Two days slipped by, one slow step at a ti.The party of three made their way toward the nearby city on foot, the forest stretching endlessly around them. It wasn’t a simple journey—not in the slightest. Sylvaris could fight beasts, crush bones, even shatter spells... but a woman’s heart? That was a battlefield he still didn’t know how to win.
"I told you already—this isn’t the right outfit for a place crawling with lecherous beasts..." Liraeth grumbled, casting a sharp glance at Sylvaris. Only now—now of all tis—did she start to feel shy about her body.
She used to strut around with nothing underneath, proud, carefree, almost flaunting it. But ever since he claid her, the man of her dreams... things changed. She didn’t want anyone else catching a glimpse of her bare pussy by accident. That’d be catastrophic and humiliating. Her body was his now, and no one else deserved even a peek.
"Here..." Sylvaris finally snapped, unable to take it anymore. They were already so close to the city. And the fact that she couldn’t wait just a little longer until they reached a tailor made him curse under his breath.
Won... always impatient. Everything has to be now, now, now. What a joke...
But those complaints stayed buried behind clenched teeth. No point voicing them.Instead, with a low sigh, he pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around her waist, shielding the curve of her hips and that dangerously exposed little slit beneath.
"This should do for now, right?" His tone was edged with irritation—but the care was there. Hidden under the roughness like a pearl in a shell.
"Hmph..." Liraeth turned away with a small pout. To her, his face looked annoyed. Maybe even mad. Not even a bit romantic... But she wasn’t in the mood to sulk. Not today. There were better ways to get even—like dragging him into a boutique and having him spoil her with new clothes. After all, he owed her. And she fully intended to collect.
"For now..." She murmured, hands clutching his shirt as if trying to drag it lower over her thighs.Her pale cheeks flushed a soft pink, and her eyes flicked downward again. Two whole days without touching him—without being touched. Her thighs clenched at the mory, the ache. She hadn’t dared to ask for more with Faylira around... but her gaze had been drifting to his crotch far too often. Sylvaris, of course, didn’t notice. The brute had the awareness of a brick wall sotis.
"Thank you for helping reach this place," Faylira’s voice chid in from the side, a quiet contrast to Liraeth’s silent longing.
The city lood ahead now, its scent weaving through the trees—fresh water, the arcane tang of condensed mana, and the warmth of civilization. The forest no longer felt isolated. People passed by more frequently, carts creaked down the road, and laughter echoed between trees. Blue towers peeked between the canopy, spires humming with faint magic. Those sensitive enough could taste the mana in the air, like a fine mist on the tongue.
"You’re leaving?" Sylvaris stiffened. A sudden ache blood in his chest. No... not her... I can’t let her slip away from my grip. He didn’t want to let this fox vanish just like that. His instincts howled for her to stay.
"Let us at least treat you," he said quickly, almost stumbling over his own tongue. "A warm place to rest, good food. And your clothes—damaged. Let buy you sothing new. Both of you."
Liraeth’s smile froze.
What?
She was already basking in the thought of having him all to herself again—finally. The fox gone, her man reclaid. Now this? Had Sylvaris lost his mind? She bit down the rising growl in her throat, forcing herself to stay calm. Surely he was just being polite. Right?
But she couldn’t ignore it—that gnawing suspicion in her gut. He’s planning sothing... and that fox—She narrowed her eyes at Faylira. She said that on purpose. Baited him. And the idiot took it.
Liraeth didn’t speak. She waited—silent, patient, calculating. Watching every twitch of Faylira’s lips, every flick of those sly eyes. The next words out of the fox’s mouth would decide everything.
This was no longer a polite farewell. This was a battlefield.
And Liraeth wasn’t afraid to grow claws, bare fangs, or rip so fluffy tails out of their sockets if that’s what it took to keep that cock all to herself.
Faylira, however, lifted a finger to her lips as if deep in thought, playing the role of the innocent little vixen. Her hips swayed side to side with slow, teasing grace—just enough to send her massive tits jiggling with each motion, drawing Sylvaris’s gaze like a starving wolf spotting a fat rabbit.
"I an... I wouldn’t want to intrude on your sweet little honeymoon—buuuut..." Her eyes flicked to Liraeth, cold and taunting, a wordless spark igniting between them.
"I would love to spend so more ti with you, Sylvaris." She purred his na in a low, sultry tone that dripped into his ears like honeyed venom, her eyes locking with his, lips curling.
Sylvaris’s heart thundered in his chest.
[Potential Harem mber Detected][Compatibility Match: 89%]
A system window blinked to life in front of him, painting a big red target over that sly little fox.
Hah... I fucking knew it. This bitch has been aiming for from the start.
Good. Then let drag her in before she can run. Let make her bend... and fucking submit while she’s still burning.
But not everyone was happy. Especially now that their destination was only a few minutes away.
I swear that slut left my na out on purpose just to piss off! Liraeth almost snapped right there. Her fury was bubbling, ready to spill—but before she could unleash it, Sylvaris grabbed her wrist and yanked her into him.
His lips crashed onto hers. It was sudden. Brutal. Confusing. But gods, it worked. Her molten anger scattered like ash in a storm, replaced by stunned heat. She didn’t know why he kissed her—but he did.
And Sylvaris did know.
Right in front of his eyes, the system was screaming:
[DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!][LIRAETH’S FURY HAS REACHED A CRITICAL POINT][WARNING: 90% LIKELY TO ATTACK THE POTENTIAL HAREM MBER][SUGGESTED ACTION: KISS HER! A.S.A.P!]
His heart skipped a beat, instincts clashing with logic.
Fuck... What the hell is this new feature? But he didn’t question it. He acted on a heartbeat. And it might’ve just saved his life.
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