Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Pyris was silent for what seemed like an eternity, his mind churning. He knew exactly who Mira was referring to. Everyone did. The gods. Feared by all, revered by millions, worshipped by the masses, and yet, challenged by no one. These were the beings who ruled over the cosmos, wielding unfathomable power. He had tasted their power first hand. But among them, Pyris knew there were certain groups that even they feared.

The first on that list? Lust Dragons.

Even Pyris didn't fully understand why the gods feared his kind so much. But the second? That, he did know. Phantoms.

Phantoms weren't just feared for their ability to erase anything—even gods—from existence. Their power ran deeper than that.

They could unravel the very fabric of reality, warp the threads of destiny, and erase entire epochs from the annals of time. But, there was a catch. Even these terrifying beings had chains around their necks—cosmic laws that bound them, laws governed by the gods themselves.

The Phantoms couldn't openly challenge the gods without being annihilated by those very threads of existence that held the universe together because...

[Because they are bound.] Lia's voice cut through his thoughts like a sharp blade of truth.

And that was it. Pyris didn't need to probe deeper. That struggle between the gods and phantoms wasn't his battle, at least not yet. His eyes flickered over to Mira, a being of such immense power, and yet, here she stood, looking to him—just a Rank 16 awakened—to be their hope. The irony wasn't lost on him.

"I see," Pyris finally responded, breaking the silence. "That's quite the hope to place in someone, Mira. I'm flattered." He smiled, but there was a razor's edge to his words. "But let's say I accept this—this role as your hope, your savior. How exactly do you expect me to reach a point where I can stand against the gods themselves, when you and the phantoms wrap me in a cocoon of protection every time I'm in real danger?"

His question hung in the air like a guillotine.

Mira froze, her breath catching in her throat. He was right. Pyris had always been right, and it struck her like a bolt of cold realization.
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Even from his first real battle, against beasts that would make even seasoned warriors tremble, Pyris had demanded Song stand aside. He wanted to fight, to struggle, to bleed. To grow. He knew that real growth came from facing death head-on, not from being shielded by others.

Her purpose, all along, had been flawed. She wasn't protecting him for his sake—she was protecting him for hers, to satisfy her own need to guard their hope. But Pyris didn't want protection.

He needed someone to fight beside him, to trust his back to. Not a shield, but a partner.

"Pyris," Mira began, her voice trembling with emotion she hadn't felt in centuries. "I—"

"There, there," Pyris interrupted, pulling her closer, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Her body stiffened in shock. But the warmth of his embrace washed over her like a tidal wave.

Her eyes widened, her mind racing. 'I… needed this? A hug?' It was such a foreign sensation, but here, in Pyris' arms, she felt… safe. For the first time in eons, Mira the Void Sovereign felt warmth, a tenderness that made her feel as though she could stay like this forever.

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The convoy of cars pulled up to the gates of the Obsidian Estate, its vast compound bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The gardens, meticulously cared for, glistened under the celestial light, a stark contrast to the night's cool breeze.

The air smelled fresh, untouched by the chaotic world outside.

Pyris glanced at the sprawling mansion. The very house his mother had bought just so he could stay closer to the office. It was not just a home, not really. But it had become something more than just a residence.

"It's starting to feel like I'm the head of this family," Pyris mused with a chuckle. "Everyone follows wherever I go."

"You are the head," Mira replied softly but firmly, her voice holding the weight of truth. "Your mother is only the head in name. To those of us who see what's really happening, even Emberly knows it. The moment she handed you the reins, you became the leader of House Obsidian."

Pyris knew this too, but he wasn't ready to fully accept it yet.

Not until he had solidified the fortress around his family and legacy, House Obsidian had survived centuries, but he was determined to fortify it even further, to make it untouchable.

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Later, Pyris found himself in the large sitting room, surrounded by women—his women.

Aurelia and Alexa had already relayed most of the events that transpired in his absence, but the others were still filled with questions. The air was light, filled with chatter and laughter, and Elsa, as mischievous as ever, had found her favorite spot on his lap.

Her small voice cut through the conversation, adding her own playful comments and teasing the women relentlessly. Despite her young age, she had confidence that charmed even the likes of Emberly.

"Aunt Emberly!" Elsa exclaimed, her voice filled with glee as she tugged on Pyris' sleeve. Even Emberly, with her commanding presence, couldn't intimidate the little moon elf.

In fact, Emberly seemed oddly moved by Elsa's charm and sharp mind.

Pyris chuckled softly, brushing his fingers through Elsa's hair with a gentle affection. She beamed under his touch, her small hands clutching his arm as if she belonged there.

His eyes flicked over to Alera, who had been unusually quiet.

She sat in the corner, her eyes distant, but Pyris could sense it—the raw, untapped power that lay dormant within her. She was already a Rank 15, a powerhouse in her own right. But there was more, far more to her than just her rank. They shared the Shadow Nexus, a bond that pulsed quietly between them, so he could feel her changes.

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"Mother," Pyris addressed Emberly later that night in her study. Her back was turned to him as she pretended to browse through a bookshelf. But he knew better. He knew she was avoiding facing him directly.

She muttered something under her breath, too soft for him to hear. But Pyris sensed her frustration.

When she didn't respond, Pyris took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His eyes traced the curve of her back, the way her short, dark dress clung to her form. The hem stopped just above her thighs, leaving her long legs exposed. Legs that seemed to go on forever.

"Mother…" Pyris' voice was soft but firm. Still, she didn't turn. Her head tilted slightly, giving him a side glance.

"Emberly!" His voice hardened, dripping with command. It caught her off guard, and she whipped around, ready to scold him for daring to address her so casually.

"P-Pyris…"

Before she could finish, she stumbled forward only to fall right into his chest. Pyris caught her effortlessly, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her close. His other hand gently cradled the back of her head, his touch both tender and possessive.

"Mother~" Pyris' voice was a whisper now, and Emberly felt herself shudder against him, her resolve crumbling.