My interracial harem of beautiful queens

"What the hell?" Adam mumbled as he regained consciousness.

His gaze encompassed the sight of women trapped within a barrier, while in front of him, an egg the size of a grown man was flying. There was an overwhelming and powerful energy emanating from this egg, and Adam felt something familiar about it, identifying it as the reward he had received.

"A random pet egg? Why is it so enormous?" He was puzzled as he stood up, his neck cracking.

CRACK.

"Ouch... I'm exerting too much force. Did leveling up and changing classes affect me this much? Quite amusing... very amusing," he muttered and narrowed his eyes, looking at the egg that was somehow trying to communicate with him. "And what is this? I thought my first pet was a crow, so the second one would be a snake, like Casanova's, but... reality surprises us with sudden changes. Well..."

[Indeed. Life always brings us surprises,] a gentle yet authoritative female voice echoed.

"Hm?" Adam squinted when he realized the source of the sound was the egg. Cracks had already started to appear on it, but they couldn't fully open as there was not enough energy. For some reason, the man found himself standing in front of the egg and infusing it with his energy as if his mind were being controlled by someone, which was quite irritating.

"What an annoying magic. Who are you?" he asked the egg.

[Our meeting happened under rather unpleasant circumstances, and the fact that I had to summon the other half of my soul means that the Legacy Egg has been discovered. It's rather sad, I've hidden it well over my long life,] the egg replied, not giving a straightforward answer. [Throughout my long existence, I've had many names, but I prefer to be called Dereris. I suppose, for the minds of lower beings, this name will be easier to pronounce and understand in general].

"For lower beings..." Adam noted to himself, catching those words from her monologue. Each time the egg spoke, Adam felt pressure on his body, but he could resist it thanks to his sturdy physique, and also...

"Annoying egg," a sweet voice filled with amusement interrupted. It was the Queen of Nymphs, who stood behind the egg with a playful smile, placing her hand on its surface. "Judging by your aura, you must be one of those ancient creatures, right? I suppose you have dragon lineage, as there's no magic in your pressure as if it's something natural, something from nature. I guess you truly are a dragon heir, which surprises me."

[A nymph? Unusual to see such a powerful fire nymph, considering you've had a strong lust for so many years. But you don't seem to be suffering from it. How old are you, girl?]

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There was a long silence. Adam quietly sat on the edge of the bed, just like the other women. They all glanced at Sierra, whose eyes were not visible due to her bangs, which covered her view with red, energy-burning eyes. However, no one wanted to look into her eyes now, as the sudden increase in the room's temperature indicated that her reaction wasn't peaceful. The egg realized this and suddenly burst into laughter.

[Hahaha. You have self-control, which is a good thing. You're doing great, girl; not many can restrain themselves at your age. You're over eight thousand years old, I suppose? Well then, it's serious. Your body demands a new life, if you understand what I mean,] the egg continued with a cheerful and laughing tone, while cracks appeared on its surface, revealing black scales for a moment, puzzling Adam.

"Your ancestor, the Ancient Fire Queen Nymph, was also a fire nymph, a strong woman in her own right. She restrained herself so much that even after a hundred thousand years, she remained a virgin, untouched by a man. I admire her restraint, as all lower races are driven by one thing: lust. Keep it up in the same spirit."

Sierra's smile disappeared, and she raised her head, her face expressing embarrassment, while her eyes burned with anger. Adam thought it looked amusing but didn't say it out loud. He just whispered something to Amarantha, and the woman turned cautiously towards the window, where a bright purple dot was visible, getting closer and closer.

"You... you bastard! What the hell are you talking about such embarrassing things? Respect my queenly image!" Sierra exclaimed, poking the egg irritably.

"I won't. Why should I, the mighty and proud Shadow Dragon, be cautious in a conversation with a girl who hasn't even reached a hundred thousand years? Dream on, hahaha."

"What the hell? Even if you're a dragon, it doesn't mean that... huh?" Sierra began to speak but suddenly froze, as did everyone in the room.

"Dra..."

"Dr-ra..."

"-GON?!"

DRAGON!?

Adam covered his ears when the sudden scream of all the women rang out next to his ear. It felt like they were yelling at him through a loudspeaker. It was painful and annoying, but he understood the reason for their reaction and was surprised himself.

"However, it's been a long time since I've been surprised. After all, something more amusing and astonishing is flying towards us... I'm starting to get a headache," he thought, and...

BOOOOM!

There was a loud explosion that immediately diverted everyone's attention from the topic of dragons to the more shocking appearance of a woman whom no one expected. Amarantha narrowed her eyes, while Sierra prepared magical energy in case of a sudden incident. However, the demon woman paid no attention to them, and her gaze was entirely focused on Adam, her bright black eyes expressing a strange attachment and deep love.

"There you are..." she spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice, as if a person who had just run a marathon and was out of breath. That's how it felt, and combined with her heavy breathing and flushed cheeks, Adam suddenly felt a shiver throughout his body, as if he had returned to childhood when he had bitten into ice cream and then suffered from an unpleasant toothache.

Whoosh.

Before Adam, two women appeared immediately - Amarantha and Sierra, who watched Veronica with wary eyes. It was clear that they did not trust her and were on guard. However, the man himself focused his attention on the two women, or more precisely, on Iliantra. For a moment... their gazes met.

Green eyes with a charm unlike anything else. They radiated wisdom, kindness, care, and even innocence in some places. These were the eyes he had grown accustomed to in a very short period, and there was a special connection between them.

Iliantra, the Elder of Wisdom, the head elder. Without exception, any elf would consider her one of the most respected figures in the history of Elfheim, and her popularity among the people was comparable to that of Amaria, who was also revered for her rich lineage.

However, Adam didn't linger on her gaze for long; he simply couldn't, as he felt a pang of guilt. After all, he had betrayed Elfheim in a sense, and with it, her. However, he had made his decision long ago and didn't want to regret it now.

"If she blames me, I won't put up much resistance, but I still believe I did the right thing," he thought, pursing his lips. But suddenly, he was distracted by a warm sensation on his cheek: "???"

Turning his head, he saw Veronica, who...

"?!?!?!?!"

Kissed his cheek, holding his face in her hands. He froze in shock and didn't know what to say, a reaction shared by most in the room, except for the grim Amarantha and sighing Nirena. Even the egg fell silent. Well, not entirely; it did comment.

[Wow. Is that crazy bitch still alive?]

***

At Veronica's request, which was more like an order, everyone else in the room, except for Iliantra, Amarantha, Sierra, Nirena, her, and Adam, were forced to leave the bedroom. Although they didn't want to, they decided to do so to avoid problems with her.

And the situation in the room was like this. Adam sat on the balcony couch, while women surrounded him on both sides - Amarantha, Sierra, Iliantra, and Nirena. For some reason, the latter blinked at him as if sending signals, but Adam couldn't understand what she meant.

And now, Veronica was sitting on a chair in front of him, crossing her arms on her chest and looking like a mother who was about to scold her child for coming home too late. And she did just that.

"My little Mirethasil, why did you run away from home? You knew that Mom was worried, right!" She said, puffing her cheeks, like a famous anime mom.

"'Mom'?" he questioned aloud, "Queen of the Demons, first of all, I'm puzzled that you call me 'Mirethasil,' and secondly... I don't think you're my mother, even if we share some facial features."

"Eh?!"

Veronica showed genuine shock on her face, followed by a kind and loving smile as she said, "Hehe, my boy learned to joke so freely and merrily while he was away from home. I'm just glad about that. But please, Mirethasil, stop joking like that. Mom will get mad."

Adam looked at her with a tired expression that reflected his state and emotions. It seemed that this woman didn't want to listen to him and just said what she wanted. This puzzled him, as he was not her son. They had different sources of magic (source).

"No, I'm serious. And besides, my name is not Mirethasil, it's Adam. Moreover... are you sure you're not confusing me with someone else? Because I doubt that I'm your son, considering the significant difference in our magic sources," he puzzled. However, he suddenly fell silent, seeing the frozen smile on Veroniсa's face. His spine chilled as if he were in danger.

To be continued...