Chapter 255: Our husband is a freak

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Strax stood there, staring at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror. The water from the shower still trickled gently down the walls, but the heat was starting to fade. His body was wet, but what truly troubled him wasn't the physical exhaustion or the mental fatigue—it was the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed him, the silent conflict within. "What am I doing?" he mentally questioned, the sound of water cascading was like a distant echo, a murmur that accompanied his thoughts. "I... can't deny that I enjoyed it, but is it right? Am I being honest with myself?" He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but the image of Daniela, the soft pressure of her lips, and the warmth of her body were still vivid in his memory. It was intense. It was unexpected—something that, for a moment, seemed to fill a void he hadn't known existed. "I think this is the first time I've ever wondered if what I did was right... What a strange feeling." Beatrice. Monica. Samira. Cristine. Each of them played a crucial role in his life. Each of them had been a fundamental part of the person he was now. And he couldn't deny that he felt something for all of them. They were not just his wives, but his partners, friends, companions in battle. So what did this new addition to his life mean? Daniela, her unique beauty, the undeniable attraction he'd felt for her... But for a few seconds, he dared to question whether it was just that or... Was there something more? "System," he asked, and the system tab opened. "Are you influencing me again?" he asked without hesitation. After all, he already knew the system... [No.] The tab appeared quickly and disappeared, but he saw it—yes, he clearly saw it... the System... "I understand, you're responding." He spoke mentally, somewhat stunned. "So it's not you influencing me to have more and more women, even though this is a Harem System?" He asked again, waiting for the response. [It's not the System.] This time, a full sentence appeared, different from the previous "no" that disappeared quickly. Now, the System was watching him. "So... I'm feeling... guilty?" Strax questioned, for the first time in all his time as Strax, questioning himself. [No. You're just being possessive again. You want to have everything, so you're afraid of losing what you already have.] The System responded, and for a moment, when Strax read the message... he felt as though he were speaking with an "older woman." "Why are you speaking to me?" Strax asked again, and the tab changed colors, from blue and black to red and gold. [I cannot answer that question.] The System said, and Strax felt its gaze. "And here we go again with mother and daughter fighting because they're fucking the same man..." Cristine muttered as she watched the two of them exchanging barbs... "Speaking of which... Vermillion... isn't that Scarlet's surname? Is he fucking that demon's daughter in a vampire's body?" Samira wondered as she thought... Beatrice looked at Samira thoughtfully before answering. "I wouldn't say it's a problem..." She smiled enigmatically. "But he's really starting to get involved with people from... interesting backgrounds. The question is: what does this mean for our family? And for him?" Monica intervened, a little more cautiously now, reflecting on the situation more carefully. "I don't think it's something to worry about, at least not now. He always has his way of dealing with these things, and in the end, he comes back to us." Samira looked at the others, a look charged with something hard to identify. "We'll see how far it goes. But I'm not at all comfortable with that surname. They have a lot of influence in the Vampire kingdom, a lot of history... I don't know if that's good or bad." Cristine tilted her head. "I'm not worried about that. If she's part of what he wants, she'll be... welcome. However... complicated." "Hey... what are the chances of him wanting to... win Scarlet over?" Beatrice murmured. "The chances?" Cristine repeated, as if pondering the question in her mind. She thought for a moment, her eyes moving away from the floating notification screen and back to the others. "Well... Strax is... who he is, right? He's never been one to get attached to one thing, to one type of relationship. If he wants to win Scarlet, or anyone else, he will. I don't doubt that." Samira, who had been quiet until that moment, raised an eyebrow. "But Scarlet is different. She's not just another woman. She has her own category, her own intentions... Strax may be an attractive man, but that may not be enough to deal with someone like her." Samira was once again looking at the situation from a more pragmatic perspective. She always looked at the gritty details, the complicated parts that other women sometimes preferred to ignore. Beatrice, on the other hand, seemed more thoughtful than she had ever been. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on some distant point in the room. "I know... but what if he wins her over anyway? He has the skill, the confidence... But Scarlet... she's not an easy woman, not even for him." "Have you really forgotten who our husband is?" Monica asked, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "That woman as far as I know is obsessed with power and potential... and look who's in her hands now..." "Our husband is a freak. That woman must have already measured his potential and right now she's got that old pussy dripping like a waterfall just by looking at him. And that's because she hasn't seen his Dragon form... Fuck, even if I'm not a dragon, I get turned on. Imagine that old Vampire." Monica said, making them all stare at her... "You really have no shame, don't you, Mom?" Beatrice said, letting out a muffled laugh. Her expression was still thoughtful, but the stiffness had eased, and she seemed more at ease with the situation than before. "I have no time for shame," Monica replied with a mischievous smile, still convinced of her words. "I just see things as they are. And if a vampire like Scarlet, who likes power, really feels Strax's presence... ah, she'll want more than just a piece of him." Samira, who until then had maintained a serious expression, now arched an eyebrow, looking curious. "Hmph. I don't want a thousand-year-old vampire putting her fingers on my young husband," Samira said as she crossed her arms and puffed out her huge breasts. "..." The women looked at Samira... "Samira... have your breasts grown?" Beatrice asked, analyzing the two mounds that... looked like they were about to explode on her blouse.

Chapter 255: Our husband is a freak

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