Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 728
Chapter 728: Jealous Egg
Night fell over Cristhalis like a blue-silver veil. The towers gleamed in the moonlight, and the cold wind snaked through the windows, carrying with it the familiar scent of ancient snow.
Inside Strax’s room, however, the atmosphere was… far less icy.
Scarlet sat on his lap, one leg on each side, her hands resting on her husband’s broad shoulders as she watched him with that mischievous smile that always disarmed him.
“You shouldn’t have come back with an egg, Strax,” she murmured, her voice drawling, playing with a strand of his hair. “You scare me with things like that.”
He chuckled softly, his large hand resting on her waist.
“I found it interesting. And he seems to like me.”
“He seems to want to kill me, that’s for sure.”
Strax shrugged, but his smile betrayed that he found this sudden rivalry… hilarious.
The egg—blue-opalescent, pulsing with icy draconic energy—lay on a makeshift nest of furs beside the bed, less than two meters from them.
Scarlet tilted her face, her lips almost touching his.
“You know…” she murmured, her nose brushing his, “you come back from dangerous adventures with treasures, magical skeletons, living eggs… but still, I can only think about how much I missed you.”
Strax reached out, cupping her face gently, his thumb caressing her warm cheek.
“Wow, how possessive, it was only a few hours… But I missed you too.”
The kiss came before Scarlet had even finished breathing.
Firm.
Deep.
Wet enough to echo faintly through the silent room—the kind of kiss that only happens when two people reunite and forget, for a few seconds, that the world exists.
She sighed against his lips, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. Strax pulled her closer, the kiss becoming more urgent, more intense, the soft sound of mingled breaths and lips meeting repeatedly filling the room like a warm melody.
And then—
Knock.
They ignored it.
Knock!
Strax frowned without pulling away.
Scarlet tried to continue—until:
Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!
The egg began to move forcefully, spinning in the nest of fur as if protesting with all its might. A bluish light pulsed inside the shell, stronger with each passing second.
Scarlet opened her eyes, gasping.
“He… he’s… jealous?”
Strax let out an incredulous laugh, still holding her waist.
“No. That would be ridiculous.”
The egg threw a tantrum, rolling to the side and banging against the wall with an indignant plop.
Scarlet raised her hands, indignant:
“HE’S TELLING ME TO GET OFF HIS LAP!!”
Strax rubbed his face, defeated by the absurd reality.
“…Okay. Maybe a little jealousy.”
The egg trembled again, now emitting a very low sound, almost like a muffled grunt, clearly directed at Scarlet.
She crossed her arms.
“Great. First I have to share you with the Queen unwillingly, and now with a POSSESSIVE DRACONE EGG?!”
Strax started laughing.
The egg trembled even more.
And Scarlet, irritated, pointed at it:
“I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE TO AN ICY ROCK THAT ISN’T EVEN HATCHED YET!”
The egg responded with a pulse of bluish light, as if to say, “Want to bet?”
The egg vibrated again like an angry drum, bluish light pulsing with childlike—almost primal—fury. It looked more like a chick growling inside its own shell.
Scarlet narrowed her eyes.
“…Oh, is that how it’s going to be?”
Strax sighed, already anticipating chaos.
But before he could say anything, Scarlet cupped his face in both hands, pulling him back to her—with an intensity that drew a surprised sound from his throat.
The kiss came like fire against ice: deep, bold, hungry. It wasn’t gentle like before; it was claiming. It was Scarlet’s way of saying, “He’s mine.”
Strax returned the kiss, holding her by the waist and pulling her closer, as if she could be lost if he loosened his grip even a finger. The sound of their lips meeting echoed again, wet, warm, striking—and the egg responded with such a strong jolt that it rolled two centimeters.
Scarlet, without breaking the kiss, opened one eye to look at the egg—and smiled against Strax’s mouth. A dangerous smile. Provocative.
Defiant.
She gripped her husband even tighter, her fingers sliding to the nape of his neck as she pulled him into an even more intense kiss, which made his chest vibrate.
The egg KICKED the wall this time, as if screaming in pure outrage.
Scarlet pulled away only an inch, her lips still brushing against his, her warm breath against Strax’s mouth.
“See?” she whispered, staring at the egg. “It’s mine.”
The egg vibrated so hard that the blue light seemed to spark with irritation.
Scarlet smiled even wider—a smile of pure victory—and kissed Strax again with such passion that he held her by the hips to keep her balance.
It was as if she were kissing him not to savor the moment…
…but to teach him a lesson.
Each time her lips met his, the egg pulsed with furious jealousy—and Scarlet, noticing, only intensified it.
“You’ll learn today,” she murmured between kisses, her gaze half-closed and possessive, “not to come between me and my husband.”
The egg trembled again, indignant.
Scarlet laughed softly, lightly biting Strax’s lower lip—enough to make him let out a deep, hoarse sound.
And the egg almost EXPLODED with jealousy.
The egg trembled again, this time with such force that it slid a few centimeters across the nest, the bluish light pulsing like a heart about to burst with indignation.
Scarlet raised an eyebrow, utterly defiant.
“Look at this,” she murmured, her voice low and mocking. “Wriggling like that… there must be a little bitch trapped in there, for sure. Only someone so obsessed with my husband before he’s even been born.”
The egg vibrated so violently that the air in the room rippled for a second.
Strax massaged his temple.
“Scarlet…”
“No, no, let him hear.”
She tightened her fingers on the back of Strax’s neck, pulling him closer in a clearly possessive gesture—not explicit, but charged. The kind of closeness any draconic creature would immediately understand as marking territory.
She tilted her face deliberately, slowly dragging her nose along his jaw as she spoke toward the egg in a venomous whisper:
“I’m warning you… he’s mine. Mine. And I don’t lose to a creature that hasn’t even managed to break its own shell yet.”
PLAM!
The egg thumped against the nest so loudly it sounded like a small thunderclap.
Strax looked from one to the other, incredulous.
“This is getting ridiculous…”
“Ridiculous? Strax, he’s trying to kick me off his lap!” Scarlet retorted, pressing her hand even harder against his chest, as if she wanted to trap him there.
The egg responded with another aggressive pulse, cold enough to make the room temperature drop two degrees.
Scarlet laughed—a short, dangerous sound.
“Oh, there really is a bitch in there. A cold, hysterical, and cheeky bitch.”
The egg trembled so violently that Strax instinctively reached out to catch it with mana before it rolled to the floor.
Scarlet raised her chin, victorious.
“See? He even kicks and screams.”
She turned to Strax with a smile that was half affection, half dramatic threat.
“I’m not going to let a prehistoric puppy try to intimidate me. Let him learn early: you have an owner.”
The egg cracked—loud, sharp, like ice cracking.
Strax’s eyes widened.
“Okay. That… that sounded like a warning.”
Scarlet, without any fear, pointed at the egg as if reprimanding a naughty cat:
“WARNING MY ASS—”
She stopped, took a deep breath, regained her composure, and said with utterly false sweetness:
“You’re going to have to deal with me, little monster. Accept it or freak out.”
The egg vibrated again, even more enraged.
Scarlet smiled, satisfied.
“That’s it. Kick and scream. I love seeing the competition lose.”
…
The sound of an argument came from the bedroom—muffled by the door, but clear enough for someone with Mercedes’s sensitive ears.
She walked down the hallway with a briefcase pressed against her chest, trying to ignore the exhaustion weighing on her shoulders. The night was silent, except for…
“YOU HAVE AN OWNER!”
Mercedes stopped in the middle of the hallway.
A blush rose immediately.
‘No… no… not again…’
She tried to convince herself she had misunderstood—until she heard the muffled sound of lips meeting lips, desperate, intense, echoing in short intervals. Then, a drawn-out murmur from Scarlet, clearly irritated, clearly grabbing someone… clearly grabbing him.
Mercedes closed her eyes.
For a second, she only breathed.
Deeply.
Pain.
Strange pleasure.
Confusion.
And the heat rising up her thighs.
“W-What are they…? No. I don’t want to know…” she murmured, turning on her heels to leave as quickly as possible.
But there was no way to un-hear.
Another muffled sound came through the doorway—a drawn-out sigh, too intense to ignore, and the sound of the egg tapping again, as if protesting in pure hatred.
Mercedes tripped over her own feet.
“Why… do I always pass by here at these times…? This is masochism…” she murmured, discreetly squeezing her legs together.
The hallway was freezing.
But she was too hot.
Hot in an irritating, indecent, desperate way.
She kept walking—stiff, tense, with the briefcase pressed against her chest—while whispering to herself, her dignity melting with each step:
“…My… legs… Oh, damn it… I’ll have to change my underwear again…”
And she quickened her pace. Quickly. As if escaping one’s own body were possible.
“Why do I always get wet listening to moans?!” she screamed, dying of embarrassment.