Ghoul King's Harem

Alex had a strange dream.

In the dream, there was a werewolf; she was much like Sarah but different. Her ferocity and anger were all that he could feel.

Her actions showed no affection; that woman wielded a two-handed scythe and took the lives of many Vesta in her anger and anguish. Her face was beautiful and alluring, but her actions caused his heart to break; despite wanting to help them, he couldn\'t move.

The cruel dream forced him to watch as she carved up all his cute lambs, Ruby... Lapis... they were torn apart as his eyes wouldn\'t even blink, his anger so great blood was oozing down his body.

Yet still, this nightmare continued...

Until only he remained.

He watched as she approached him like a reaper, her face a slight blur, only his mind telling him she looked like Sarah, which caused him to feel conflicted.

He had never met this woman, but he hated her, seething anger towards her, causing his body to surge with rage. She stepped closer and placed herself against his chest, the cold steel of the scythe\'s blade pressing against his neck, causing the flesh to indent slowly, slicing Alexander\'s neck.

There was no pain or sensation, only frustration and anger.

\'Why can\'t I move?\' He lamented, only half aware it was a dream, but his mind and heart felt everything was real.

"Why do you weep?" she asked, her voice echoing in his ears and clashing against his consciousness.

"Because you must die," he replied coldly unable to control his voice as it naturally came out seeing the bodies of his beloved women.

His sorrow because she reminded him of Sarah, causing his mind to be momentarily confused, but her cold words and fierce tone awoke him.

The moment before she spoke again, suddenly Alex\'s vision distorted, and he was back inside the basement; a clamour from the outside began to ring as his body was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, and his breathing was in disarray while he struggled to focus, only remembering the anger and deep enmity towards this strange woman, her blurry face but strange werewolf features...

At first, he thought it was Sarah, but something about her was different, like a similar existence but a different person.

"Are you okay, my lord?" Ruby asked as she brought a soft white cloth to help dry his sweating forehead, her naked body illuminated by the moonlight as she pressed her body against his, the contact of her warm and smooth skin helping him calm down and relax.

"Thank you, Ruby; what\'s the alarm?" Alex asked, his voice shaky because the dream started precisely like this.

"A large number of corpses have been spotted nearby," she informed him as she sat on his lap, wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing his cheeks, nose, and lips affectionately. "They\'re moving around like usual, and not much seems to be happening." It was like she was trying to calm his raging heartbeat and tense mood, but her words only increased his stress and sense of deja vu.

"I\'m sorry to ruin your beautiful night," Alex apologized as he rose from the bed, letting the naked ruby drop with a bounce, his hands stroking along her buttocks as he climbed over the soft body of Stella, who was sleeping deeply like a fat pig.

"Oh, don\'t worry, my lord," Ruby said with an innocent smile. "Last night was a lot of fun, and I\'m still filled with a huge amount of your sin, fufu."

He stared at her, bewildered. Her unusual flirting had almost become second nature to them now. How she could mimic her previous personality and switch from a cute pure girl to a nasty lewd priestess in such a short time astounded and aroused him.

However, Alex wouldn\'t succumb to any temptations right now, his hands grasping his black trousers and the elven outfit that Laura prepared for him; the first to die would be her and Claire because tonight he was supposed to be patrolling with her.

\'Was it a mere nightmare... or was this eerie and uncanny situation more like a prophetic dream?\'

"My lord?" Ruby questioned with a calm voice.

"I need some fresh air, let me have some time alone, be a good girl, and I\'ll spoil you later."

"Mmm... as you wish... hehe... spoil me..."

Alex spoke with a bright and affectionate tone, but his face was cold, the feeling of his body tingling with anticipation; all he wanted now was to meet with Claire and Laura to make sure they were alright.

In the dream, it was strange; the woman and her group managed to herd a large group of zombies towards the mall, then waited for the Vesta to be invested in the combat before they launched sneak attacks from the opposite buildings and ended up wiping out both patrols, Laura\'s neck was severed, Claire was skewered from behind... Yet he could only watch... and hate himself.

Alex left the room, passing through the corridors, only to find a silent mall; most of the Vestas were sleeping, and the transformation of Simon was still in the early stages and couldn\'t be counted on as combat potential.

Almost all of the Vesta were now over level 10 with a class, but against this woman\'s skill with that scythe, they were like planted cabbages waiting to be harvested.

The reason Alex kept his calm despite the panic was due to the presence of his burning rage; it was like his blood was replaced by magma as he rushed with agile and quiet steps towards the north exit, which would lead him to come out behind the place where that woman attacked and was hiding.

\'I might be stupid; it could be just a dream!\' Alex thought as his body slipped through the small opening created for the more agile ghouls on the second floor. \'But on the slightest chance it could be real... I cannot allow myself to put them at risk! My flesh will regrow, my limbs regenerate, but theirs won\'t!\'

Without wasting another second, Alex leapt out from the building, a large number of corpses covering the area, causing the werewolf woman to wait for the right moment to strike.

In the dream, when she moved, there wasn\'t even time to shout.

But now it was different; his body flew through the air; the moment her head snapped as she sensed the scent of her brother\'s murderer suddenly increased, unable even to warn her comrades as suddenly a figure smashed through the floor above them, his hand holding a gleaming eastern sword.

His eyes glowed dark red, as breath he exhaled with thick and like mist, panting and grunting with a ferocious face as those evil eyes locked onto the four males and the black-haired woman with a scythe.

"Oh?" Alex uttered before his hand suddenly moved, swiping his sword faster than some of the men could blink; the black light from the blades flashed, tearing them into pieces before they could even scream, blood and sinew bursting from their destroyed bodies with a thick cloud of blood raining down on the two remaining people inside this large but empty bakery.

"Bitch, what is a female dog doing in my territory?" His voice sounded like a demonic creature, deep and distorted, as his anger was almost visible like an aura.

The woman stood in silence, still overwhelmed by the thick scent of the men around her being killed; their hearts were sliced into pieces, the blade marks cutting them so aggressively it was like he aimed to do this.

Alex called her a bitch, in the sense of a female dog, his body over a head taller than her as he stepped forward, the moonlight almost glowing red to support his deep anger.

"How... How did you find me!?" The woman snarled, her body becoming more muscular as she seemed to bulk up, her neck now wrapped in a beautiful black fur, the same for her wrist, tummy and ankles as she held onto the scythe with her sharp-clawed fingers.

"I can feel your presence," Alex said coldly. "Your cursed blood is disgusting... I can smell it when a filthy dog has entered my yard! A mere cheap copy of Sarah."

The female let out a shrill howl at the mention of Sarah\'s name, her body shaking and eyes glowing bright yellow as if the death of her brother was even less infuriating as to being compared to that woman.

"That slut... Ah~ that slut who claimed my brother to be unworthy, that a filthy human was superior! Don\'t make me laugh... Don\'t make me laugh!!"

Her body rushed forward as if filled with grief and anger from remembering; Alex just pulled back his sword, a calm and terrifying focus as his blade sliced through the air, a lighter slash aiming only to wound this frenzied bitch.

He would make her suffer. Make her break; those scenes might not have happened in reality, but for Alex now...

They did!

"That bastard... That worthless slut!" She growled and spat blood on the floor as he cut through her body; her clothes ripped off, and she became naked, revealing the sadistic smile of this beast that stood before him.

"That should have been me! No one can take him from me! I\'ll kill you all, and then I will kill her who made him the laughing stock and shame of our clan!!"

Her bloody howl echoed across the night sky, filling the world with sorrow and malice, yet Alex showed no fear or hesitation; as he moved forward, he wasn\'t sure why. Alex had no desire to kill this woman. He wanted to break her, crush her resistance, and then release this pent-up hatred inside his body upon her flesh.