Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The woman's smile deepened, and for a brief moment, Pyris thought he saw something flicker in her eyes—respect? Amusement? He couldn't be sure.

"You're not what I expected, Pyris Obsidian," she said softly, her voice carrying an air of finality. "Perhaps we'll meet again."

With that, she turned and began to walk away, her form fading into the shadows of the garden, leaving Pyris standing alone, the weight of her presence lingering in the air.

But as she disappeared into the night, Pyris knew one thing for certain.

"I'll find her again. And when I do..!"

The night had revealed more than just political games—it had shown Pyris the true scope of power that existed beyond the walls of the academy and his business empire. He had tasted victory with Seraphina, but now he craved more.

The Space Dragon had lit a fire within him, a desire to claim what others thought untouchable.

And Pyris was nothing if not ambitious.

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The cool night had deepened over the Valyrian Palace, the stars above glimmering like distant beacons as Pyris stood alone on the balcony, his mind filled with the evening's conquests and revelations.

The once-bustling party had quieted, and in the silence, Pyris let the weight of the night settle in.

Seraphina Valyrian, now could be called his, had returned to her quarters. Their encounter had been more than just seduction—it was the beginning of their relationship and his conquest of the empire!

Pyris knew that Seraphina was no longer simply a pawn in her family's grand political game. She was bound to him now, both in desire and in loyalty. The Valyrian family had tried to use her to entrap him, but Pyris had turned the tables.

Even now, the emperor was oblivious of what had happened blindly sure that his daughter had got Pyris into the honey trap!

He smirked at the memory of her surrender, knowing full well that this was only the first step in a much larger game.

["You played her well, Pyris,"] Lia's voice echoed in his head, her tone filled with satisfaction. ["She's no longer a threat, not just another piece on a board."]

'Indeed', Pyris thought to himself. But there was still more to be done.

His thoughts turned to the Space Dragon woman he had encountered in the garden earlier. Her power had been overwhelming, her presence suffocating, yet it had ignited something deep within him.

Pyris knew he had to have her—not just as a conquest but as a way to test his strength, to see if he could rise to her level.

"I'll find her again," Pyris whispered, his eyes narrowing with determination.

["She's dangerous, Pyris. Beyond Rank 20 is no small feat. But if anyone can get to her, it's you,"] Lia's voice whispered again, her confidence in him unwavering.

With Seraphina bound to him and the Space Dragon lingering in his thoughts, Pyris felt the night's conquests were far from over.

His horizons were expanding—he had to focus not just on his business empire, but on the vast network of power players around him.

As Pyris made his way back through the palace, preparing to leave, he found himself drawn to the grand hall. The remnants of the party still lingered, with a few of the most powerful guests conversing in small, isolated groups.

Just as he passed the entrance to the hall, a powerful aura washed over him, sharp and commanding. Pyris stopped in his tracks, his dragon senses tingling as he turned to the source of the energy.

Across the room, he saw him—Drakon Valyrian, the oldest prince of the Dragon Empire. Tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding the unmistakable aura of a high-ranking awakened, Drakon stood with a regal posture, his piercing gaze scanning the room.

His long black hair was tied neatly behind him, his golden eyes—a hallmark of the Valyrian family—fixed on Pyris with an intensity that immediately sparked tension between the two.

Drakon's aura hit Pyris like a wave, easily identifiable as that of a Rank 17 Awakened, a level of power that commanded respect and fear alike.

["That's Drakon Valyrian," Lia said, her voice tinged with warning. "He's strong, Pyris. Definitely a threat."]

Pyris's lips curled into a subtle smirk. A threat, perhaps. But a challenge? Definitely.

He took a step forward, their eyes locking across the grand hall. It was clear that neither would back down. Pyris had always known that if he were to challenge the Dragon Empire, he would eventually come face-to-face with its elite.

But this—meeting the crown prince—was sooner than he expected.

Drakon's expression was unreadable as he strode confidently toward Pyris, his aura of power unwavering. "You must be Pyris Obsidian," Drakon said, his voice deep and commanding, a trace of curiosity flickering in his eyes. "I've heard about you. The young prodigy running Obsidian Tech."

Pyris's confidence never wavered as he nodded. "I've heard a lot about you as well. The crown prince of the Dragon Empire." He matched Drakon's regal tone, keeping his own presence strong.

Drakon raised an eyebrow. "It seems we both live up to the rumors."

The tension between them thickened. Neither of them moved, but the challenge hung in the air, unspoken yet palpable. Drakon's eyes seemed to gleam with recognition—perhaps he sensed the dragon blood that coursed through Pyris's veins, though it was hidden beneath layers of other powers.

["He's testing you,"] Lia warned. ["Be careful. He's not just a rival in power—he has influence, too."]

Pyris knew this encounter was important. Drakon wasn't just another high-ranked opponent. He was the future of the Dragon Empire—a potential roadblock or a key to something far greater.

But just as Pyris was about to respond, his gaze flickered over Drakon's shoulder—and that's when he saw her.

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Across the room, seated elegantly on a raised platform, was Empress Astrid Valyrian, the wife of Emperor Drakos and the mother of Drakon and Seraphina. Her presence was breathtaking, an aura of authority and beauty radiating from her like the sun.

She wore a shimmering gown of crimson and gold, the colors of the Valyrian royal family, but it was her form that captured Pyris's attention.

Her figure was graceful yet powerful, her curves accentuated by the way her gown clung to her body. Dark, cascading hair framed her sharp, regal features, and her emerald green eyes shone with wisdom and the fierce energy of a ruler.

She carried the aura of a Rank 18 Awakened, her power immense yet restrained with the effortless grace of someone accustomed to authority.

For a moment, Pyris was dazed, his dragon instincts flaring to life at the mere sight of her. The empress was more than just beautiful—she was perfect, exuding the kind of power and allure that made her utterly irresistible.

["So beautiful..."] Lia's voice whispered in his mind, echoing his thoughts. ["Pyris, you should get her no matter what!]

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Last chapter for today! Vote guys, power stones, golden tickets and give more gifts. Pyris' thirsty! Oh right, he's rich, but a little encouragement won't hurt