Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 117 I Will Be Your Father Soon!

Pyris's heart pounded in his chest, his gaze locked onto the empress. She hadn't noticed him yet, but that didn't matter. Pyris knew then that he had to meet her—had to find a way to be in her presence again.

The challenge of winning the empress over, of claiming her despite her status and power, filled him with a sense of purpose unlike any other.

As his mind raced with possibilities, a sharp ding echoed in his head.

[Ding!

[Mission: Win the Heart of Empress Astrid Valyrian

1000 LPs (Lust Points)

Unlock: Golden Dragon's Charm (Passive ability to enhance your influence over those with dragon blood)

+23 to all physical and mental attributes.

Punishment for Failure:

Permanent lock on all advanced Golden Dragon abilities.]

["This one's big, Pyris," Lia said, her voice laced with excitement. "But if anyone can do it, it's you."]

Pyris's eyes flickered with renewed determination. He would win her—Empress Astrid—and claim the power that came with it. But it would take careful planning, a strategic approach, and a way to constantly remain close to the royal family.

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Drakon's voice broke Pyris from his daze. The crown prince's gaze narrowed as he noticed Pyris's momentary distraction. "Something catch your eye, Obsidian?"

Pyris smirked, his confidence returning in full force. "Just appreciating the... scenery."

Drakon frowned slightly, his eyes darkening with suspicion. "Be careful, Pyris. The Dragon Empire has many eyes, and not all of them are kind to outsiders."

Pyris chuckled, his smirk never leaving his lips. "I've never been the one to take warnings lightly, thank you?"

Their gazes locked once more, the tension between them shifting from a simple test of power to something deeper. Pyris knew this wouldn't be the last time he encountered the crown prince.

Drakon would become a rival, not just in strength, but in influence—and now, perhaps, in matters of the heart.

But Pyris welcomed the challenge. He thrived on it.

With a final nod to Drakon, Pyris turned on his heel and began to walk away, his mind already calculating his next steps. He would return to the imperial palace soon enough. But when he did, it would be with a plan—to claim the empress, to rise above the Valyrian family's games, and to expand his influence even further.

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Pyris Obsidian walked confidently out of the Valyrian Palace, his mind buzzing with thoughts of power and conquest. As he left Drakon behind, a sly grin crept across his face.

"I'll be your daddy soon, Drakon! Let's see how you keep that attitude!" Pyris thought, the satisfaction of outwitting the crown prince already sinking in. The night had been a victory for him, and the game had only just begun.

Once inside his sleek, private car, Pyris leaned back into the plush seat, exhaling slowly. The lights of the capital city blurred outside the window, but his mind was fixed on more pressing matters.

The image of Empress Astrid Valyrian burned brightly in his thoughts. Her beauty, her power—it was enough to stir his dragon blood in ways few women had. He had to have her, and his mind raced, seeking a way to make his presence in the Imperial Palace more frequent.

After all, he wasn't just trying to conquer the empress—there was the mysterious Space Dragon to locate as well.

["How bold of you, Pyris,"] Lia's voice echoed in his head, her tone teasing and playful. ["Trying to cuck the dragon emperor himself!"]

Pyris chuckled darkly, his smirk widening as he considered the gravity of his ambitions. Bold didn't even begin to cover it.

"It can't be helped, Lia," Pyris said, his tone matter-of-fact. "She's just too beautiful to be with that loser of a man. I'm the only one worthy of her." Well, the emperor wasn't a loser but a joke wouldn't hurt.

Lia laughed softly in his mind, the sound light but full of mischief. ["The lust dragon in you won't let this go, will it?"]

"Of course not," Pyris replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "There's something thrilling about it, Lia. Something that makes my blood stir. Besides, I know I can win her."

He was quiet for a moment, then the plan started to form in his mind. With Song's mastery of the void element, they could sneak into the palace undetected. It was dangerous—insanely bold—but it was the kind of danger that Pyris craved. The kind of challenge that made his lust dragon blood burn.

["Sneaking into the imperial palace to seduce the empress and find the Space Dragon, all under the emperor's nose? You'll get yourself killed if they catch you, Pyris,"] Lia warned, though her tone was filled with excitement, mirroring Pyris's own feelings.

"The thrill is part of the plan, Lia," Pyris said, his grin never fading. "The risk makes it all the more worth it. And once I get inside, it won't be long before the empress is mine."

His mind flickered back to his women. Aurelia, his death dragon sister, Alera, and Alexa. They were powerful, and training with them had honed his skills, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't enough. He needed more. His dragon blood screamed for more.

"Selene," Pyris muttered to himself, his thoughts drifting to the fallen angel who had captured his attention recently. She was still a mystery to him, but he felt the pull between them growing stronger.

["Selene would make a fine addition,"] Lia mused. ["But you'll need time to win her over. In the meantime, use your visits to the palace as an opportunity. If you're patient, Seraphina will be yours completely."]

Pyris leaned back, nodding. "Seraphina will fall further into my grasp soon enough. But Selene... She's different."

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The next day at the academy, Pyris walked the familiar halls with renewed purpose. His mind was sharp, constantly calculating his next moves. His growing empire, his future plans at the palace, and now, the potential of adding new women to his already powerful group.

As he rounded a corner, his senses tingled, alerting him to a familiar presence.

There, walking through the courtyard with her head held high and her aura commanding, was Selene Serenova. The fallen angel moved with the grace of her kind, her white hair and striking features making her stand out even among the most powerful students at the academy.

Her aura, like Pyris's, exuded an imposing force that couldn't be ignored.

Pyris caught her gaze, and their eyes locked for a moment. There was a brief flicker of something—perhaps curiosity or recognition. Pyris stepped toward her, his confidence unwavering.

"Selene," he greeted, his voice smooth. "It's been a while."