Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!



⁜Layna POV⁜

Layna left the room in the early hours of the morning along with Estella, who offered to train with her in the church, something that the paladin had done every morning at sunrise since she first experienced a blood moon. 

However, today, she was late by several hours as the amazing scenes of that room only just finished with the collapse of Saintess Irina and the lady named Gwendolyn.

How does he keep going for so long with so many women and shoot so much... Ah no... Layna, you are a proper lady and must not think of those things. 

It's shameful...

"Bishop Estella... Is your body okay?"

"Mmmm? Oh, you mean after a night of rough sex, how can I walk normally?" 

Her blatant voice lacked all tact, and the kiss marks were still visible from the neck of her habit... Layna was confused as this woman had taken on an evil figure, but the holy emblem between Layna's bosom didn't burn for her to slay the bishop.

A succubus that has never killed a man... Is it thanks to him?

"Honesty... I am using magic on my legs—otherwise, after darling's pounding, I would be like those other women and jelly on the bed."

"Today is my turn for the confessionals, though, and I cannot spend the entire day basking in his wonderful scent..."

"Damn it."

The way she truly cursed seemed as if Bishop Estella would choose Lucifer over the goddess Celestia if asked...

This made Layna both amused and worried for the future journey. Only a single day and I've already swallowed his seed... and it wasn't unpleasant... Ah... Layna, why are you such a naughty girl? 

This is my punishment for my sinful act of masturbating after battle!

She was convinced this was why she felt a feeling of glee and arousal when his hands pushed her down, the air vanished, and she felt death closing in... Filled with self-hatred, she could only ask herself.

Why did I orgasm?

"Will you be okay to train with me? I am pretty strong and don't train for fun."

"Don't worry, my master plans to take me with him, so I need to become stronger. Please teach me how to become stronger in combat. I don't want just to be his comforter but to support him in battles like Gwen and Irina."

Layna saw this side of Bishop Estella for the first time, her soft eyes that were almost pleading for help and a slight bow with no sense of arrogance or confidence. It made Lanya feel happy, and she wondered if, for the first time in many years, she could make some female friends who were similar to her...

A feeling of excitement brewing in her chest as the night with Lucifer was changed from something a little sinful to something she was happy about... 

All thanks to Estella offering to train with her on a whim and desire to improve.

⁜Lucifer POV⁜

His body was quite refreshed from the evening with so many lovely women giving them their essences and blood, but the most delicious scented blood managed to escape. 

Lucifer climbed off the sheets to feel both Irina and Gwen clinging to his body, which was now filled with kiss marks, claw marks and drool from their bad sleeping posture. As he pulled away and fell backwards, placing his hands down on two squishy mounds... their elastic feeling and warmth were nothing like the women he knew well.

"Mmmm...." 

A quite husky and deep voice sounded before two hands wrapped around his and squeezed them onto the flexible melons as his fingers sank into the warm flesh. 

Isn't this scent of blood... a little like Lephalia but different? It feels more mature and musky... Maybe like how I imagine her mother smells?

Strange...

He turned around, only to feel shock in the sight that entered his eyes.

The short Lephalia was gone as she had grown at least seven inches or more overnight. Her fangs were protruding and seemed to be stained with blood... It was his blood. 

"Oh..."

Lephalia had changed completely.

Her beautiful brown hair now completely transformed into a glossy and sleek white, with a silver sheen under the morning light.

Even the sun complimented her pale skin.

She seemed more precious and beautiful than a porcelain doll as she suddenly seemed to awaken; her eyes showed pain when viewing the light, and her hands covered her fluffy raccoon ears as she rolled and groaned in pain.

"Lephalia, are you alright?" 

Lucifer's hand touched her cheek, the grimace and pain fading as a small barrier of dull magic covered her head, blocking the intense sounds and sights from her vision. Looking up at him like a deer, her crimson eyes like gems glistened and watched silently.

"Master... It hurts, the sounds are loud... the sun is too bright!" 

She covered her mouth, seeming to be confused by the more mature and husky voice she had now—it was like a female jazz singer who specialised in a bassy baritone pitch.

"Don't panic... I told you that if you drank too much of my blood, something would happen."

"Mmm... but it was tasty, and you hugged me so tight."

"Haa... Lephalia, you are now a complete Dhampir, or rather, you are pretty much a Raccoon Beastkin Vampire."

"Like master?"

"Don't look so excited... your cute brown hair is gone, and your eyes are dark red, no longer able to switch between those almond orbs either..."

She looked at him before tilting his head and lifting his hands that were still fondling her increased-sized breasts as she gave a strange smile like a naughty child.

"Hehe, but master, my boobs are so big now... You cannot help but play with them like big sister Irina and Gwen!"

"Well, they are nice, a very firm and lovely rocket-shaped bosom with small areola and nipples..." 

"Ah... don't say...." Her hands pulled him away and seemed to know the meaning of the words, and now she could feel shame.

Lucifer felt more relaxed seeing this as her time in slavery seemed to have stopped her mind at a certain age even as her body grew larger, but now it seemed she was starting to awaken and act the same age as her body as she covered the lower fur between her hips even that now a shiny silver colour.

He slid off the bed and began looking for something to wear because even though he wanted to spend all morning having fun with Lephalia, there were plans to be made, and Lucifer didn't have much time to prepare.

"Less than thirty hours... Not enough time to make a new wall or gather mercenaries... I hope that Serena took my warning seriously."

The plan he was making was never to protect the city but to make it so each of his women could fight with the lowest risk to their safety in order to get the maximum benefits possible, as he gained a slight benefit from becoming the Hero.

Now, the experience gained was enhanced further. He didn't know what kind of magic did, but there were now two pools.

He would store the Prana for his Lord's experience to distribute during sex with the girls as normal.

And now the Hero pool, which would share Prana equally after a battle, Lucifer would get slightly more than the heroines who would receive a smaller cut, but what made him confused was both total amounts were the same.

How is the world doubling the Prana I get from one monster... It doesn't make sense.

[Simple]

[You have two Goddesses helping you now. One merely gives you this small gift after battle, while the other lets you enjoy sex and pleasure to improve, hehe.]

[You know which is better, right? Her name begins with S!]

I thought you were just a grimoire's ghost, Sylvia—what goddess are you? Heh... how about you let me sleep with you and get more prana, and I'll believe you.

[Really!? You'll sleep with me!!! Hahahaha!]

Hmmmm, why is she so excited?