Lyra was clinging to —no, clinging wasn’t even a strong enough word for it. She was completely wrapped around , coiled tight like I was the last solid thing anchoring her to the world. Her arms were locked around my torso, her tail wound securely around my waist and legs, and the way she pressed herself against made it painfully clear that, to her, nothing else mattered right now but staying close. Despite how tight her hold was, it didn’t hurt. Her scales didn’t scrape or dig into my skin. Instead, they were smooth and warm, her body unexpectedly soft, almost cushioned, like she was made to fit against . Every subtle shift she made was deliberate, careful, as if she was afraid that even the smallest movent might put distance between us.
She was comfortable like this. More than comfortable—she was settled. Content. And the fact that she was pressing herself against so openly, without sha or restraint, said more than words ever could.
"So it’s actually true," Artemis said, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and disbelief as she watched the scene unfold. "Lamias really do beco incredibly clingy once they find their true love. I always thought that was just a myth passed down through stories."
"I thought so too," Lyra replied, her voice calm but filled with quiet conviction. Her grip on tightened just a little, as if instinctively reinforcing her claim. "But after finding Leon... I just couldn’t stop myself. Wrapping myself around him felt natural. Like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be."
I had never heard about that particular myth before. Not once. But right now, with Lyra practically glued to and showing no intention of letting go, it was hard to deny that there was truth to it. And judging by how comfortable—and possessive—she was being, it wasn’t so exaggerated legend either. If anything, reality might’ve undersold it.
"I have to admit," Agneis chid in, her lips curling into a knowing smile as her eyes lingered on , "it’s fascinating how much influence Leon has over won. It’s almost frightening, really. You’re a dangerous man." Her gaze was heavy, seductive, openly inviting, like she was begging to be fucked without saying the words out loud. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen soone like you before. Don’t you think it could be said that soone like Leon is destined to rule? The way you pull won in, the way you dominate their hearts so effortlessly... it’s impressive. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re still holding up. Are you sure you won’t get swallowed whole by all of this? Keeping so many won close—it’s no small thing."
It was the kind of question I expected sooner or later. Anyone would ask it after learning that I wasn’t dealing with just a handful of lovers, but a full-blown harem. And not a small one either—we were already past fifty. If no one thought that was strange, if no one thought I’d eventually run out of ti, patience, or even air from being smothered by affection, then maybe the world itself had warped standards.
Still, I didn’t see it as sothing so simple. Even in a world where harems were considered normal, soone like —soone without noble blood or a royal title—having over fifty won was far from ordinary. Royals were usually the only ones with harems of that size, sotis even reaching into the thousands. But that was because they had the power, wealth, and infrastructure to maintain them.
Even then, most of those royals didn’t truly love their won. To them, won were just that—won. Accessories. Proof of influence. Decorations ant to enhance their status.
That was where the difference lay.
I genuinely loved all of them. Every single one. I couldn’t bring myself to rank them or place one above the others. They were equal to , each in their own way irreplaceable. Royals treated won like trophies, believing the more they collected, the stronger and more impressive they appeared. That logic could technically apply to too, but I didn’t see my won as trophies. They weren’t symbols or proof of anything.
They were my lovers. My companions. People I cared about deeply.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
That was probably why Agneis was asking these questions in the first place. She understood how I felt—because she felt it herself. She knew how deeply I cared, how seriously I took every bond I ford. And knowing that my harem would only continue to grow, it was natural for her to wonder whether I could really keep this up without collapsing under the weight of it all.
"Well," I said, a faint smirk tugging at my lips, "there’s nothing impossible if I put my mind to it, right?"
It was a cliché answer, sure. Almost painfully so. But it was also the most honest response I could give. Once I set my mind on sothing, I didn’t back down. That much had always been true.
"I suppose that makes sense," Agneis replied, nodding slowly. "You really do seem like the kind of man who can accomplish anything once you’ve decided on it. I an, you managed to seduce Solaris and , and then not even a month after fucking , you went and seduced the leader of the Lamia tribe. At this point, I don’t doubt you at all."
She was giving far too much credit, but if that was how she saw , I wasn’t going to argue.
"By the way, Leon," she added after a brief pause, "you’re heading to the Titan Kingdom next, right?"
"Yeah," I answered without hesitation. "As soon as tomorrow. The housing arrangents for the Lamia tribe should be fine. Filia and the others are already taking care of it. Even if I’m gone for a bit, everything should go smoothly."
The mont those words left my mouth, Lyra’s body tensed.
Her coils tightened abruptly around , squeezing just enough that it caught off guard. It wasn’t aggressive—but it was desperate. Like she was afraid that the mont I left her sight, I’d vanish for good. The distress in her reaction was obvious, her tail wrapping more firmly around my legs as if to anchor in place.
"You don’t need to worry, Lyra," I said gently, trying to reassure her. "I an... I’ll be coming back to fuck you eventually, right?"
"Is that true?" she asked, her voice quieter now, but no less serious.
"Of course," I replied without missing a beat.
Only then did she relax, her grip loosening just enough for to finally take a proper breath. I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
That was close.
Still, everything here had gone smoothly. It took longer than I originally expected, sure, but things had settled into place. There was only one kingdom left now—one land I still hadn’t stepped foot in.
The land of the Giants.
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