Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 751

Chapter 751: Rest, just a little bit, okay?

Monica didn’t think.

The instant she stepped away from the window, she was already in motion.

She descended the stairs of the administrative building almost running, ignoring calls, forgotten reports on the desk, and the perfectly controlled chaos she left behind. Her footsteps echoed quickly in the stone corridor as she crossed the main exit, the cold wind hitting her face the moment she reached the open plaza.

Strax was still talking to Scarlet when he sensed the change.

It wasn’t mana.

It was presence.

Before he even turned completely around, he already knew.

“Strax!”

The voice came laden with relief, emotion contained for weeks, and something dangerously close to pure joy.

Monica practically threw herself at him.

The impact was strong enough to make him take half a step back, but his arms automatically enveloped her, firm, secure, as if that gesture were as natural as breathing. She buried her face in his chest, her fingers clenching tightly into the fabric of his robe, as if needing confirmation that he was truly there.

“You’re back…” she murmured, her voice faltering for a second.

Strax lowered his face, resting his forehead against hers.

“I promised.”

She looked up, her eyes shining too brightly to be merely a reflection of the light.

And then she pulled him down.

The kiss wasn’t delicate.

It was urgent, intense, filled with weeks of accumulated worry, longing, and unwavering trust. Monica held his face in both hands, as if the world around them had simply ceased to exist in that instant.

Strax responded without hesitation.

The kiss was deep, firm, charged with something ancient and solid—not the explosive flame of any reunion, but the constant warmth of something that had already survived worse than distance.

When they finally parted, still too close, Monica breathed deeply, her forehead resting against his chest.

“You took your time,” she said, trying to sound firm.

“I know.”

“I was worried.”

“I figured.”

She gave a small, crooked smile.

“Never do that again.”

Strax let out a light chuckle.

“I’ll try.”

Before either of them could say anything more, the air shifted again.

This time, it was quick.

A gust of hot wind swept across the square like a blow, making flags flutter and some soldiers turn around in alarm.

“STRAX!”

Kali practically fell from the sky.

Her wings dissolved into light as she landed forcefully, her smile too wide to contain, her eyes gleaming with pure and utter lack of self-control. She didn’t even slow her pace.

She pushed Monica aside unceremoniously. “Hey—!”

Before Monica could complain, Kali had already grabbed Strax by the collar of his cloak.

And kissed him.

It wasn’t a restrained kiss.

It was lascivious, intense, completely brazen—firm hands, bodies pressed together, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of her lips even before pulling away.

“I missed you!” she declared, laughing, still too close. “You disappear for a month and think that’s acceptable?”

Strax blinked once.

“Kali—”

“No.” She pointed at him. “Don’t even start. You know exactly what you did.”

Monica crossed her arms slowly, staring at the scene with a dangerously calm look.

“You could have waited five seconds.”

Kali tilted her head, smiling with feigned innocence.

“I could have.” She shrugged. “But I didn’t want to.”

Strax sighed, running a hand over his face.

“You two…”

“We two what?” Monica and Kali said at the same time.

Scarlet, a few steps behind, let out a loud laugh.

“Ah, that’s what I missed.”

Meanwhile, a little further away, Agnes finally reached the square.

She stopped halfway.

She observed.

Strax in the center. Monica clearly still annoyed, Kali smiling as if she had just won a personal war, Scarlet laughing, a little blue dragon spying everything from her lap with attentive eyes.

Agnes blinked.

Then blinked again.

“…of course.”

She crossed her arms, her face completely neutral, her eyes empty of any residual hope.

“It must be nice to have a husband,” she murmured, so low that almost no one heard.

Almost.

Monica turned her face away immediately.

“Agnes—”

“No.” She raised her hand. “It’s okay. Really. Just…” she sighed, “…I’ll pretend this is normal for now.”

Kali tilted her head, assessing her.

“Do you want a hug too?”

“No.”

“A kiss?”

“Definitely not.”

Strax let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

“I missed you all.”

The little blue dragon made a soft sound, as if agreeing.

Monica looked at him… and then at Strax.

“We’ll talk later.” She took a deep breath. “Now go inside. You have a lot to explain.”

Strax smiled.

“I figured.”

The walk to the administration building was… noisy.

Not from shouts or clamor, but from the absurd number of curious glances. Soldiers pretending not to look, merchants forgetting prices mid-sentence, children being pulled by their parents while discreetly pointing. Strax walked in the center of the small group as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Scarlet right behind with the little blue dragon nestled in her lap, observing everything with eyes too attentive for someone so small.

Agnes came a little apart, hands in her pockets, a resigned expression.

“One day,” she murmured to herself, “I’ll also arrive riding a dragon just to see people’s reactions.”

“Or marry one,” Scarlet commented without looking back.

“It doesn’t help.”

Inside the office, the door closed with a dry click that muffled the murmur of the square. The room still smelled of new wood and fresh paint. Maps covered the walls, shelves were full of documents and simple artifacts, and the large central table remained organized with almost obsessive precision. Strax walked to the sofa against the side wall and sat down, finally allowing the weight of the journey—physical and otherwise—to catch up with him.

That was enough.

Monica sat down first.

Without asking permission.

She simply settled into his lap, sideways, one leg on the floor and the other bent over his, her arm wrapping around his torso with a possessive firmness too possessive to be casual.

Kali didn’t lag behind.

She sat on the other side almost instantly, mirroring the movement, one leg on the floor, the other crossed over his, her arm around his shoulder.

For a full second, the two remained motionless.

Staring at each other.

Strax blinked.

“…you’re doing this on purpose.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Monica replied, adjusting herself a little closer.

“Total coincidence,” said Kali, resting her chin on his shoulder, smiling.

The sofa creaked under the extra weight.

Scarlet raised an eyebrow.

“I bet five coins this ends in an argument.”

Agnes went to the table, grabbed a chair, and sat facing the scene, resting her elbow and face in her hand.

“I bet ten he won’t win this one.”

Strax sighed, but didn’t push either of them away.

“Right…,” he said, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, resigned. “How are things here?”

Monica answered first.

“Stable.” Her tone was serious, professional, despite her position. “Trade routes are functioning, contracts are yielding more than expected, and the Veil Company is keeping the smaller cities under diplomatic control.”

“The soldiers are… improving,” added Agnes reluctantly. “They’re still a bunch of beasts, but now they’re an organized bunch.”

Strax nodded.

“And the problems?”

Monica took a deep breath.

“We found something.” She tightened her arm slightly around him, the gesture unconscious. “A nest of demons.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted.

Scarlet straightened her posture immediately.

“Where?”

“In the back of Asgard.” Monica continued. “That dense forest, beyond the valley. We thought it was just residual mana… but it isn’t.”

Kali frowned.

“What kind of demons?”

“We don’t know enough yet.” Monica shook her head. “But the pattern is wrong. They’re not attacking directly. They’re… settling in.”

Strax closed his eyes for a second.

“So that’s why I felt the distorted mana when I arrived.”

“Yes.” Monica looked at him. “We contained the advance, but we didn’t eradicate it. We were waiting for you.”

Kali smiled slightly.

“See? You’re still needed.” “Unfortunately,” Agnes finished.

Strax opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

“I never doubted it.”

The little blue dragon, who until then had been silently observing everything in Scarlet’s lap, emitted a low, crystalline sound, like a soft crack on ice.

Strax tilted his gaze towards her.

“Looks like you’re going to get involved in this too, little one.”

Vex blinked slowly.

And snuggled closer, as if to say he had already decided.

Strax let out a long sigh, one of those that came from the depths of his chest.

“We’ll deal with that later,” he said calmly, calculatingly. “Now… I just want to rest a little.”

The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds.

Kali moved away enough to face him, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

“Rest?” she repeated. “Since when do you get tired like that?”

Monica also tilted her head slightly, studying him too intently.

“You’ve crossed continents before without even sitting down,” she added. “What happened up north?”

Strax didn’t answer immediately.

He just turned his face away.

And looked at Scarlet.

Scarlet, who until then had been leaning against the wall with Vex in her arms, slowly raised an eyebrow. She observed the three expressions before her—curiosity, suspicion, and expectation—and smiled dangerously pleasedly.

She made a vague, circular, intentional gesture with her hand.

“Let’s just say he didn’t exactly have any quiet nights there,” she said, in an exaggeratedly casual tone. “Thirty days straight of… very intense activity. Not a single break worthy of the name.”

Kali blinked.

“…ah.”

Monica put her hand to her forehead.

“Scarlet.”

“What?” she shrugged. “You asked.”

Agnes, sitting at the table, let out a dry laugh.

“Of course you asked. You always ask.”

Kali looked at Strax again, now with a slow smile appearing.

“So that’s it,” she murmured. “You’re tired because you fucked Scarlet like a whore for 30 days?”

Strax closed his eyes for a moment. “Don’t exaggerate, it wasn’t that long.”

“I-it wasn’t that long?” Agnes stammered.

“Oh, I let myself sleep a little.” Strax spoke as he grabbed Kali’s breasts and used them as a pillow, “Hm… Warm.”