The dragon's harem

His eyes spanned up from her legs to her large butt, long silky black hair to her burning purple eyes on her pale face that sat atom her two massive breasts. All while Ginger gave him a deathly stare from the side.

Ginger smacked him on the back and whispered with a growl, ”What are you looking at?” ”Her.” Alcott casually pointed out, ”I feel like I saw her somewhere before.” Vasilissa looked at them and waved her hand. Since the last time they met her, she had erased her own identity by throwing herself into her own void. Even if this new body of hers looked similar to the old one, it only felt familiar, like they were sisters or something.

”Iʼll suck you dry!” Ginger growled at him, her vampire fangs tingling.

”Wait...doesnʼt she look familiar? I swear I saw her somewhere before.” Alcott seemed keen on finding what is this strange sense of familiarity he was getting is coming from. Vasilissa approached them and gently bowed, making sure to flash a bit of cleavage in front of Alcott to get him in more trouble. ”Isnʼt it Lord Aradʼs father, itʼs my honor to meet you.” Arad was this landʼs baron and most of the people living here had heard a rumor that Alcott was his father.

Ginger smacked Alcott she saw him looking at the large gap between Vasilissaʼs breasts, ”Where are you looking?” Ginger smacked him on the head and looked at Vasilissa, ”Sorry, heʼs always hard to keep...under control.”

”He is the lordʼs father after all.” Vasilissa shook her head, ”Itʼs also a part my fault.” She looked down at her tight dress and back at the one that was hung to dry. ”Iʼve only got two and my decent one is that drying over there.”

”Canʼt you buy another one?” Alcott said and Ginger immediately smacked him again. With just one look at Vasilissaʼs simple house, the fact she can almost see nothing inside from the window, and that she didnʼt look exactly clean meant that she was far too poor to afford

clothes.

Even the clothes she got seem to have been worn for at least a decade, Vasilissa canʼt be that old so she mustʼve bought them second-hand, or from the rag sellers. Beggars canʼt be choosers which explained why she had a dress with such a large cleavage gap.

”Donʼt mind him. He speaks before thinking, the ox head.” Ginger approached Vasilissa, ”Sorry for disturbing you.”

”No, not at all. Itʼs a blessing to have the chance to see the lordʼs father.” She looked back at that small house of hers, ”Iʼd like to offer you a drink...”

^Probably got nothing to offer...no, nothing that she thought would please the FATHER of the lord.^ Ginger scratched her head.

”Iʼve been busy studying magic in the last few days and his mother is too old to take care of the house and bath...are you up for some work?” Ginger looked at her with a smile.

”Wait...” Vasilissa gasped, ”Work? Me?”

”Simple cleaning and cooking. Iʼll look for two people to man the bath so youʼll only need to get their report in the evening and give it to his mother to register in the ledger.” ”Werenʼt you worried about her...” Alcott tried to complain but he only got an elbow in his guts, dropping him to his knees in pain. ”You donʼt have to worry about that.”

”So what do you say?” Ginger then looked at Vasilissa with a smile.

”Iʼll...do my best!” Vasilissa looked awfully enthusiastic about it.

”But...” Ginger approached her, whispering in her ear, ”If I found you with him, Iʼll rip your

breasts off and feed them to you.”

”So itʼs fine as long as you donʼt find out?” Vasilissa tilted her head and Ginger burst laughing, ”I like you...want to come with us now, or do you have some stuff to pack up?”

”I donʼt have many things to pack out, Iʼll get ready in a few minutes.” Vasilissa rushed into the house to get her stuff.

”It doesnʼt matter if they are heavy or not...we have a mule horse here.” Ginger shouted a her.

Alcott approached Ginger, ”What are you planning?”

”Youʼre interested in her, your guts rarely miss so we better keep her close until you figure things out.” She looked at him.