The air in the Crimson Temple pulsed with magic.
After Seraphina's breaking, a subtle shift stirred among the rest of the harem. Where there had once been silent reverence, now bloomed jealous obsession. Every woman, no matter her power or status, felt it — an invisible thread tugging at their hearts, minds, and bodies.
Lucien's new ability wasn't physical. It was emotional sovereignty.
The Emotional Leash System
Deep within his system interface, Lucien examined his latest gift from the ancient dominion spell:
[Emotional Leash: Activated]🔸 Tug: Induce obsessive devotion🔸 Tension: Heighten rivalry🔸 Collapse: Shatter independence into submission🔸 Bliss: Flood a subject's brain with dopamine and arousal🔸 Freeze: Suspend mental resistance entirely
It was no longer about domination through force. It was about rewriting them from the inside out.
The Harem Trial Arena
Lucien summoned five of his most powerful conquests for a test:
Kaela – The Enforcer, dagger mistress, alpha rival.
Amara – Towering sorceress MILF, swelling with arcane pride.
Saria – A muscle-bound knightess who had never lost a fight.
Nina – A lithe, sly teenage assassin with venom on her lips.
Lumi – A silver-haired teenage oracle who once foresaw the end of the world — and failed to stop him.
They stood at the edge of the obsidian ring.
Lucien didn't speak.
He thought.
A wave of Tug hit them like a psychic pulse — suddenly they were breathless, eyes dilated, hearts racing, as if his gaze alone could strip them bare.
Then came Tension — their gazes turned from him to each other. Teeth bared. Claws out. Jealousy exploded like magic.
"Only one of you," Lucien finally said aloud, "will sleep near me tonight."
The Contest of Submission
Saria charged first — raw muscle colliding with Kaela's blade. Steel met steel, magic hissed through the air, and the arena filled with the sound of combat and moans twisted by emotional overload.
Lucien applied Bliss to Amara mid-spell. Her eyes rolled back, and her fireball fizzled — reduced to a puddle of trembling desire before she could even react.
Nina vanished in shadow and reappeared with a blade at Lumi's throat — only for Lumi to whisper a prophecy that made her legs go weak.
By the end, all five were on their knees. Bodies shaking. Minds trembling.
Lucien walked between them — and with a thought, triggered each of their leashes in different directions:
Kaela gasped and collapsed, her pride shattered.
Amara whimpered like a begging priestess.
Saria growled but couldn't rise.
Nina drooled through clenched teeth.
Lumi… smiled. "I saw this," she whispered. "And I let it happen."
The Mark of Loyalty
Lucien summoned a new item — a sigil-branding gauntlet, forged from fallen divine steel. He placed it against Kaela's lower back.
A glowing crest bloomed across her skin, wrapping up her spine in crimson runes.
"You are my will," he said. "You are my fury," he told Saria. "You are my voice," to Lumi. "You are my silence," to Nina. "And you," he whispered to Amara, "are my warmth."
Each mark pulsed. Each woman collapsed.
And just like that, the leash became a collar.