Dragon King's Harem Chapter 551. Fake Moans
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 551. Fake Moans
Argod’s PoV
At the same time, near Al’s room.
The hallway outside was quiet in the way only heavily guarded places could be, too quiet, like even the air knew better than to move without permission. Boots shifted occasionally, metal brushed against stone, low murmurs came and went, but nothing ever rose above a careful threshold. It was controlled. Watched. Measured. Which was exactly why we didn’t move.
Inside the room, though?
Yeah… we were doing the opposite.
“Ah, Your Majesty~”
I almost opened my eyes right there.
Almost.
Evelina’s voice, soft, breathy, just a little too convincing, curled through the air like smoke. The kind that didn’t just sit in the room, but slid under doors and into ears that weren’t invited.
Then came the faint clink of porcelain.
She drank her tea.
I exhaled slowly through my nose.
Stay focused.
“You are rough tonight,” Marissa added, her tone carrying just enough complaint to sell it, just enough teasing to make it worse.
There was a dull thud as she patted the bed.
Hard.
Flat.
Unforgiving.
Even without looking, I knew the exact face she was making. The ‘this is what we’re sleeping on?’ face. The one with the slight frown, the narrowed eyes, the silent judgment aimed at the entire Dwarven kingdom’s interior design choices.
Honestly? Fair.
“Sela can’t take it anymore,” Sela moaned, her voice lower, sharper. I could hear the faint rustle of fabric as her hands moved, checking, adjusting, rechecking.
Preparation.
Always preparation.
Even now, she was probably going over every item we brought, every rune she set, every little trap or failsafe she’d hidden in plain sight. Her way of coping. Her way of staying in control.
Meanwhile, we were faking a sex scene for the benefit of guards who absolutely did not want to hear it.
I stayed where I was.
Sitting.
Fully dressed.
Back straight, legs relaxed, hands resting loosely on my thighs.
Eyes closed.
Breathing steady.
[True Sight Actived]
The world shifted.
Not outwardly.
Internally.
Like something behind my eyes peeled back, revealing a second layer beneath reality. Colors dulled. Edges sharpened. Movement became… clearer.
And then… Connection.
A faint thread pulled taut somewhere far from this room.
I followed it.
And saw.
Through different eyes.
Small.
Low to the ground at first, then lifting, gliding, silent.
My little spy.
A tiny black dragon, no bigger than a child’s fist, its body barely more than a silhouette when it chose to be. Wings thin, almost translucent in the dark. Eyes dim, like dying embers.
Cute.
In a “this thing would absolutely bite your finger off if I told it to” kind of way.
Sadly, that was the problem.
It wouldn’t.
This one?
Observation only.
No attacks.
No interference.
Just eyes.
Which meant it couldn’t carry Al’s task.
The little dragon clung to the ceiling now, its body flattening into the shadows as a pair of Dwarven guards passed beneath it. Heavy steps. Thick armor. Earth mana dense enough that even through the link, I could feel it pressing against the air.
Different.
Heavy.
Stable.
Dwarven mana didn’t flow.
It sat.
Like stone.
Which made moving through it… annoying.
But shadows?
Shadows didn’t care.
The dragon slipped along the edge of a pillar, its form blurring for a second, almost dissolving, before reforming further along the wall.
Close.
Too close.
One of the guards paused.
I felt it.
That slight shift in attention.
The instinct.
He turned his head.
Looked directly at the spot where my little spy had just been.
My body in the room didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
Didn’t even twitch.
My focus sharpened.
Come on.
Don’t be dumb.
Don’t look up.
The guard frowned.
Then snorted.
“Rats,” he muttered under his breath.
And kept walking.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
The kind that doesn’t move your chest, but still somehow relieves pressure.
Okay.
Still good.
Behind my closed eyelids, the world kept shifting.
The dragon moved again, this time faster, darting up along a carved beam and into a higher corridor. The architecture changed slightly. Less functional, more… decorated.
Royal section.
Probably.
Torches burned lower here. The light softer. Shadows deeper.
Better for me.
Worse for anyone trying to hide from me.
The dragon perched briefly on a wall ornament, some kind of hammer crest, and I adjusted my view, letting the connection stabilize.
Voices.
Faint.
Distant.
Coming from further ahead.
I leaned into it.
Not physically.
Just… focus.
Sound sharpened.
“…the wedding will be ready-”
“…tonight, no delays-”
“…the king must not-”
My brows twitched.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The dragon crept closer, hugging the ceiling, its tiny claws making no sound against the stone.
Two figures.
Nymph tribes.
Not guards.
Their armor was lighter. Cloaks draped over their shoulders. One held a scroll, the other a small metal container, sealed, faintly glowing with mana.
Poison?
Maybe.
Probably.
My chest tightened slightly.
Not fear.
Anticipation.
So this was it.
Or at least… part of it.
Back in the room, Evelina let out another soft sound, long, drawn out, deliberately exaggerated.
“Mm… slower…”
I almost choked.
‘Seriously?’
Marissa followed up immediately, because of course she did.
“You’re the one asking for more earlier,” she said, tone laced with mock accusation.
Sela didn’t say anything this time.
But I could hear movement.
Fast.
Precise.
She was still working.
Still preparing.
Because if this went sideways, we’d need it.
My focus snapped back to the corridor.
The nymphs were arguing now, quietly, but with enough tension that even through my little spy, I could feel it.
“…too risky—”
“…orders came from above—”
“…if this fails—”
One of them slammed the container lightly against his palm.
A nervous habit.
Or a threat.
Hard to tell.
I shifted my mental angle, trying to catch a better look.
The seal.
The glow.
The pattern of mana around it.
Something else mixed in.
Oh wait…
A pause.
A very, very quiet pause.
…Al had succeeded to complete his task.