Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The morning sun crept over the imperial capital, casting a warm glow across the sprawling city. Pyris Obsidian stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office in Obsidian Tower, staring out at the shimmering skyline. Today was no ordinary day—today, the Valyrian Imperial Family was hosting an elaborate birthday party for the youngest princess, Seraphina Valyrian.

It was more than a simple celebration, though; Pyris knew a trap when he saw one.

The invitation had arrived two weeks earlier, wrapped in gold, bearing the imperial seal of the Dragon Empire. The Valyrians were subtle but not subtle enough. They were playing a dangerous game of politics, and Seraphina was at the center of their ploy.

He knew the Valyrians weren't aiming to kill him outright—that would be too crude, too obvious. No, they had something more elaborate in mind, and he was walking straight into it.

But Pyris was no stranger to manipulation.

He turned from the window, mind whirring with strategy, as he prepared for the night ahead.

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In his suite, Song, his ever-loyal bodyguard and master of the void, adjusted the final touches of Pyris's tailored black and gold attire. The outfit was simple yet elegant, marked with subtle golden and black dragons' emblems stitched into the fabric—a quiet statement of power without excess.

His aura radiated dominance, something that even the Valyrians would find hard to ignore.

"Everything's in place?" Pyris asked, his tone calm.

Song nodded silently. "I'll be in the shadows, should things... shift unexpectedly."

"They will," Pyris replied, fastening the final button on his jacket. "The Valyrians don't move without a plan. But they forget—I'm not someone they can easily outmaneuver."

Song gave a rare, slight smile. "They underestimate you."

"They always do," Pyris mused, glancing at his phone as it buzzed. A message from Selene Serenova flashed across the screen:

"See you tonight. Stay sharp."

Pyris chuckled. Selene was a force of her own, and their recent encounter in the Grove still played on his mind. She had warned him to be cautious, and he didn't take her lightly.

The Valyrians might have set a trap, but Pyris had his own plans.

With everything in place, Pyris made his way to the entrance of Obsidian Tower, where a sleek, black car waited to take him to the Valyrian Palace. Tonight would be a dance of power, influence, and deception. But he was ready.

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The Valyrian Palace was a testament to the sheer might of the Dragon Empire. A towering structure of golden domes, intricate dragon statues, and lavish decorations, it dominated the skyline around, casting long shadows across the imperial capital.

As Pyris stepped out of his car, he took in the sight of the grand entrance, the majestic dragon statues staring down as though they were watching every move he made.

The palace was already buzzing with activity. Nobles from every corner of Argos had gathered, each dressed in their finest, vying for the attention of the imperial family. Pyris strode through the entrance, his presence turning heads, but he ignored the stares and whispers.

He had a part to play, and attention was simply a byproduct of power.

The palace ballroom was a spectacle of opulence. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above, and long tables lined with the finest foods stretched across the room. The chatter of nobles filled the air as they exchanged pleasantries, their faces masked with smiles but eyes calculating every interaction.

It didn't take long for Pyris to spot Seraphina Valyrian, the evening's centerpiece. The young princess was a vision of beauty, with golden hair cascading down her back and a gown of deep crimson and gold that shimmered as she moved through the crowd. But her beauty wasn't what caught Pyris's attention—it was the sharp intelligence in her eyes.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She was watching him, waiting, just as he expected.

Pyris mingled with a few nobles of higher rankings to came to him, not just as the heir of House Obsidian and son of the Duchess but as the CEO of the largest technology company in the mortal realm and the second largest bussineses empire in Argos!

His eyes darted around looking through everyone and before he knew it, two hours passed with many activities going on in the grand ball room obscuring the sense of time.

"Pyris Obsidian," a deep, commanding voice echoed across the ballroom. Pyris turned to see Emperor Drakos Valyrian, the ruler of the Dragon Empire, making his way toward him. The Emperor was an imposing figure, standing tall with an air of unshakable authority.

His silver hair, glowing golden eyes, and regal dragon-emblazoned armor marked him as the undisputed leader of the most powerful empire in Argos.

Pyris bowed slightly in respect, but his expression remained composed. "Emperor Drakos, it's an honor to be here."

Drakos's eyes flickered with something that resembled amusement. "The honor is mine, young Obsidian. Your recent successes have not gone unnoticed. The youngest CEO in Argos, and now, you're even dabbling in... other ventures."

Pyris smiled subtly. "The world is ever-changing, Your Majesty. One must be adaptable."

The Emperor's gaze lingered on Pyris, as though he was trying to peer into the depths of his soul. "Indeed. Adaptability is the key to survival in these times. I've heard a great deal about your... extracurricular activities."

There it was—the Emperor was probing, testing his boundaries. Pyris knew this conversation was more than pleasantries; it was a measure of strength.

"Every action is calculated, Emperor Drakos. I've learned that from the best," Pyris replied smoothly, his tone respectful but with an edge.

The Emperor's lips twitched into a small smile. "I see. Tonight is a celebration, of course, but I trust you understand that nothing in the Valyrian Empire is without meaning."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Pyris responded.

Drakos's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Enjoy the evening, Pyris. But remember, in the Dragon Empire, one must always tread carefully."

With that, the Emperor moved away, his presence leaving a ripple of tension in his wake. Pyris exhaled quietly, his mind already working through the layers of meaning behind Drakos's words. The Emperor was no fool—he knew exactly who Pyris was and what he represented.

But if Drakos thought he could intimidate Pyris, he was mistaken.

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As the evening progressed, the ballroom grew more crowded, the atmosphere thick with tension and intrigue. Pyris moved through the room with the practiced ease of someone who had attended countless high-society events, but his mind was always alert, scanning for any signs of the trap being laid for him.

It wasn't long before Seraphina Valyrian approached him again. She glided across the floor, her smile warm but her eyes calculating.

"Pyris," she greeted, her voice honeyed. "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Princess Seraphina," Pyris replied with a smile of his own. "I wouldn't miss such an important event."

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she spoke again, her tone lowering just slightly. "You seem... distracted. I hope the weight of the world isn't keeping you from enjoying my birthday."

Pyris chuckled, lifting his glass of wine. "I'm never one to spoil a good celebration."

Seraphina's smile deepened, but Pyris could feel the underlying tension. She wasn't here just to exchange pleasantries. The Valyrians were planning something, and Seraphina was at the heart of it.

She stepped closer, her voice softening. "You know, Pyris, not everyone in this room sees the world as we do. Power, control, the things that make the world turn... few truly understand it."

Pyris raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. "And what is it that you understand, Princess?"

Seraphina's gaze locked onto his, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand that we are not so different. And that sometimes, it's better to be... allies."

Pyris remained silent, considering her words. The trap wasn't just about politics—it was personal. Seraphina wasn't simply a pawn in the game; she was trying to draw him in.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Seraphina," Pyris said finally, his voice low but firm.

She smiled, the glint of ambition in her eyes unmistakable. "Aren't we all?"

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As the night wore on, Pyris felt the pressure mounting. The Valyrians were not going to let this opportunity slip away. Their aim wasn't to kill him outright but to lure him into something he couldn't easily escape—a trap that would bind him to the Valyrian family, perhaps through Seraphina herself.

But Pyris was not without his own strategy. He had prepared for this. The question was, how far would the Valyrians go?

Across the room, he caught sight of Selene Serenova, her eyes scanning the crowd with a sharp intensity. She had warned him to be cautious, and now he understood why. The Valyrians were laying the groundwork for something much larger than a mere birthday celebration.