Wanting to Surpass the MC with the Greatest Harem.
Chapter 48: After Math: Lillian (r18)

Chapter 48: After Math: Lillian (r18)

The battlefield lay silent now.

Ashes drifted through the air like snow, carried by the wind across the ruined northern gate. The bodies of the defeated Stolks littered the ground—grotesque monkey-like beasts with their contorted faces frozen in rage or fear.

Dominic exhaled, still catching his breath. His blade dripped dark blood, and his muscles ached from the clash with Erthan Sol. The fight had drained him—not just physically but mentally. Erthan had pushed him to the edge of his strength.

A voice broke the silence.

"You held your own out there."

Dominic turned slightly, eyes narrowing—then softening. It was Lillian, her armor cracked and her hair streaked with dirt and blood. But her expression was calm, composed, almost... proud.

His eyes loomed over her curved features. They were tempting and sex arousing. Her large boobs were extremely large. He crouched low and continued to stare at her boob.

"You made most of the kills," Dominic replied, smirking faintly. "I was just backup."

Lillian walked closer, her boots crunching over shattered stone. Her boobs bouncing freely under her fabric.

"You’re not giving yourself enough credit. That final blow—you shattered Erthan’s defense. No one else could’ve done that. Not even me."

She stopped beside him and glanced up. The northern sky was turning orange with the coming dusk.

"Do you always throw yourself into battles this hard?" she asked quietly.

Dominic’s smirk faded. "Only when it matters."

There was a moment of silence between them—an invisible bridge forming. It wasn’t just admiration. It was a strange alignment. They had fought together, bled together, and for a fleeting second, they were the only two who were in the inner walls.

His mind raced with a simple thought. ’Just touch her boobs and you will be fine.’ His hands began to become itchy.

Lillian turned to him, her face unreadable.

"You’ve earned your place among us. The Ghost Force won’t just follow you—they’ll respect you. Even fear you."

"I’m not sure I want to be feared," Dominic replied. "But I do want to be ready. Whatever Coris is planning, this was just a warning shot."

Lillian’s eyes shadowed at the mention of Coris. "She’ll strike again. And it’ll be worse."

Dominic looked down, his hands clenched. "Then we strike first."

A breeze passed between them. Lillian’s hair fluttered across her face, and Dominic, without thinking, reached out and brushed it back.

She stiffened—then slowly relaxed.

Their eyes met.

Something flickered between them. Not lust, not quite love. But tension. Raw and unspoken.

"We should rest," Dominic said. "After what we just faced..."

"I don’t sleep easy after battles," Lillian replied. "The silence makes it worse."

"Then sleep with me," Dominic offered. "Let the silence talk to both of us."

She hesitated, then nodded.

They walked along the battered training field, now half destroyed. The moon was rising. Fires crackled in the distance as the rest of the Ghosts regrouped, treating the wounded and burning the remains of the enemy.

For a while, they didn’t speak. They just walked—side by side.

Then Dominic asked quietly, "What brought you to the Ghost Force?"

Lillian let out a breath. "Loss. My family died in the early waves of the demon invasion. I was just a kid. Lady Fares took me in. I swore I’d become stronger so no one else would suffer like I did."

Dominic nodded slowly. "I know not what that feels like to lose someone and want to burn the whole world down just to feel something."

Their steps slowed as they reached the edge of the training field, where the wind blew colder and the world seemed still.

Lillian turned toward him. "You’re different, Dominic. You’re not just powerful. You’re... dangerous in a way most men aren’t. Not because you want power. But because you don’t want to fail."

He chuckled lightly. "Is that a compliment?"

She smiled—genuinely this time. "It is. Or a flatter."

Another pause. Then, Lillian stepped closer. There was no need for words anymore.

Their foreheads touched, and for a brief moment, they breathed in the same air. The bond was forged not out of lust, but battle. Not out of desperation, but shared pain.

She leaned in and whispered, "Don’t lose yourself to the power of the lust. No matter how strong it makes you."

"I won’t," Dominic replied.

Lillian stepped back, her face a mix of calm and storm. "We’ll be ready for what comes next."

He dragged her into a dim lit room. Her shoved her inside and locked the door behind them. He glanced at her perfect large boobs standing upright, secretly wishing to be played with.

He pulled her to himself and caught her with his tight kiss. The kiss sent sparks through her body as she quivered. He kissed deeper and allowed his right hand to roam over her behind. She moaned lightly but he didn’t stop.

His hands slid from the side and cupped her left boob. The heavy flushy weight felt to fluffy in his grip. It was so soft , he barely did not know that he was not breathing any longer.

He pressed it and guided her to his arm. He released her from his tight kiss. She collapsed on his arm and smiled lightly. He smiled and moved towards her.

"Just a little more. I do not intend fucking you now." He said and graced his arms over her breasts. He squeezed tightly. She moaned lightly.

Then she moved her hands up to his cock region. Heat rose within him. He felt his body quivered by her touch. He moved his hands over her breasts and squeezed her breasts. She moaned.

"Dominic could you stop. I want us to do this properly. Maybe on a good bed." Lillian muttered still hit by pleasure. Dominic smiled assuring. He got up and stared at her.

She got up from the bed and arranged her clothes properly. She cupped her breasts to hang up well. Dominic stared at her intently. His cock tightened.

"See yah." she said and left the room

> [Quest Updated: "Command the Ghost Army properly. "]

[Earn loyalty through leadership and bonds.

Progress: 2/5 Ghost Commanders Inspired.]

He smiled to himself. It was the first time the system didn’t demand violence or seduction—but connection.

Maybe strength wasn’t only found in slaying enemies.

Maybe it was also found in earning trust.

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