Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!



Lucifer didn't get to enjoy the soft bodies of his new mistress and wife all day because the door was suddenly knocked after the sun began to rise into the sky—with the thick scent of sex, the two women began to panic.

Thankfully it was a woman knocking, Irina, pretending to be a good clergywoman and checking up on the Bishop like a good Saintess.

'It's just Irina. Why are they both so strange, whatever.' He thought before hugging them closer to his chest, stroking both of the cute women that began threatening each other the moment he pretended to sleep.

'Two crazy women, how adorable can they get.'

One was his wife, like a vicious honey badger, and the other was like a ferret vying for a better position.

He wouldn't hate them or blame them as long as it was him they hurt. Lucifer could be chopped into pieces and not die. But he would hate to see his women fighting and killing themselves where he cannot see.

So his hand grasped both of their rumps, squeezing with a smirk as both girls were identical as they let out a cute moan.

"Mmmm~ no...."

"Ahnn~ more...."

The sluttier one was, in fact, Gwendolyn, not Estella, as she began to slide her leg over his body, but Lucifer was having none of it and pinched her ass!

"If you are jealous and angry that I seemed to show more affection to one of the other girls, blame me and not them."

"Do not fight each other where I cannot see—take your anger out on me. Or I will leave both of you, okay?"

As his wife for over a decade, Gwen knew he was being serious, and the low voice he spoke with scared her more than his emotional yelling.

Because she knew it was serious, and the idea of losing him caused chaos in her chest.

"Yes, master." For some reason, both girls responded this way, without flirting or joking; instead, they hugged his chest and kissed him lovingly.

Their eyes met with each other before nodding. A sort of oath to each other that they would follow his words as both realised. If they fought where he could see, wouldn't he end up sleeping with them and soothing them gently like this?

Smiling together, the two crazy bitches enjoyed his gentle palms stroking the back of their heads.

"Irina, come inside. I know you are listening in—this is also for you too. Do not fight with your sisters. Or I will spank you and then kill you."

The two women in his embrace felt confused about why he wanted to enjoy her body and kill her.

"Honey, why spank her if you are going to kill her?" Gwen asked while Lucifer shrugged, "She has an amazing ass—when she dies, it'll be gone forever."

Irina didn't waste time, her lovely priestess gown and hair tied with two cute ribbons as she bounced towards the bed, kicking off her shoes and diving onto his chest, kissing him before exchanging words.

Their tongues intermingled as she showed how dearly she missed him after just one night apart. "Mmmn~ darling, it was so cold and lonely." His arms wrapped around the woman and now her, as all three women were tightly bound across his chest, feeling each other's warmth and scents.

"Don't fight, okay? Be good, sisters, and I'll reward you all."

A sort of peaceful 20 minutes passed before Irina suddenly realised why she came before almost falling asleep on his muscular, warm chest.

"Ah!?"

"I forgot, darling, the caravan will start moving again in 2 hours!" Her cute eyes were so serious as she looked upset, little tears forming as if she did the worst thing ever in forgetting her task. "We are leaving Halycon Valley faster than planned and aim to be near Rinvale village in 3 hours after leaving!"

"Understood; we should let the little raccoon back inside and get ready."

"Estella, you know your task." His voice was low but subtly soft as he stroked her soft cheek. "Support Irina well, and I will make sure to give you everything you desire from me, understand?"

"Yes, master!"

Estella blushed before rolling off the bed and skipping into the second room to get changed. She didn't plan to remove the scent of her master, although it was only a relationship of pleasure and sex now.

She aimed to make him fall for her and usurp the top seat!

"Gwendolyn, you are to take over and help Lephalia handle the guard duty after resting. I know we are not here as guards, but the better our reputation with the merchants in Rinvale, the better it will help us settle."

"The hero normally doesn't leave this place for a month or two. So we need a good standing with the people here!" He said while gently fixing her hair and applying moisturiser cream made with a slime's core on her cheeks.

"Mmmm, I will, so kiss me like Irina!"

Lucifer made sure to mark the location where they were on his grimoire because this place was close to their camp and likely had some interesting treasure or loot, and he wanted to swipe it before others came.

***

Like this, the caravan began to move again, although the loss of many guards, knights and adventurers was a sorrow for the merchants. Life continued for the living, and most of those who died were not locals, so there was even less excessive care.

Some even began to decide what to do with the goods from the deceased and about sharing the loot.

This was only stopped when the newly upgraded Estella wearing a fully covered white gown and chainmail underneath, stopped them with a glaive to their throats.

She no longer wore revealing clothes and instead wore the full Bishop Vestments for females, which caused many of her co-workers to believe the orcs had traumatised her.

Three hours later, the dark foggy trees that covered their sight and the sticky mud below their feet began to vanish as the beautiful sunlight and valley village of Rinvale entered their sights, with taller wooden buildings than most other towns and cities.

Also, some were built into the walls like a cave house.

It was a marvel for many to see, including Lucifer, who loved these small places in the game; they were never explorable, though.

So seeing them in the flesh with his enhanced vision brought a smile to his face, while the raccoon enjoying her fur being combed on his lap was also blissful.