Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Well then…" I exclaimed while eyeing the beyond-sexy creature in front of me.

"... It's time." Sera finished for me while looking up into my gaze with a smile adorning her features that were a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I decided not to immediately rush to undress, instead, I took her hand in mine and brought her to the seating area. I sat in one of the lush sofas and Seraphiel elected to use my right thigh as her chair. It seemed that she liked to sit in my embrace more with each passing day. Naturally, I had no complaints whatsoever.

I reached for the wine bottle and uncorked it, lifting the item to my nose to take in the aroma. Back on Earth, I was no wine connoisseur; to me, cheap wine often tasted no different from its expensive counterparts. However, becoming a primordial had sharpened my senses, allowing me to appreciate the finer details in life - like the craftsmanship of a well-brewed liquor over the bland uniformity of mass-produced ones.

I rarely drank since my transmigration, however, as I always had a reason not to. Training, not feeling completely safe, the Phenom Trials, and many other reasons made me think twice before sipping alcohol.

Today was different. I felt in control.

Seraphiel picked up the glasses from the table and held them out for me to pour the liquor. However, I filled only one before gesturing for her to set the other back on the table. She raised an eyebrow at me questioningly, but when I clinked the whole bottle with her glass, my intent became clear to her.

"They say gluttony is a sin…" she teased with a giggle, but I ignored her words and took a hearty swig.

She watched me for a moment before cautiously raising her glass to her lips and sipping a tiny amount. Her face immediately twisted into a grimace, drawing a chuckle from me. "This is your first time tasting alcohol, I presume?"

"Blergh!" She whined and then began demandingly tapping on my storage ring until I brought out a flask of water for her, which she snatched from my hands and drank, sighing with relief. "Ahh… So much better," she declared before answering my question.

"Yes, my mother was very strict with me while growing up, I was forbidden from drinking alcohol until turning a hundred years old and thus becoming a legal adult, but on that very same day, my summons to the army arrived, so I didn't have the opportunity…"

"I see. Frankly, I'm surprised to learn you were such a good girl who never went against your mother's wishes. You had a hundred years to do so, yet you never did."

"I was very obedient growing up! You're the one who turned me into a rebellious daughter! Did you see Mom's face when I asked you to fill her womb up? She looked ready to pounce on me! Hehe!"

"Yeah…" I chuckled along with her merry giggles before adding, "By the way, I officially deny any responsibility for your so-called transformation. You were a bad girl from the very start. The only difference is that with your mother out of the picture combined with the freedom I gave you, the real you finally had the chance to come to light over the months we spent together."

She stared at me while opening and closing her mouth multiple times as she tried her best to refute my claims but each attempt was snuffed out before she could even voice them. "… There might be some incredibly minor truth to your words…" She admitted at long last after looking away from my smug expression, refusing to meet my victorious gaze.

Her silence didn't last long, however, as she locked eyes with me once again and declared, "I don't like that smug grin, caveman. I was feeling a bit anxious before, but now I feel the need to challenge you to restore my honor!"

"Is that so…? And what exactly do you challenge me in?"

"Your competence in bed! The one who makes the other orgasm more is the winner, and the loser will have to do whatever the winner says!"

My amused expression instantly stiffened upon hearing her chosen battleground. I prided myself on my ability to please women, and implying I was so bad at it that a complete virgin could outdo me was nothing short of a grave insult.

Seraphiel must have sensed the precarious ground she was treading, as she quickly added, "Since you have far more experience compared to my zero, I'll start with an advantage - two points, as if I've already made you release twice. It's only fair to even the playing field."

Those were not the words she should've uttered. What should have escaped her dainty lips were fervent apologies for her earlier insolence. Judging by the wry but excited smile playing on her face, she clearly knew that as well - but my cheeky elf seemed far too stubborn to utter the words she ought to.

"Challenge accepted."

I grunted the words and raised my wine bottle toward the ceiling, chugging its entire contents without pause. Seraphiel's wide eyes followed my every motion as her audible gulp and the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat betrayed her nerves. She knew she had challenged the devil to a fight she shouldn't have - but there was no turning back now.

"Ahh…" I exhaled in appreciation for the craftsmanship of the liquor with my eyes scanning the label to note its maker. I was intent on purchasing some for my home. I then turned my head in the direction of the nervous but excited elf and smirked. "Who starts?"

"Uhh…" she mused a bit inwardly as a thoughtful expression crossed her face before she gave a decisive nod to herself. "Since I have two points, it's only fair for you to start."

"Alright."

I reached into my storage ring and retrieved a simple hourglass. "Each of us gets ten minutes to do as we please with the other before our turn ends. If no orgasm happens, no point will be gained."

Seraphiel swallowed hard with her cheeks turning rosy red before nodding her understanding and acceptance.

"Kya!" she squealed as I scooped her into a princess carry and brought her to the large bed where I placed her down and flipped the hourglass on its head; my ten minutes had begun.

I sat down beside the bashful elf and saw her eyes darting between my hands and face as she lay on the bed, eager to see where I would begin.

There was no need to deliberate on how I'd spend my first ten minutes. Though she was dressed in what could only be considered proper clothing for an elf, their concept of "proper" left one part of the body tantalizingly bare. My eyes naturally drifted to that exposed, vulnerable spot: her feet.

I wasn't a foot person - or so I'd always thought - but elves were a different breed entirely. Their feet were free of imperfections or grime despite endless travels through forests thanks to its magical nature.

As their most sensitive sensory organ, their feet guided them through dense, shadowed forests more reliably than their eyes, ears, or noses ever could. This elevated their feet from a mundane body part to something far more intimate - an erogenous zone of breathtaking sensitivity.

Their feet were never smelly, never dirty, and their brain felt any sensation conveyed through them as if it were amplified a thousandfold, just like how Blossom was always brought out of her element when I pulled on her lush tail.

"You know…" I began, breaking the momentary silence and watching my gorgeous elf's long, pointy ears twitch in nervous excitement, "When I introduced you to Luminara and Mearie using their ability to read my memories, my human mother said I should give you a foot massage, but she was instantly shot down by my elven mother who said if you allowed me to touch your feet before our relationship advanced to a certain stage, you would be a loose woman, not fit to bear my children."

My lips curled into a mischievous smile as I added, "I believe we've arrived at that certain point in our relationship."

Before she could respond, I trailed a single, deliberate line along the arch of her left foot. The effect was instantaneous. She gasped loudly and her whole body stiffened as if struck by a bolt of lightning. The red hue deepened across her face and ears, and her wide, disbelieving eyes fixed on me. The earlier curiosity was replaced with a mix of outrage and flustered vulnerability.

"I can't believe this!" she whined. Her voice was adorably high-pitched. "My mother-in-law betrayed me!"