Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 731

Capítulo 731: Problems arise in Asgard.

Night had fallen over the palace like a heavy cloak, but Strax and Scarlet’s room seemed to radiate its own warmth—intense, alive, pulsating.

Scarlet was in Strax’s arms, almost glued to him, her legs intertwined with his as if trying to prevent any other being in the world from touching him. She was breathless, her face flushed, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, seeking his mouth as if each kiss were necessary for life.

Strax held her by the waist, with the same natural firmness of someone who already knew she would try to climb him like a passionate predator. The kisses were deep, long, full of that familiar urgency—not explicit, but charged, vibrating in the air.

In the midst of it all, he managed to catch his breath enough to speak:

“Scarlet… about what happened earlier with Mercedes…”

Scarlet growled softly—a jealous, automatic sound—and pressed her body even closer to his, as if the mere mention of another woman was a personal threat.

“Strax… why are you talking about her now…?” she whispered in a husky voice, kissing the corner of his mouth just to tease him. “She already irritates me enough just by existing.”

Strax laughed against her lips.

“Because I need to tell you.”

Scarlet bit his lip—just to make it clear she didn’t like the idea.

“Go ahead. But kiss me while you do.”

He obeyed, pressing his lips to hers in a slow kiss while speaking between pauses, breathless:

“I… talked to Mercedes… about the noise last night…”

Scarlet laughed against his mouth.

“She deserved to hear every second.”

Strax continued:

“She’s… exhausted. She said she hasn’t slept in almost a week.”

Scarlet bit his neck, jealous, provocative:

“That’s her problem.”

“And…” Strax pulled her closer, making her gasp. “She asked when we’re leaving.”

Scarlet froze.

“And what did you say?”

“That we’re using this as a honeymoon.”

Scarlet smiled, satisfied, almost malicious.

“Great. She must be tearing her hair out.”

Strax laughed, sliding his hand down her back—and Scarlet arched her body, highly sensitive.

“But there’s more.”

He cupped her face in his hands, serious.

“Mercedes… well… I think she’s starting to find me interesting.”

Scarlet’s eyes widened—they shone as if a flame had been lit in them.

“INTERESTING?” She grabbed his collar.

“Strax, are you telling me that little snow queen is starting to look at you?”

Strax tried not to laugh.

“Yes.”

Scarlet grunted, pressing her body against his tightly.

“I knew it. She has that innocent-looking face… but she blushes when you look at her…”

Strax put his hand on her waist, trying to calm her down.

“Scarlet, calm down.”

She placed her hand on his chest—right in the center—and spoke slowly, each word dripping with possessiveness:

“If she dares even think of you with ulterior motives… I’ll freeze that woman and break her into little pieces.”

Strax burst into laughter.

“Scarlet!”

“I’m serious. I feel the way she looks at you. Thinking you’re kind, sweet, protective… and you are. And innocent women love that type.”

Strax continued smiling.

Scarlet pinched his cheeks angrily.

“Don’t laugh! I don’t like this story!”

He pulled her into a more intense kiss—so intense that she fell silent instantly, gasping.

When they separated, Strax spoke in a low, confident tone:

“My heart is already yours. It always has been.”

Scarlet took a deep breath—her gaze softened slightly.

Then she growled:

“But she doesn’t need to know that.”

Strax hugged her, laughing.

“Scarlet, you’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine.”

From the corner of the room, the egg trembled violently—jealous, indignant, and now completely ignored.

Scarlet shot him a death glare.

“YOU SHUT UP TOO. DAD IS MINE.”

The egg vibrated as if answering: “NEVER!”

Scarlet clicked her tongue.

“Oh, great. Two for me to protect.” Strax laughed so loudly the bed shook.

Strax stared at Scarlet for a few seconds—long, dense, filled with that familiar electricity that always surged when she went into “my-man-my-territory-my-air” mode.

He lifted one hand and slowly ran it through her hair.

“…You’ve been quite aggressive lately,” he murmured with a crooked smile. “And you’re jealous again.”

Scarlet wrinkled her nose in immediate irritation.

“I DON’T—”

Strax placed a finger on her lips, calm, provocative.

“Scarlet. You literally growl when I mention Mercedes’s name.”

She clenched her teeth, possessed, but unable to deny it.

“So what? I do growl. I don’t like the way she gets all… flushed… when you come around.” She narrowed her eyes. “If she thinks she can—”

“Scarlet.”

He held her waist with a firmness that made her hold her breath—and the egg, in the corner, vibrated as if it had taken an emotional blow.

“You’re mine,” he said, drawing out the words with absolute calm. “And I’m yours. That’s not up for discussion.”

Scarlet took a deep breath, relaxing a little, but still with that wild glint in her eyes.

Strax, however, added casually—as if commenting on the weather:

“…but I admit I have a certain interest in Mercedes.”

Silence.

The egg, upon hearing this, exploded in violent thuds, crashing against the wall as if trying to force its way out at that very second.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Scarlet turned her head like a beast ready to kill.

“I KNEW THAT DAMN EGG WAS LISTENING—”

Strax raised his voice firmly:

“STOP.”

He looked directly at the egg.

“You too. Stop it now. You’re not going to crack the palace wall just because of jealousy.”

The egg thudded again—more indignantly than before.

THUMP!

Strax sighed.

“I told you to stop.”

The walls trembled.

Scarlet crossed her arms.

“Great. Now I have two possessive beings vying for you. Wonderful. Perfect. That’s all I needed.”

Strax pulled her waist tighter, bringing her close until their foreheads almost touched.

“Scarlet.”

She tried to look away—he wouldn’t let her.

“You don’t need to be jealous.”

“I am jealous anyway!”

“And I like it.”

She froze, surprised.

Strax smiled.

“But you don’t need to. Because I’m going to remind you, very clearly, who you are to me.”

The egg thudded again—so loud it sounded like a compact thunderclap.

Scarlet glared at him as if she were going to murder the whole shell.

“IF YOU DON’T STOP, I’LL BURY YOU IN THE SNOW FOR THREE DAYS!”

THUMP.

Weaker… but still stubborn.

Strax sighed and ran a hand over his face, exasperated but laughing.

“He’s literally trying to break himself to get out quickly.”

“Of course he is!” Scarlet retorted. “He heard you talking about the Mercedes and freaked out! This frozen demon wants you for himself!”

Strax laughed, pulling her closer.

“Scarlet… I’m going to remind you who you are to me… completely… from the beginning to the end of this night.”

Scarlet swallowed hard—and the jealousy turned into another kind of intensity.

The egg began to thrash again, revolted, dramatic, almost hysterical.

THUMP—THUMP—THUMP—!

Scarlet pointed at him with pure jealous fury.

“IF YOU BREAK THE WALL I’LL GROUND YOU UNTIL THE NEXT ICE AGE!!!”

The egg stopped.

For three seconds.

Then it vibrated again—stubborn, indignant, extremely sensual without intention.

Strax laughed so loudly the whole room seemed to vibrate.

“I swear, Scarlet… we’re going to have problems when this little thing hatches.”

Scarlet squeezed his waist with absolute possession.

“Problems? He’s going to have problems.”

The egg trembled violently again.

And Strax, with the most satisfied expression in the world, only concluded:

“…it’s going to be a long night.”

…

The main office of Strax’s mansion in Asgard was silent, except for the sound of papers being turned by Monica. The woman was frowning, buried in reports, calculations, and signatures.

There was a knock at the door.

Before she could answer, a soldier rushed in—clearly coming straight from the field.

He bowed so quickly he almost fell to his knees.

“Lady Monica! Pardon the abrupt entrance—but it’s urgent!”

She straightened her posture in the chair.

“Speak.”

The soldier swallowed hard.

“A patrol has disappeared.”

Silence.

Monica closed the folder with calculated calm.

“Where?”

“In the desolate lands south of the kingdom… beyond the official border of Asgard territory.”

She frowned.

“Those soldiers were experienced. For them to disappear like that… something bigger must have happened.”

The soldier nodded—trembling.

“And there’s more.”

Monica raised an eyebrow.

“What happened?”

“We detected… demonic energy.”

He took a deep breath.

“In the tracks near where they should have been patrolling.” Monica froze.

Her eyes narrowed, serious, sharp, alert.

“Demonic…?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The room grew colder—not like Mercedes’s cold, but the cold of someone who immediately thinks of ten possible dangerous scenarios.

Monica stood up slowly.

“Prepare a search team. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he ran out desperately, leaving only the woman behind. Monica looked at the door for a few seconds and sighed,

“That’s all I needed…” Before she could continue murmuring something, someone was sitting quietly by the window.

“Want me to go?” Kali asked, smiling as she drank something, some kind of pink liqueur. “Hm, this is really good.” she savored.

Monica didn’t even turn her head to question anything, she just said, “Do as you wish. But be careful, I don’t want to inform your husband of your death.”

Kali looked at her and started laughing, “HAHAHAHA you’ve gotten bold ever since you gained some prominence, Strax’s personal maid.”

Monica’s gaze didn’t even reach Kali, “Say whatever you want. I’m sure he would choose me over you, every time.”