Guild Wars

Chapter 368 - A Halfling's Cries Are The Sweetest 1

Draco entered Ophie’s room with a light smile. He kept his armor receded and only came in with a towel, his bare chest and legs on display like he was some cheap gigolo.

He saw that true to Hoover’s word, the halfling was fast asleep on her bed, in a pose like she was some sleeping beauty waiting for the precious kiss from her prince charming that would wake her up.

Draco chuckled meanly when he saw this, as it was truly an amusing sight when it wasn’t a normal-sized babe, but a woman the size of a chibi. Draco opened photo mode and snapped a pic of this, as he was sure it would be the most liked pic on the internet soon.

After doing so, he calmly walked over to the bed and stood over the sleeping Ophie. With a gentle touch, he sat beside her on the bed and placed his hand on her cheek.

"Wow, so soft." Draco remarked with surprise.

Ophie’s cheeks were chubby and pinchable, which doubled her cuteness factor until it almost reached Rila’s level. However, to Draco, no one in the world could beat Rila. Not to mention that Ophie was almost three times the size of little Rila, so her cuteness factor was reduced a bit.

Draco cast a simple awakening spell with his subjective magic. This gently roused the sleeping halfling, and she cutely rubbed her eyes as she raised her upper body.

"Hmm? Where am I...?" She queried drowsily.

Draco gently caressed her hair and spoke kindly. "You’re in your room in Evergreen Manor, and I’m here with you."

Realizing that Draco was seated beside her, Ophie’s mood soared greatly and she hugged him. "Draco! I missed you so much!"

Draco chuckled and gently kissed Ophie on the forehead. "I’m sorry I was away for so long, I got caught up in assisting the people of this world in breaking their shackles, allowing them to see new avenues for their practice."

Ophie was surprised by this. "You helped break their shackles...?"

"Enlightenment. By showing them my self-created techniques, which are top-notch even among other outsiders, they were able to understand many unique things about how outsiders craft. They got inspired to experiment a lot and many even managed to enhance their own techniques by incorporating what they learned by watching me." Draco explained patiently.

Ophie was moved by this and asked: "But what about you? What did you gain?"

Draco simply waved his hands leisurely, as if to say it wasn’t a big deal. "The satisfaction and enhancement of my fellow crafters is enough. Besides, I’m here to win the inheritance, not put your people down. Your people are my people, and I shall treat you all as such."

Ophie’s heart was extremely touched by Draco’s magnanimity. "You’re coming was truly a blessing to us, Draco."

Draco smiled and placed a hand under Ophie’s chin, caressing it slightly and bringing her youthful yet beautiful face near his. "Forget about me, the important one here is you."

Ophie gasped. "M-Me..?"

Draco nodded. "Yes you, Ophie."

His expression became serious and solemn. "I want to properly apologize for making you suffer so much. I promised to return and grant you extreme pleasure after one week, but ultimately ended up taking more than 2 weeks."

Ophie shook and quickly tried to stop Draco. "N-No, It’s not..."

Draco placed a finger on her lips. "It is. And I want to make it up to you now."

Ophie’s heart began to pound as her cheeks and body flushed. She understood what Draco was implying, and it was what she had come to crave ever since Draco awakened her s.e.x.u.a.l awareness.

Especially since her body had been put in hibernation. She had been too groggy to remember her desire, but now that Draco brought it up her whole body was on fire, and her abdomen began to throb as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

A wetness seeped through her special place and even stained her panties a little, making her feel simultaneously ashamed and aroused.

Draco smiled at this reaction. There was nothing more thrilling for him and his bloodline than seducing maidens and stealing their affection. His Horned Demon Inheritance enjoyed the s.e.x.u.a.l/defiling aspect, while his Dark Angel Inheritance relished the seduction and subjugation aspect.

This was why his skirt-chasing had become worse in recent times. He only had himself to blame for this, because his Horned Demon had only been at 10% before the activation training with Eva.

His Dark Angel had been at 3% before his training with Richmond and rose to 7% afterward. After the activation, his Horned Demon shot up to 70% and his Dark Angel to 30%!

With it came more power and abilities, but also the troubles that Lucifer faced. As the Ultimate Devil had bluntly stated, the nine High Humans were essentially kids with access to nuclear missiles.

They had humongous power which they did not understand the depth of, and they had no idea how to control it competently at all. Draco and Eva were considered perfect clones/reincarnations because the sheer chaos of the bloodline had been suppressed - or bound - by the sub-human DNA.

But as Draco got closer and closer to 100%, he also got closer to the issues that plagued Lucifer and Amaterasu to no end, forcing them to leave the world before they ended up destroying it in carelessness.

Draco knew this was an issue and planned to resolve it, but he wanted to first indulge and explore it. When the time was right, he would permanently suppress it so that he could return to his proper self.

Ophie leaned in Draco, wanting to experience pleasure and drawn in more of him, but Draco stopped her. "Before we begin, I want to make somethings clear."

He pointed to himself. "I am Draco Morningstar, the Abyssal Prime, and Strongest Immortal Adventurer. I have founded a clan of my own, a genealogy made up of my four beautiful wives, twenty-eight concubines, and a plethora of breeding slaves."

He pointed to her. "You are Ophie, a halfling of the Refinement God’s Clan and one of the prime beauties of Evergreen Village. You are respected and held in high esteem, also able to freely do whatever you want."

Ophie blushed at his praise, but made sure to listen.

"Should you decide to have s.e.x with me, you will bear my child. As such, your status would change from that of a descendant of the Refinement God’s Clan to a concubine of the Morningstar Clan."

Draco folded his arms. "So you have to decide, do you really want to do this? Once you cross this line, there is no stepping back."

Ophie was silent for a while before asking three questions. "Will I be able to receive your love in the future if I don’t join?"

Draco shook his head. "No. In that case, you and I will become acquaintances, but never lovers. There will henceforth be no longer any romantic dealings between the two of us."

"Will I be able to continue practicing my Tradeskill if I join your clan?"

Draco smiled. "Naturally, why would I let you throw your talent away? Also, just to be clear, becoming a concubine doesn’t mean all your rights are stripped away and you become a slave."

"You will just have to adhere to some general rules of the clan, chief of them being that if one of my wives asks something of you, you should treat it as if it was an order coming from me, but apart from that everything about your life is your own."

Draco rubbed his chin. "In fact, the best way to describe being a concubine is essentially that the female has top obey the laws of marriage and fidelity in full, while the male is not bound by this. So, you basically wouldn’t do anything that would not be proper if you were my legitimate wife."

Ophie nodded to signal that she understood. Draco’s explanation was blunt and to the point, but it did at least clarify her confusion.

"C-Can I bring my family to join your clan with me?"

Draco chuckled. "Of course. As I said, a concubine has an official status not much lower than that of a wife, only that some obligations are omitted from her partner. So, your family would be eligible to be a part of my clan, however it would be as a side branch."

Ophie nodded in the end and ruminated for a bit. She then looked up to Draco with her clear and pure eyes, taking in his form as if to use it to weigh her options.

...and this was a big mistake.

If Ophie had stared at the wall, she might have come to her senses through deep pondering and realized that running far away from this f.u.c.kboy and his so-called clan would be the best option.

However, she chose to look right into the eyes of the most powerful incubus in the main plane... how could she make a rational decision in this case?

It was akin to having a s.e.xy beauty like Zaine prostrate before you, placing her Z grade booty in your face and goading you to eat her out. If one looked away and deliberated, they might muster enough willpower to push her away.

However, if one gazed into the abyss that was a Z grade booty, one would never be able to extricate themselves. After all, even Rank 5 and higher powers had lost themselves in the magnificence Zaine’s backside during the First Player Auction, forcing them to bid foolishly.

As such Ophie hugged Draco tightly and spoke in a low murmur. "I want to be with you."

Draco stroked her lovely hair and took in her scent. She smelled startlingly like a c.o.c.ktail of juices, which should be obvious since she was primarily a Brewer who focused on specialized drinks.

"I accept you into my clan. You are now my 29th concubine and shall bear my next child." Draco declared formally.

Ophie just continued to hold onto him, as if letting go would make him disappear and she would never have the chance to experience the pleasure he promised her.

Draco was amused by the halflings desperation, and he felt it wouldn’t be prudent to keep her waiting any longer. As such, he gently rubbed her shoulders and stood up from the bed.

"Stand before me and undress slowly, so that I may admire your body." Draco demanded calmly.

Ophie was shy, but still complied with his request. She moved to stand in front of him and slowly removed her maid dress, which was actually complex to take off because it was the formal type meant for work, unlike the modified type seen in modern media which was primarily meant to be aesthetic or e.r.o.t.i.c.

By the time the halfling was in the nude, her face was a deep scarlet, and she could barely look Draco in the eyes. Yet, she did not cover herself up, allowing Draco to coolly peruse her n.a.k.e.dness.

Draco did so unscrupulously and rubbed his chin too. He had to admit, Ophie was every b.r.e.a.s.t lover’s dream with her huge mounds that unrealistically remained upright as if to spite gravity.

Draco knew for a fact that at Ophie’s size, not only should she have a slight slouch due to the weight, but her b.r.e.a.s.ts should droop considerably in order to pay homage to Daddy Gravity.

However, as was only possible in Boundless, her chest remained perfectly straight like missile silos, only tilting down ever so slightly, enough that it was almost unnoticeable.

Apart from that, the halfling had a sizable butt. Not enough to make it her main focus, but enough that for a connoisseur of booty like Draco to grasp and play with despite her diminutive stature.

One should not forget that Ophie’s head only reached his stomach at best. That was why Draco often called her a chibi in his mind, but the truth was that Ophie looked like a young woman who was molded with the body of a dwarf.

Or better yet, the size of a dwarf but still retaining youthful features, unlike the rough and squarish features actual dwarves had.

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