Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 383: Finally, that jealousy is over.

Strax woke up with a start, a crushing weight on his head and a stabbing pain spreading through his body. His surroundings were blurred, as if he were still in a trance. He blinked several times, trying to clear his blurred vision and understand where he was.

The first thing he noticed was the soft sound of quiet breathing. He took a deep breath and concentrated, forcing his mind to clear. The pain in his head worsened with every movement, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stay calm. Something was wrong. He tried to remember the last few moments, but everything seemed blurred, like a dense fog that wouldn't go away.

When his eyes finally focused, he realized that he was lying on a bed, covered only by a crumpled sheet. His body was immobilized with pain, a strange tingling sensation and heaviness in his legs, especially below the waist. He tried to move his legs, but all he felt was a paralyzing numbness.

He turned slowly to the side, feeling a tug on his body. On one side lay Samira, still deeply asleep, with her hair spread out over the pillow. She looked peaceful, completely relaxed, but the way she was lying on top of him - almost as if she was wrapped in a hug he didn't remember giving her - made him feel a wave of discomfort.

On the other side was Rogue. The Demi-human was partially curled up next to him, her body moving slightly with her breathing. Her face was softly illuminated by the light coming in through the window, but her eyes were closed, giving Strax the impression that she was in a deep, mysterious sleep, as usual. Her hands were casually on the sheet, and one arm was stretched out towards him, as if she had unconsciously drifted a little further away in her sleep.

Strax felt trapped, completely lost in a situation he couldn't understand. The pain in his head was brutal, but the numbness that gripped his hips left him tense, almost unable to move easily. He tried to remember what had happened, but his mind was a jumble of fuzzy images.

"How...?" he muttered, his voice hoarse, trying to put the pieces together.

He looked at the two women around him, and a comfortable, uncomfortable warmth rose to his throat. What the hell was going on? What had he done to end up like this? How had they ended up in this bed? And, most importantly, why did he feel so... well, so confused?

For a moment, he thought about moving away, but the mere act of trying to move his hip made the pain worse. The numbness was bothering him, making him feel as if his legs had been completely anesthetized.

Samira began to move slightly beside him, her face still relaxed, as if nothing strange had happened. She turned her head towards him, her eyes still half-closed, and her lips formed a vague smile, as if she were still in a state between sleep and consciousness.

'I know we had a lot of sex... but how did we end up in a bedroom?...' He murmured, his last memories being... well, him burying his cock inside Rogue like crazy.

"Strax... are you waking up?" Samira's voice was soft, hoarse, still heavy with sleep. "Are you all right?"

He didn't answer immediately, just kept looking at her, trying to understand what was going on. Then Samira's eyes opened wide, and she finally seemed to realize the confusion that hung in the air. She frowned, touching her head with her hand, and then let out a sigh.

"You're dizzy, aren't you?" she asked with a slight smile, but there was something else in her tone, something that suggested she was also trying to understand what had happened. "Do you remember how we got here? Well, probably not... it was crazy."

Strax was silent for a moment, his gaze distant. He forced himself to think, but his mind was filled with a whirlwind of vague memories - the kisses, the tension, the heat between them... But how he had ended up there, with the two women lying in his bed, completely without explanation, still baffled him deeply.

"I... I don't know," he finally answered, his voice cracking a little. "I... I don't really remember."

Rogue then moved, slowly turning towards him, her expression beginning to lighten. When their eyes met, Strax felt a spark of something... something strange. She seemed relaxed, but also observant, as if she was waiting for something from him.

"I... I think you've had a bit of a breakdown, Strax," Rogue spoke calmly, her voice laden with that quality of mystery that always accompanied her. "It seems the night was more intense than you imagined."

Strax tried to move again, but the weight on his hips made him stop, giving him a forced smile of pain.

"Yes... it does," he replied, still not fully understanding what had happened.

Rogue's two observant eyes seemed to study his every move, and she let out a low chuckle, as if she knew something he still didn't fully understand.

"Well, you've done something... with a lot of intensity, Strax," she said, with an intriguing tone, as if she were amused by his confusion. "But... don't worry, you're not alone in this."

"Yes, you..." Samira started to speak, but stopped, her expression becoming more serious. She looked at Strax with a mixture of something hard to decipher, perhaps confusion or even regret

"I... shouldn't have let things get to this point," Samira murmured, with a strange, almost vulnerable softness that Strax never imagined hearing from her. Her voice was charged with something he couldn't identify. "But, believe me, it wasn't your fault. I should have finished her off at the right time, but the fucking ability you have set it all off."

Strax, with his head still spinning and a stabbing pain in his body, blinked in confusion. He didn't know if he was more surprised by her frankness or by the mention of something he barely understood. "Ability...?" he muttered, his voice still choked.

Before he could process any further, Rogue turned, his piercing eyes fixed on Samira. She stood up a little, stretching her body lazily, like a cat about to pounce. Her smile wasn't friendly, but full of defiance and provocation.

"What did you say?" Rogue asked, his voice low and venomous, each word laden with a challenging tone.

Samira didn't flinch. She looked directly at Rogue, her expression hardening with anger and frustration. "You heard me, you bitch," Samira shouted, the anger growing in her voice. "Throwing yourself at my husband, like he's your possession!"

Rogue let out a low, teasing laugh, her smile still playing at the edges of her lips. She leaned forward, almost challenging Samira with her presence. "You looked pretty horny while he was hammering my insides yesterday," Rogue retorted, with a calculated tease, her words laden with something darker and full of desire.

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The air between the two women became tense, the fire of competition between them increasing with every word. Strax, still dazed and completely lost in the situation, felt the weight of the tension grow. He wondered what exactly had happened, and how this had become a battlefield where sharp words and provocations intertwined like knives.

"So..." Rogue said, his gaze now fixed and penetrating, as if he was waiting for Samira to respond, the provocation in his eyes as intense as the unspoken desire. "Do you want to continue this game, or would you prefer a bit more action?"

Samira opened her mouth, ready to retort, but before she could say anything, Strax interrupted with a harsh, implacable tone.

"Shut the fuck up," he said, his voice firm and laden with frustration, but also with a fierce provocation. "Yesterday, you looked pretty happy while you were kissing and sucking each other off, didn't you? Let's not pretend it didn't happen. Or is it now easier to play the jealousy and accusation game?"

Those words cut through the air, and the two women froze for a moment. Samira was visibly tense, her hands clenching the sheet she was lying on, but Strax didn't stop there.

"You two... yesterday it seemed like you were so involved that you didn't even care about the rest of the world. And let me remind you, Samira," he continued, turning his body towards her with an intensity that made the whole room fill with tension. "I saw everything. I saw you moaning when Rogue teased me in every possible way. And I can assure you, she wasn't far behind, was she, Rogue?"

He flashed a mocking smile at the woman on his left, who now seemed to be enjoying the situation, as if she already knew what was coming.

"You loved it, Samira," Strax said in a lower but still provocative voice, as if he was enjoying every word. "With every touch, you became more insane. With every movement, you became more desperate for more. Do you want me to describe in detail how much you wanted it to be you in her place?"

Samira tried to move, but he held up his hand, preventing her from speaking. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I've seen everything. From the moment you started with those unbearable kisses to the moment Rogue showed me every inch of her body while you were so busy writhing in anger and... desire. desire."

He glanced at Rogue, who still looked like a calm spectator, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "And you, Rogue," Strax continued, turning to her, "seemed to be having so much fun, you hardly cared who was watching. Everything I did with you... it felt like you wanted more. As if it wasn't enough just to have me. You wanted more... what, exactly?"

The tension between them increased with every word Strax said, and the discomfort between the two women was palpable. But he was beyond any remorse, completely absorbed in the way they reacted to his every provocation. He had seen it all, and now he felt in control of the situation, watching as they tried to deal with the truth exposed so bluntly and ruthlessly.

"So, let's get on with it," Strax murmured with a mischievous grin, "Don't you remember? Of one of you savoring the taste of the other's cummy pussy while I gorged myself on your asses? Or when you exchanged kisses with cum still hot in your mouths? Rogue sleeping with my cock in her mouth as if it were a lollipop, one sucking the other's nipple, licking the back hole... Come on, stop this shit soon."

Strax's words hung in the air like a sharp blade, cutting through any attempt at resistance or denial. Samira and Rogue suddenly found themselves so ashamed that they both ducked their heads, their faces hiding with the quickness of someone trying to escape the harsh and revealing truth he had just exposed.

Samira, usually so fierce and confident, was now visibly uncomfortable, her eyes squinting as she tried to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks. Rogue, for her part, was equally quiet, her lips closed tightly as she avoided looking directly at Strax or Samira.

Strax, seeing their embarrassment and discomfort, showed no sign of pity. His gaze was still defiant, as if he was waiting for something to happen, but his voice remained calm, controlled and full of authority.

"You're both my wives," he said, with a cold, authoritative tone, as if he were putting an end to the discussion once and for all. "Now, stop this jealous shit before I punish you both."

The mere mention of punishment made the air around them heavy, the tension now so thick it was almost palpable. Samira and Rogue, even with the shame still on their faces, knew that those words weren't just empty. Strax was not speaking in vain, and he would not hesitate to act.

The silence dragged on for a moment, the two women immersed in their own thoughts as they tried to process what had happened. Samira, still not daring to look at Strax, bit her lower lip hard, while Rogue, for her part, sighed deeply, clearly trying to control her own feelings.

Strax leaned back, watching the two of them with a look that brooked no dispute. There was no more room for disputes or power plays. He had made it clear that he would no longer tolerate this kind of behavior. They were with him, and that was what mattered.

"Now, if you want to continue with this jealousy thing or if you want something more interesting," Strax murmured, the smile again creeping onto his lips, "the choice is yours."

"Sorry..." They both said together.