My interracial harem of beautiful queens



"You're smiling even though you've lost. Your posture is proud even though you're on your knees," Adam smiled, looking into her eyes. "Why?"

Adam cracked his neck and approached the woman, squatting down and locking eyes with her. He smiled at her, staring deep into her soul, trying to understand her intentions. The she-wolf didn't seem to hide her emotions and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Why?" she asked again, then scrutinized the man from head to toe before smirking. "Well, judging by your appearance, you're not a warrior, so it might be hard for you to understand."

"Oh? Quite amusing," the man shook his head and playfully poked her nose, causing the she-wolf to grimace and curse him in front of her, unable to resist due to her weakened state. Seizing the moment, Adam cracked his knuckles and voiced his opinion, "Are you one of those folks they call 'battle maniacs' in society? I hope not, because it looks ridiculous from the outside."

"What?!" Juliet glared at him, furrowing her brow and releasing her aura, which had weakened by ninety percent but still had enough strength to affect him. It exerted twice the pressure of normal, but it didn't have a significant effect on him.

"Don't get angry. I'm just excited to meet someone with such talents. I'd love to learn fencing from you."

***

To continue their productive conversation, they had to change locations. Amarantha dispelled her ultimate spell and with a smile, leaned against Adam, embracing him tightly, pressing her chest with all her strength. Juliet, who followed them, frowned at the sweet atmosphere, muttering something under her breath. She had a gloomy demeanor.

Entering the mansion, Adam immediately signaled his women to activate the barriers isolating the mansion from the outside world. This was done in case negotiations failed, to seal all exits and reduce the chances of chaos and destruction. Although Adam showed no emotions outwardly, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Though, it's not like she didn't understand that," Adam thought, shrugging his shoulders.

He hadn't expected Juliet not to understand the situation and quietly follow them. While he couldn't comprehend the full power of those who far exceeded the 'A' rank, Adam still understood that their strength went far beyond the ordinary. For him, the battle between Amarantha and Juliet was brief, and he could barely comprehend it because it involved mysterious abilities he wasn't familiar with. His eyes couldn't follow the battle's course properly.

"But... it was beautiful," he concluded, pushing the guest room's door.

"Oh," behind him came Juliet's admiring sigh, who, with raised eyebrows and a glint in her eyes, examined the room. It was luxurious, very luxurious. It felt like Adam was a local guy called "Beast," but with an AliExpress version.

The reason for Juliet's admiration was clear: the room was furnished with expensive furniture, a marble floor, and a luxurious chandelier with candles, equipped with protection measures to prevent it from falling on the floor and causing a fire. There was also a private balcony with a table and a telescope for stargazing, which Adam proudly stole from his native world, thanks to the pocket "Wikipedia" that made everything possible, for which he was grateful.

"Take a seat wherever you like," said Adam, addressing the she-wolf. He pointed to the wine cabinet, "Would you like some wine? I vouch for the taste and bought it from the best producers. I can even give you a discount as a welcome gift."

"Isn't a gift supposed to be free?" Juliet asked rhetorically, plopping down on a comfortable couch. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she voiced her opinion, "Soft! Comfortable! In my tribe, the most comfortable chairs were considered stones with animal hides."

Adam raised an eyebrow, fetching white wine from the cabinet, and then fetched three wine glasses—one for Amarantha, one for himself, and one for Juliet.

"If you want, I can give you these chairs. With a discount, of course," he said with a business-like smile. "50 Dragon Stones for one chair. Very cheap, don't you think?"

"Oh, you're a lousy haggler," Juliet retorted. "That's why I hate dealing with people like you. They try to suck all your money... and by the way, gifts are supposed to be given for free."

"How naive. You haven't seen the ruthless world of trade yet," Adam chuckled.

Leaning back in his chair, Adam sighed, feeling his tense nerves relax as the tense atmosphere in the room began to dissipate. He closed his eyes, savoring the quiet sips, and the aromatic scent of the wine he had memorized by heart. At times, the clinking of glasses could be heard, as well as Juliet's muttering as she talked to herself.

Five minutes later, Adam sighed again and returned to the main topic. Sitting upright, he immediately changed his mood to a serious one, looking directly into Juliet's golden eyes.

"The leader of the Wolf tribe. What business do you have with us?"

"It seems you're finally ready to get to the main topic," the woman said, cracking her fingers. "I think you already know the reason, but I want one thing - to lift the contract you deceitfully made with my subordinate."

The contract. Of course, she was referring to the deceptive contract Adam used to punish the arrogant beastmen. He had hoped to gain as much advantage as possible from this situation, so he only narrowed his eyes in response, crossing his arms over his chest. His body language signaled a loss of interest, and the she-wolf noticed it, frowning and looking at him.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to do it for free. I'll provide compensation and follow the terms of the contract - handing over the guilty parties for the attacks, but not their families," Juliet narrowed her eyes, showing her determination. "Even if they are guilty of killings, their families are not."

"What?!"

Adam smiled, tapping his index finger on the coffee table as a sign of his disinterest in her words. He looked into her eyes and cracked his neck, feeling irritation growing within him.

"Lady Juliet, in this world, murder is a common affair. Even a fool can understand that, but... I'll never forgive those who killed my subordinates," Adam began with a polite smile, but his expression turned cold in the end. "And that will never change. Killers must suffer for what they put me through. There's no room for negotiation."

"Absurd! I'll never agree to that!" she exclaimed, expressing her disagreement. She drew her sword and stood up, showing her resistance. "I won't accept it! Only over my dead body!"

***

Adam looked wearily at Juliet, who repeatedly tried to attack them. It seemed like this woman had accumulated recklessness and audacity over the centuries for these moments. Although Amarantha found it amusing and displayed a smile, she couldn't help but hold back her comments about how he had spent a pleasant night, choosing instead to remain silent. Either way, Juliet tried to settle the matter with her sword, challenging him to a duel, seemingly ignoring Amarantha. He didn't particularly want to fight her, knowing he would lose due to the difference in strength. He looked tired as he tried to think of something.

"Lady Juliet, you say you disagree with many points and want to change them, correct?" Adam asked, causing Juliet to stop her reckless attempts to attack.

"Exactly! I've been saying this for two hours, but you won't agree, human!" she replied, snorting with irritation and poking the tip of her sword into the marble floor. "Be a man about it! Fight me, and we'll determine who's right and who's not."

"Indeed... and yes, the floor repair will cost 10 Silver Dragon Stones," Adam sighed and stood up.

Thanks to his height, he looked down on Juliet as if observing her every move with his sparkling eyes, much like a curious cat waiting for its owner to play. He habitually cracked his neck and then raised his index, middle, and ring fingers.

"Three options. Here's how we can settle this," Adam said, lowering his index finger. "Option one: you agree to all the terms, or you die."

"Haha, not happening!"

"Option two," he lowered his middle finger, smiling at her, "You offer me compensation that covers all my funeral expenses, the upbringing of the guards you killed, and compensation for the families of the deceased. Additionally, you'll give me 500 Platinum DS for the emotional distress I've endured, crying myself to sleep over the dead."

Juliet and Amarantha raised their eyebrows, clearly displaying their disbelief. Amarantha, in particular, bit her lip, trying not to mention how he had a jolly time that night but decided to stay silent. Nevertheless, as a true thick-skinned trader, he paid no attention to this and lowered his ring finger.

"Option three," he paused and grinned, narrowing his eyes. From this, Juliet inexplicably had a strange premonition. "You become my wife. That way, I can forgive your tribe's sins."

***

It was evening. Orange hues painted the sky, creating a beautiful spectacle. The state of emergency had been lifted, and the city's residents could finally breathe a sigh of relief, returning to their homes or workplaces. Meanwhile, Adam gazed ahead from his balcony and smiled when he spotted a female figure riding away on a horse in the distance.

"Are you sure it was wise to let her go?" Amarantha asked, standing behind him. She was in a red negligee, revealing her ample bosom, not hidden by bras.

Adam turned to her and smiled, waving his hand. "Why not? The contract will become active tomorrow morning anyway. She'll have to decide by then. And besides..."

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards Varasima, his gaze growing darker as he furrowed his brow.

"Varasima... has fallen. All the citizens were killed."

***

Loud footsteps echoed across the square of Varasima. The demon army, as if acting as one, advanced towards their target - Avalonia. On their way, they had killed many people, and even renowned heroes were reduced to mere minnows, forced to retreat immediately.

A horn sounded. Leading the demons, a familiar figure emerged, a man we knew as Azaroth, clad in heavy armor. He sat atop a demonic steed, his cloak billowing in the wind. The banner of the Chaos Empire soared above the estate of King Varasima, and on the main square, the bodies of the king and his closest advisors were impaled on stakes.

This was chaos.

To be continued...