Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The office was quiet as Pyris worked late into the evening, the hum of technology filling the otherwise still air. He was deep in thought, reviewing the next steps for Obsidian Tech, when the soft knock on the door brought him back to reality.

"Come in," he called out, his voice low and focused.

The door opened, revealing Esmeralda, her sharp red eyes gleaming with mischief. She strolled in with a casual confidence that seemed almost foreign in the corporate world, her slim, elegant frame wrapped in a sleek black dress.

Her hair, streaked with shades of black, fell over her shoulders in soft waves.

"Still working?" she asked, her voice smooth and playful. "You know, it's not healthy to spend every waking hour in this tower."

Pyris raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "What can I say? There's always something to take care of."

Esmeralda waved her hand dismissively. "That's exactly why you need a break. You're always working." She paused, her smile widening slightly. "You never even celebrated your appointment as CEO of Obsidian Tech."

"I don't see much reason to," Pyris replied, glancing back at the reports on his desk. "There's too much to do, and a celebration doesn't exactly help with that."

Esmeralda's eyes twinkled with amusement as she stepped closer to his desk, leaning forward slightly. "That's exactly why you should celebrate. Besides, we have something in common now—we both hold new positions of power in Obsidian Tech. Why not celebrate together? Our new lives, our new roles... the least we can do is toast to that."

Pyris considered her offer for a moment, reluctant but intrigued. Esmeralda was persistent, and though he had doubts about leaving his work unfinished, he could sense that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Fine," he said after a pause. "But let's keep it quiet."

Esmeralda's smile deepened. "Already taken care of. I booked a private bar for the evening. Just us and the waitress. You won't have to deal with anyone else. No interruptions."

Pyris sighed, standing up and grabbing his coat. "Lead the way."

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The bar Esmeralda had booked was located on the outskirts of the capital, tucked away in a quiet alley. It was an intimate, elegant space with dark wood paneling, plush velvet seats, and a warm, dimly lit atmosphere.

True to her word, the bar was completely empty, save for the bartender and a single waitress who kept her distance, leaving the two of them to their privacy.

Pyris and Esmeralda took a seat in a secluded corner, where they were served their drinks—rich, high-quality spirits that promised a night of indulgence. Pyris wasn't much of a drinker, but he appreciated the smoothness of the liquor as it went down, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Esmeralda, on the other hand, was more enthusiastic, quickly turning off her magic and relishing the taste of the strong alcohol. She sipped from her glass, her eyes glowing faintly as she looked around the bar.

"I'm surprised you agreed to this," Esmeralda said with a chuckle. "You're always so... controlled. So serious."

"I suppose I could use a break," Pyris replied, taking another sip of his drink. "Besides, you're right. I never celebrated my appointment. Maybe it's time I did."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping their drinks. Esmeralda eventually leaned back in her seat, a nostalgic look crossing her face.

"You know, when I left my family," she began, her voice softer now, "I never expected to find any peace. I was treated like an outcast—unwanted, unappreciated. But Emberly... your mother... she was different. She saw something in me.

We had our adventures together, fought battles that most wouldn't dare to face."

Pyris listened quietly, his eyes fixed on her as she spoke.

"Leaving the Dracula family was the best decision I ever made," Esmeralda continued, swirling the drink in her glass. "They never cared about me. My brothers, especially Silas, only ever saw me as a failure—a weakling who didn't deserve to share their name. I was never meant to belong with them."

She paused, taking another drink. Pyris reached out to gently stop her from drinking too much, but Esmeralda waved him off, determined to get her story out.

"They pushed me away, but what they didn't know was that I hated them long before they ever cast me aside," she said, her eyes narrowing with anger.

"All that talk of family, of loyalty—it was a lie. I was never going to fit in with them, and I never wanted to. I've spent my life trying to prove that I'm better off without them."

Pyris could sense the raw emotion in her voice, the bitterness that had built up over years of rejection and isolation. As a Golden and Lust Dragon, he had developed a natural ability to sense when people were lying, and it was clear that Esmeralda's hatred for her family was genuine.

There was no deception here—only the truth of a woman who had long since abandoned any hope of reconciliation with her kin.

As the night wore on, Esmeralda's words grew slurred, her movements slower. She continued drinking, her frustrations and anger spilling out in waves as she recounted more of her painful history.

Pyris listened quietly, letting her speak, occasionally stopping her from downing too much alcohol at once.

"You know," Esmeralda said with a soft laugh, "I've never felt more free than I do now. To hell with them all. The Obsidian family, you and your mother... you gave me a place. That's more than I can say for my own blood."

She finally slumped forward, resting her head against Pyris's chest. Her breaths were slow and even, her body relaxing as the alcohol took hold. She had drunk herself into oblivion, her hatred and pain momentarily dulled by the haze of intoxication.

Pyris sighed, looking down at her with a mixture of pity and understanding. Esmeralda was a complicated woman, driven by her emotions and the scars of her past. He admired her strength, but tonight, he saw a vulnerability in her that she rarely showed.

Helpless, he gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he stood up from the table. The waitress had discreetly stepped out of sight, leaving them to their privacy. Pyris carried Esmeralda out to the car they had arrived in, her personal vehicle, and carefully placed her in the backseat.

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The drive to Obsidian Hotel was quiet, the city's streets nearly empty at this hour. Pyris parked discreetly in the underground garage, avoiding the main entrance. The manager had been informed in advance, ensuring that no one but him was aware of Esmeralda's condition.

The last thing they needed was for the public to see the newly appointed Vice-CEO of Obsidian Tech being carried through the halls, drunk and unconscious.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Pyris carried her through a private elevator to her suite, the manager quickly unlocking the door and stepping aside. He gently laid her down on the large, plush bed, pulling the covers over her.

Esmeralda stirred slightly but remained asleep, her breathing soft and even.

Without a word, Pyris left the suite, closing the door behind him.

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Later that night, Pyris made his way to the Obsidian Tower Penthouse, where Alexa was staying. At his request, she had moved into the luxurious penthouse, a place reserved for only the most trusted members of House Obsidian. Alexa had been staying with Julienne, her close friend, now one of the top models and actresses under Obsidian Entertainment.

As he stepped inside, Alexa greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes filled with a quiet longing.