Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Yes, actual night dresses, not a desperate prostitute's attire who is about to go homeless so she must attract any and all kinds of customers!" She yells.

I can't help but laugh heartily at her analogy. "Come on, it's not that bad at all. You're blowing things out of proportion. You should see Blossom's. Furthermore, your only 'customer' will be me, so there's no need to be embarrassed. You've already shown your body off to me in nothing but bandages, after all.

Also, this is the request I was talking about during the feast."

She scans the cloth for a good minute, then stomps her feet on the ground cutely. "Argh! Alright! Just this once, but don't you dare get touchy!"

Flawless victory.

Ayame quickly shoves me out of the door to change in peace. Once I'm finally allowed back in, a good ten minutes had passed, but… The wait was so incredibly worth it.

What welcomes me is a sight I will never be able to forget.

Ayame stands alone in the doorway, her gaze intently directed at her bare feet. She is squirming with her entire body, and fiddles with her fingers so nervously that it makes me think that she's about to take her college career's most important exam that will decide her entire future prospects.

Her hands are placed deliberately in front of her lady-flower so as to not let me see the sight should the fabric be transparent enough. That, however, means her perky mounds aren't properly hidden. I can indeed see her beautiful breasts and pink nipples. Just barely. Then, I glance at her head, and notice that her entire face is rosy red from embarrassment.

What an absolutely breathtaking sight. I wish my phone could be charged in this world. I would snap a million pictures in a heartbeat.

I approach Ayame and stroke her hair gently. "You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ayame. There's no need to be ashamed of anything. Come, let us enjoy ourselves tonight." I say and bend down, picking her up into a princess carry, eliciting a frightened yelp in the process.

She wasn't at all afraid during her death battle with Iris, or the ones before her, but now she is trembling like a little bunny who is faced with the danger of a hungry predator in an open field.

She's so incredibly cute.

"You know I don't bite, right?" I ask jokingly.

Ayame scoffs angrily. "Stop being so obnoxious, Quinlan…! I've never been in a similar situation before, of course I would be nervous…"

"Hehe. It's just sleeping in my arms. Or were you thinking of going a few steps further?"

"No! Of course not, but that is already more than what I might be able to handle…" She murmurs under her breath.

I chuckle as we reach the bed. Thankfully Blossom decided to fall like a log on the side of it, leaving us more than enough space.

I set Ayame down to sit at the side, then I begin undressing. Whenever she's been in the same bed as me, I always wore underpants out of respect for her, and I elect to do as such today as well. She doesn't need the added pressure my naked 8 incher would provide.

I extinguish the candles brightening the room up and climb in myself, and reach out my arm to pull her in.

She struggles for a few seconds before relenting, with much difficulty.

I position ourselves so that I'm lying on my back with a pillow under my head, while Ayame is on my left side, lying sideways, her chest pushing up against my left side, and using my shoulder as her pillow.

"It's not so bad, no?" I inquire jovially. It feels amazing to finally feel her warmth on my naked skin. I waited for such a long time to have her sleep in my arms.

I absolutely must congratulate the Quinlan of the past for not using this won bet before. This is the perfect time. Just after a legendary mission success, in a comfortable inn room, after a happy feast, after getting her a hot nightgown and paying for a nice bathhouse's services.

She smells so incredibly good. I lean in and sniff her gorgeous dark hair just for good measure.

Perfect.

She doesn't answer for a few seconds before nodding, "yeah, I suppose so…"

"Then you wouldn't mind if we do this, right?" Without waiting for a response I grab her naked left thigh and pull her leg towards me, so as to spread it over the top of my lower abdomen, letting her feet rest on my right side. This way, I can rest my left hand on her waist by grabbing it, and the right one by stroking her tantalizing leg up and down.

I'm in absolute heaven.

My mind is in shambles, once again ascertaining that I'm in love with this stunning young woman, though I knew that already.

For all her mischievous tendencies, she is a delicate girl with a lot of love and affection to give, it's just deeply buried under the hard shell she had erected to protect her mental health after being betrayed by her sister and clan.

Once I break through, I'm certain she will replicate all of my strongest feelings.

"... Quinlan? I said no lewd touching! I even accepted dressing into this humiliating attire just for you!" She yells in a low tone, trying to whisper furiously so as to not wake her resting friend.

"Hmm? But it's just your waist and leg. I even touched your thighs back when I bought you and carried you to buy the shoes for your naked feet."

"Huh?! So that's why you wanted to carry me that badly?!" Her fury is growing… Not good.

"Of course not. It was just a side effect of my gentlemanly offer. I had no ill thoughts in my head at all."

"I don't believe you at all." She replies scornfully.

"Hmm. There are so many topics I wanted to discuss with you for a long time."

She sighs. "So we are just going to ignore that you keep groping me despite my protests?"

"Yeah, I sincerely hope so."