Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 752

Chapter 752: Declaration of War!
Strax didn’t answer.

Somewhere between the accumulated exhaustion, the comfortable sofa, and the warmth of the surrounding bodies, he simply… passed out.

His deep, steady breathing was the first clue.

“…he fell asleep.” Kali blinked, surprised, looking down.

She instinctively adjusted her body, allowing Strax’s head to rest more comfortably against her breasts without waking him. The weight didn’t bother her; on the contrary, there was something strangely satisfying about that absolute confidence.

‘He loves my breasts. I’m satisfied.’ She thought, smiling, but turned back to the room.

Kali then looked up at Scarlet, with a half-smile.

“You drained him completely, you know? I’ve never seen him so tired,” she commented, with a hint of jealousy.

Scarlet didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, she was as proud as the dragon she was! She only tilted her head slightly, her eyes too tranquil.

“He was giving away too much attention,” she shrugged. “Someone needed to remind him of priorities,” she mocked them, after all, it was all a matter of competition.

Kali raised an eyebrow. “Priorities… or competition?” she questioned, despite knowing the answer. After all, she was adding fuel to the fire to see how far Scarlet’s arrogance had gone after spending 30 days draining her husband’s penis.

“Necessity,” Scarlet replied dryly. “I did what was necessary to satisfy myself. Nothing more than that.”

Agnes let out a low sound, almost a humorless laugh. “Of course. Totally professional.”

Monica, who had been observing everything in silence, took a deep breath.

Slowly.

Dangerously calm.

She took a few steps closer, her gaze fixed on Scarlet from head to toe.

“Very well,” she said. “Since you’ve finished what you needed to do… why don’t you go take a shower?”

Scarlet blinked. “What?” Monica crossed her arms.

“You spent a month in the far north, traveling non-stop, sleeping little, ‘wrestling’ with your husband in bed.” Her tone was firm, unquestionable. “You smell a lot of semen. It looks like you took a cum bath.”

She made a vague gesture with her hand. “Go take a bath. We put a hot spring in the back.”

Scarlet stared at her for a few seconds.

Then she smiled slightly. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m bothered by the smell,” Monica replied without blinking. “Even out of my dragon form, my sense of smell continues to function perfectly.”

Scarlet’s smile widened.

“That’s because I made sure to keep it all inside me,” she said, pointing to her groin. “It’s full of love.”

Kali, Monica, and Agnes stared at her.

“What?!” Agnes, by far the most normal of the group, blushed to the roots of her hair. “W-what do you mean ‘full’?”

Kali clenched her teeth, visibly nervous. “You wretch, you—”

“Yes, yes,” Scarlet interrupted, laughing. “I’m full of cum inside my pussy. Did you like it?” she teased. “And not just in there, of course. He filled several holes.”

She then turned her face toward Monica, a mocking glint in her eyes.

“I don’t stink,” Scarlet said, laughing softly, her voice heavy with satisfaction. “I’d say I smell quite good. My husband’s pheromones are everywhere.”

“Y-you… how did you…” Kali began, but stopped when Strax murmured something while sleeping against her chest. She immediately fell silent, protecting him so as not to wake him.

Scarlet watched the scene with a slow, almost lazy smile.

“Like I said… I’m marked by my husband.”

She ran her hand slowly over her own body, savoring each embarrassed glance around her.

“I made sure to keep every drop inside me, in every hole. His semen is still with me… warm, present.”

Her laugh sounded satisfied, laden with challenge. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get pregnant before all of you?”

Scarlet let her laughter slowly die down. When she spoke again, her voice was no longer just provocation. There was calculation in it.

“Dragons don’t get pregnant like mortals,” she said, with almost didactic tranquility. “Our bodies require time. A lot of time. Sometimes centuries. Sometimes millennia.”

She raised a finger, as if giving a warning. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand there waiting for chance.”

Monica narrowed her eyes. Kali felt a shiver run down her spine. Agnes swallowed hard.

Scarlet placed her hand on her own belly, the gesture slow, deliberate.

“Every drop of sperm he leaves inside me, I will preserve. Every tiny mark inside me will be completely devoured by my uterus.” The smile returned, now sharp.

“Because when it finally happens… it won’t be luck. It will be preparation.”

She tilted her head slightly, looking at each of them, one by one. “You know as well as I do: an heir changes everything. Power. Status. Voice. Advantage.”

Kali pressed her lips together.

“So that’s it,” she murmured. “A race.”

“It always has been,” Scarlet replied without hesitation. “And I don’t intend to lose. Not to you who haven’t even lived a thousand years yet.”

Strax stirred slightly in Kali’s lap, still fast asleep, oblivious to the tension building around him.

Scarlet looked at him for a moment, her gaze softening just enough to reveal possession… and promise.

“I am the strongest,” she concluded, turning towards the baths. “I plan to have him for myself, start dedicating yourselves more,” she said as she left, still swaying.

The door closed behind Scarlet with a sound too soft for the weight it left in the air.

The silence that followed was not comfortable.

It was dense.

Kali remained motionless for a few seconds, feeling Strax’s deep breath rise and fall against her chest, his warmth still there, real. But her eyes were no longer on him.

They were on Monica.

Monica didn’t look away either.

The two stared at each other like predators assessing territory.

No words were spoken—it wasn’t necessary.

There was something new there.

Not simple jealousy.

Not silly competition.

This was a declaration.

Kali was the first to speak, her voice low, firm, too controlled for someone who normally exploded.

“So that’s it.”

Monica nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

Silence returned, heavy, laden with promises that neither of them was ready to verbalize aloud. The kind of promise that doesn’t break with conversation.

Agnes watched the scene with a mixture of disbelief and existential weariness.

She rubbed her face with her hands before speaking:

“You’re crazy.”

They both turned to her at the same time.

“Too crazy about this man,” Agnes continued, vaguely pointing at Strax, who slept oblivious to everything. “Seriously… it can’t be all that.”

The world stopped for a split second.

Then—

“It is all that!” Monica replied instantly.

“And then some!” Kali added, in the same tone.

Agnes jumped in her chair.

“HOLY SHIT—!” she put her hand to her chest. “You planned this?!”

They looked at each other again.

This time, a short smile appeared on both their lips.

“No,” said Monica.

“But she’s not wrong,” added Kali.

Agnes let out a long, defeated sigh. “You need a hobby, loving this man so much is bad for you,” she added, glancing out the window. “I’m going to work, I don’t want to be around you obsessed women.”

Agnes turned to leave, still muttering, her steps too quick for someone truly indifferent. Her hand was already on the doorknob when she stopped.

She stood there for a second longer than necessary.

The silence behind her seemed to press against her back.

“What a strange conversation…” she murmured to herself, quieter now, as if admitting it aloud was dangerous.

She opened the door, took two steps outside—and then froze.

Something was wrong.

Or rather… something was awakening.

Agnes frowned, taking a deep breath, trying to understand that uncomfortable sensation rising through her body, an untimely, totally unwanted heat. She instinctively placed her hand on her abdomen, as if a center of gravity had been pulled away without warning.

“This doesn’t make sense…” she whispered.

She listened to Scarlet’s words in her head endlessly for less than 20 seconds. She heard them so many times that she felt her uterus contract.

Agnes swallowed hard. She felt her body react before reason could catch up. “…Damn it.”

Her hand slid down almost without her noticing, an automatic, nervous gesture, sliding along the opening of her shorts until it pressed against the fabric of her panties. The shock was immediate.

Too hot. Too wet.

“My panties are all wet…” she admitted in a whisper, horrified with herself. A short laugh escaped, more disbelief than humor. “What the hell… I want to have sex with him?”

She remained motionless for long seconds, her face burning, her heart racing in a way completely incompatible with the woman who, minutes before, had called everyone crazy without hesitation.

She took a deep breath.

Once.

Twice.

Then she shook her head forcefully, as if she could expel the thought through sheer stubbornness.

“No. No, no, no,” she murmured. “This is contagious. That’s all.”

But as she walked away, her steps now slower, an uncomfortable truth began to form—silent, insistent, dangerous.

It wasn’t just desire.

It was envy.

She wanted to love someone the way they loved.

Agnes pressed her lips together and shook her head again, annoyed with herself.

“I have a daughter!” she scolded herself quietly. “Get a grip.”

Her body, however, didn’t obey immediately.

There was a persistent feeling, a warm discomfort that accompanied her, reminding her that certain reactions don’t ask reason for permission—they just happen.

And that… That disturbed her more than any word spoken in that room.

She continued on, her step firm on the outside.

Inside, however, something had changed.