Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!
Chapter 195 - 195: The Ticking Clock

Three days had passed since creating defensive methods to avoid being watched. Leonhardt focused on training and reinforcing the western border when he left. He filled each day with intense training covered in blood, sweat and tears.

"Hah!"

Leonhardt slammed against the wall inside the training room, creating spider-webbed cracks in the marble walls.

"..." Zafira watched him silently with red cheeks and chest fluttering while brushing the haft of her giant axe.

"Ngh... that hurt like hell."

He dropped to the ground, sitting lazily while enjoying the sight of her seductive body, the sway of her heavy breasts dripping with sweat. How her training pants clung to her crotch, emphasising the lewd shape.

"Do you like what you see? My dear Leon?"

'Of course I like what I see.'

The thought remained inside his mind as Leonhardt tilted his head to the side with a crack, training with a level 100 powerhouse, leaving his bones and organs bruised.

'If It wasn't for my evolution and regenerative powers...'

He would have died days ago.

"Well, I can tell you like it anyway~ fufu."

Zafira slapped the ground with her tail twice, the loud echo followed by her rubbing both breasts with a soft cotton towel. The way she squished her breasts together with a cute grin made things difficult for Leonhardt.

"Can't you behave?"

"Eh?! I'm a succubus~ and we both know you love it... See?"

She pointed to his enlarged crotch, the training pants stretched to the limit, as her eyes narrowed like a lustful beast hunting her prey.

Leonhardt closed his eyes, leaning back, 'Well, she isn't wrong.' He looked at the beautiful succubus and enjoyed her eyes, which shone with a mischievous light.

"You just couldn't help getting hard and pressing against me after all~ haha. You'll have to take responsibility"

'She looked composed, but I could tell she was worried...'

Tomorrow, Leonhardt would leave for the Dungeon Master's meeting, but instead of taking Zafira, he asked her to wait at home.

"isn't that just what you wanted from me?" Leonhardt snorted and pushed himself off the floor, limping slightly from his sore and aching muscles.

"Would I ever do that?"

Zafira came closer, her steps light as if walking over clouds, before she hugged Leonhardt tightly, her warm, sweaty body smelling of her musk and sweet perfume.

"You would."

His fingers stroked her hips, trailing the edge of her waistband, each digit sinking into the soft flesh of her smooth, curvy hips.

"Pervert," she whispered, not stopping him and instead pressing herself against his chest.

"Dangerous of you to call me that when we're both covered in sweat and only a thin piece of fabric is stopping me from ravishing you." Leonhardt shot back, sliding his hand into her waistband, the heat spreading across his palms. "You're too sexy."

Pah!

"Ahh~ help, the dungeon master is a pervert!"

He pressed her closer, heat pulsing between them and brushed her ear with his lips.

"Should we see who gets clean first?"

Leonhardt smirked, squeezing her ass through the tight fabric, unable to resist her advances or rather... he found himself flirting and trying to seduce the women around him since the amount of incubus blood increased.

"No way~ you'll just get me all dirty again."

Zafira grasped his hand before pulling towards the showers.

"Why do you sound so excited about that?"

"Ehe~ well maybe I am."

"..."

Maybe she became more relaxed these past three days because Leonhardt treated her honestly and acted on his desires after his latest evolution. He called all the women to his room each night, but only let Zafira use her mouth.

"Let's go, Zafira."

"Nn~ okay."

***

The corridor outside the training room felt humid, thick with the scent of sweat and something special—Zafira's tail flicking behind her with every step. Her hand stayed wrapped around Leonhardt's, refusing to let him go.

The torches along the wall flickered as they passed, casting shifting shadows on the marble. Each echo of their steps felt louder than it should.

"You know," Zafira whispered, glancing up with that lazy, sultry smile, "I heard the bathwater's extra hot tonight. Good for aching muscles."

Leonhardt grunted softly, his body buzzing from her touch and the promise in her eyes. "Good for more than just muscles," he muttered.

"You!?"

She stopped in front of his private chambers, pressing her back to the door and tugging him close until he pinned her against the wall.

"Leon... w-wait..." When he acted aggressively, Zafira became more submissive and weak.

Zafira couldn't resist him, and the soft flesh of her breasts squished against him through her thin shirt, the heat between their bodies growing unbearable.

"I can feel it... so hard and thick..."

Two hands slipped into his pants, brushing and clasping his swollen flesh, pulsing in her hands. Leonhardt's lips twitched, unable to react in time to her sudden movement.

"Can't help it. You're trouble."

"Mm, I want to see how much."

Leonhardt slipped inside as she dragged him inside and slammed the heavy door behind.

A wall of steam rose from the Roman-style bath that filled half the room, hissing and bubbling with a calming mist that clung to their skin.

"Damn..." Zafira sighed, looking at him as she tore off her shirt, tossed it away, and moved closer to Leonhardt.

He couldn't help but find her sweaty skin alluring as Zafira pushed her swollen pink tips against his lips, swaying her hips to keep him occupied.

Leonhardt watched her movements, touching and trying to find his weakness, but he avoided losing focus. Otherwise, this woman would have had Leonhardt in her bed and squeezed him to death.

Zafira ran her hand down his chest, nails scraping lightly over the scars and hard muscle, her gaze lingering on his growing bulge.

Splash!

When the pair dipped into the water, the mana stones flickered while spreading countless minerals and slight vibrations, causing it to bubble—a comfortable massage for the people's skin.

"Will you really be okay?"

Zafira grabbed a sponge and started squeezing a shampoo bottle on the surface.

"How long will it take?"

He understood Zafira knew the most about this world, even the parts she never wanted to discuss. The dungeon master's meeting wasn't some cosy gathering; it was a gathering of monsters who'd slit your throat for a single floor of territory.

Leonhardt grunted at the warm sensation of the soapy sponge dragging down his back.

"Less than a week if things go well for you, but..."

"But?"

The way she said that made him confused and a little worried.

"I don't know if I can bear to let you go so long..."

Zafira's dull yellow eyes shone as the water splashed. Leonhardt closed his eyes to enjoy the moment of letting the warmth of the water cleanse him. Zafira's gentle hands sink into his tired muscles.

Her touch lingered, washing and tracing each scar, as if memorising the shape of him before he left. The slow drag of the sponge along his spine, the swirl of her thumb over an old bite mark—she took her time, and he let her.

'This is amazing.'

"Fufu, it seems you're finally relaxed.

Leonhardt watched the ripples spread across the water's surface, Zafira's whispered words echoing gently in his mind.

"I'll come back."

The warmth of the bathwater splashed as they came closer.

"Didn't you tell me yourself? I'm annoyingly resilient."

Her lips twitched into a weak smile. Anxiety lingered beneath it. "Fufu~ You better, my little lord. I've grown quite fond of spoiling you every night."

She swam closer and straddled his lap with a splash, her thighs squeezed his legs while she started flirting around. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, their steady breaths mingling intimately. The thin barrier of water and soap felt inadequate between their bodies. Neither moved.

To remain closer, for a little while.

"Leonhardt..." Her voice softened. Her eyes shut briefly as she pressed her forehead to his shoulder. 'If something happens—'

"Nothing will happen," he interrupted gently, trailing his fingers down her slender back, enjoying how her body shivered beneath his touch. "I've prepared everything carefully."

She bit her lower lip, sharp fangs denting the soft flesh lightly. "I know you're strong... But they're cruel, Leon. They've ended Dungeon Masters far stronger and older than you."

Her words pierced him, a stark reminder he still wasn't invincible. He exhaled slowly, gathering calm through the steady rhythm of Zafira's breathing.

Worry clouded her eyes. Her soft curves pressed against him, reminding Leonhardt exactly what he fought for.

A home, a future, and people who depended on him. Women who loved him with all their hearts.

His gaze was soft yet determined, flickering stronger inside him. He tilted her chin up, thumb brushing the damp softness of her lips.

"Listen, Zafira. I refuse to lose any of you. You're mine." He traced her lips slowly with his fingertip. The sensation was sweet and tempting. "So trust me, a little more."

Zafira's mouth opened several times, but she didn't speak. Instead, she nodded slowly.