From a practical perspective, the Demon King's harem-building wasn't purely about lust.
While both demons and dragons possessed immense magical power, they shared a critical weakness: abysmally low fertility rates. Maintaining a massive harem was essentially a survival strategy—a numbers game to propagate the Demon King's bloodline across diverse races and physiques.
Yet history showed most Demon Kings' offspring failed to inherit their power. The bloodline would inexplicably manifest in a random newborn, making it the world's greatest unsolved mystery—a primal force whose purpose even Luo Qi couldn't fathom.
The legendary hero Mavis Zhao's sealing ritual had once suppressed this enigmatic bloodline, ushering in the current era of peace.
But Luo Qi's very existence proved that seal had crumbled.
"Then stop putting on that icy act in public," Luo Qi grumbled, snapping back to reality.
"Can't help it!" Luo Lin shrugged, her expression theatrically woeful. "No one besides my adorable little brother interests me—male or female."
"So this is my fault now…?" Luo Qi sighed. Ignoring Luo Lin's attempted glomp, he patted Ji En's head and teleported to the nearest monster-infested forest. Within seconds, he snatched a Spirit Lizard, cast a thunderous lightning spell to distract his classmates, swapped the real dragon with his puppet illusion, and reappeared in his seat—all in the blink of an eye.
When the class recovered from the sudden thunderclap, they stared at the cage in confusion.
"Uh…"
"Am I hallucinating…?"
The "Spirit Dragon" now looked decidedly uglier. Though Spirit Lizards bore some resemblance to juvenile Spirit Dragons, the latter were far more elegant, with intricate patterns adorning their scales. This lizard, even handpicked for its relatively attractive looks, paled in comparison. Luo Qi couldn't fathom how the teachers had mistaken a dragon for a low-tier lizard—was centuries of extinction really enough to erase collective memory?
Still, the temporary fix eased his mind—though the dragon now in his care threatened to upend his "ordinary" life. After school, Luo Qi raced to buy groceries, overspending on meat (Would the dragon prefer it fried? Grilled? Who knew?) before hurrying home.
Yet when Luo Qi returned home, he was flabbergasted to find Luo Lin and Ji'en already bonded like sisters—lazily sprawled on the couch, devouring potato chips while sobbing over a melodramatic soap opera from the neighboring nation. Their eyes remained glued to the screen, hands occasionally clutching each other during particularly heart-wrenching scenes.
Luo Qi stared, baffled. How in the nine hells are they communicating? His sister didn't speak a word of Draconic, and Ji'en's grasp of the common tongue had been nonexistent hours earlier.
"Demon King-sama!" Ji En launched herself off the couch, performing an elaborate kneel-and-bow.
"Is this how dragons greet their king?!" Luo Qi facepalmed. The mighty dragon now resembled an overeager puppy. Worse, Ji En wore his oversized T-shirt and a pair of Luo Lin's childhood panties—now perilously loose. Her kneeling posture risked a full posterior exposure. Thank the gods she's a loli, he thought. Had she been older, the sight might've triggered… complications.
"You need to start wearing proper clothes from now on... Don't your dragonkin clans even bother with clothing where you're from?" Luo Qi grumbled helplessly, hoisting the little dragon-girl upright. He fussed over her oversized shirt like a parent straightening a toddler's pajamas—the garment hung like a makeshift dress on her tiny frame, its collar perpetually sliding off one shoulder.
"Evening, little bro~ Oh right, right! Can we keep her? Pleeease? She's adorable! And she can turn human-shaped!" Before Luo Qi could react, Luo Lin materialized beside him, already bear-hugging Ji'en like an overenthusiastic kid clutching a new plushie. Their camaraderie seemed suspiciously well-established—he'd only been gone a few hours!
"Plus she's low maintenance! Demonkin and dragon diets are basically identical! We'll just feed her whatever we're having! I'll cover her food bills! Whaddya say?" Luo Lin rapid-fired, eyes sparkling with the manic glee of someone who'd already named their future dragon-themed Instagram account.
Luo Qi's eyebrow twitched. "Did you two rehearse this act beforehand?" He narrowed his eyes at Ji'en, who suddenly found the ceiling fascinating.
"I-I'm sorry, Demon King-sama!" The little dragon girl crumpled under Luo Qi's glare, her Draconic resolve evaporating. Shockingly, she blurted this apology in flawless common tongue.
"Wait, what?! We agreed you'd play clueless!" Luo Lin squawked from behind Ji'en, her masterplan imploding as she realized she'd been backstabbed by a baby dragon's sudden linguistic competence.
"You speak the common language?" Luo Qi leveled an ice-cold glare.
"Q-Queen Consort-sama taught me! Just now!" Ji'en squeaked, folding faster than origami under pressure.
"Queen Consort?!" Luo Qi's eye twitched involuntarily. Had his sister truly sunk this low—brainwashing random lolis into her delusional royal fanfics?
This wasn't eccentricity. This was pathological. He'd need to stage an intervention before she started recruiting neighborhood cats as "imperial knights."
"Ahem! Queen Consort is just…uh…my codename! Y'know, like spies use!" Luo Lin rambled, sweat beading as she flailed for excuses. "Ji'en's codename is Chief Maid! It's all roleplay! Wholesome, PG-rated roleplay!"
Your dragonkin learning curve is downright terrifying," Luo Qi muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. Centuries of draconic evolution clearly prioritized rapid meme absorption over basic common sense.
"My verdict? Absolutely not." He shut down Luo Lin's proposition with the finality of a judge sentencing a clown to life without parole. One chaotic succubus stepsister already turned his existence into a perpetual dumpster fire. Adding a cluelessly adorable dragon loli to the mix wouldn't just cross into sitcom territory—it'd catapult his "ordinary life" straight into a isekai harem comedy hellscape.