The Harem System Belongs to the Villain-Chapter 22: The Broken Jade and the Drunkard’s Wrath

Romeo deliberately lowered his voice to a dark, husky whisper directly against her highly sensitive earlobe.

"Is this beautiful aunty perhaps searching the dark corridors for a tasty midnight snack?"

Aunt Valentina’s mortal soul nearly leaped straight out of her physical vessel! She completely froze in place like a shattered jade statue.

She did not even need to turn her head to know exactly who had just captured her from the shadows. The overwhelming, scorching scent of pure, unadulterated Yang energy was absolutely unmistakable.

More importantly, she could clearly feel something incredibly massive, terrifyingly hard, and blisteringly hot pressing directly into the deep canyon of her bouncy ass cheeks!

Even right through the thick fabric of his coarse pants and her thin crimson nightgown, the legendary thirteen-inch Heavenly Pillar of Chaos was making its dominant presence utterly known!

"Y-you! W-what are you doing out of your bed, you stupid nephew?!" she squeaked in pure, unadulterated panic.

Her grand, self-deceptive facade about checking on the nocturnal servants instantly crumbled into white ashes. Her heart was beating so wildly it threatened to crack her mortal ribs.

"Fuu fuu fuu. I could ask you the exact same profound question, dear Aunty."

Romeo shamelessly dragged his nose along the smooth curve of her milky neck. He took a deep, aggressive sniff of her intoxicating scent.

"Why is my respectable aunt wandering the freezing halls wearing absolutely nothing but a few scraps of translucent crimson silk? Are you actively trying to catch a severe cold poison?"

He slowly slid his large, calloused hands downward from her snatched waist. He let his palms rest directly upon the soft, massive swell of her heavenly peaches.

"Or perhaps... your traitorous body was violently aching for another profound look on this junior’s heavenly weapon?"

"T-that is..."

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Deep within the squalid, filthy lower districts of the mortal slums, Lily stumbled blindly toward her rundown wooden shack.

She was completely exhausted. Her physical stamina was entirely drained. She had not eaten a single grain of spiritual rice since getting ruthlessly fired by the young master early this morning.

She had spent the entire day desperately scouring the bustling market districts for a new job. The results were completely tragic. Every single merchant she met immediately rejected her application.

The only profound offers she received came from greedy, lecherous old geezers.

They took one long look at her heaven-defying jade melons and her massive bubble butt and instantly suggested she join the local dual-cultivation brothels!

They shamelessly told her she could earn mountains of spirit coins by selling her pure Yin essence to wealthy cultivators.

She was far too exhausted and humiliated to even slap their leering faces.

Lily finally reached her pathetic home. She slowly pushed open the creaky wooden door.

Crash!

Before her eyes could even adjust to the darkness, a heavy, empty bottle of cheap spiritual wine flew directly out of the shadows. It violently smashed right against her forehead!

"Kyaa!"

Lily frantically fell backward and landed hard on her bouncy bubble butt. A sharp, stinging gash instantly opened on her forehead. Warm, red mortal blood began to slowly drip down her pale face.

"You absolute bitch! How dare you lose your highly paying job inside the grand castle?!"

A slurred, venomous voice roared from the pitch-black room.

"After everything I have done to support you and your useless, crippled mother, this is exactly how you repay my profound grace?!"

It was her drunkard father. He was sitting completely intoxicated at a low wooden table without turning on a single light crystal.

He had not always been a pathetic, abusive monster. Back in the golden days, he was an incredibly loving family man. He possessed a highly respectable, stable job as a merchant porter. They were a happy, thriving little family sect.

Then, that single tragic day arrived. Her beautiful mother mysteriously contracted a terrifying, incurable disease.

The heavy financial burden and the sheer despair completely shattered her father’s Dao heart.

Something inside his brain violently snapped. He abandoned his job and degenerated into a complete drunkard.

Lily genuinely did not know what specific dark truth broke him so completely.

Lily did not shed a single tear. Her beautiful purple eyes were entirely dead and hollow.

She quietly crawled forward on her knees and numbly picked up the sharp, broken glass pieces from the floorboards.

She did not even bother to wipe the fresh blood dripping from her open wound.

"Y-you ungrateful, pathetic wretch!" Her father continued to drunkenly berate her. He slammed his fist against the wooden table. "Your mother is a completely useless, bedridden bitch! That must be the exact reason you grew up to be a completely useless bitch too!"

Lily completely ignored his highly toxic verbal assault. She silently swept the glass away and cleaned the area.

She stood up and quietly walked right past her berating father and carefully opened a side door and checked on the dark room where her mother was currently sleeping in a deep, sickly coma.

Seeing her mother was still breathing, Lily let out a small breath and turned toward her own tiny, cramped bedroom.

"You should just bite the spirit coin and join the Spring Blossom Brothel!" Her father slurred loudly at her back. "You have an incredibly good body! At least sell your flesh and earn some actual money for this household!"

Lily completely froze in her tracks. Her hand paused on the wooden frame of her half-open shoji door.

Her entire voluptuous body violently trembled upon hearing those incredibly vile, demonic words coming from her own biological father. Her Dao heart cracked even further.

She did not turn around to argue. She simply stepped inside and closed the shoji door tightly behind her.

She collapsed face-first onto her hard, uncomfortable bed. She was profoundly hungry, overwhelmingly sad, and entirely exhausted to her very core.

She slowly rolled onto her side and looked out her small, open window. In the far distance, towering over the mortal slums, she could clearly see the dark, withered silhouette of the ancient Lovecraft Castle. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She had heard countless grand tales from her mother before the sickness took hold.

Her mother always proudly claimed that the Lovecraft Barony was once the most prestigious, heaven-defying Barony in the entire mortal realm.

Tragically, the incompetent past Barons just completely ran its glorious legacy into the mud.

Her chaotic mind instantly drifted back to the events of this morning. She vividly remembered the crippled boy.

She remembered the terrifying, majestic glow in his crimson eyes and his overwhelming aura.

Lily remembered the profound anger and absolute betrayal etched onto his handsome face when he ruthlessly exposed her as a spy for his viper stepmother.

The young master had completely trusted her, and she had sold his secrets for measly spirit coins.

Lily turned around and violently clutched her cheap, lumpy pillow directly to her face. The dam finally broke. She sobbed uncontrollably into the coarse fabric.

"I am so incredibly sorry, Young Master Romeo..." She wept bitterly into the lonely night. "I truly liked your company... but I desperately needed that money to buy medicine for my dying mother..."

She continued to weep with profound sorrow until her exhausted mortal body completely shut down and she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.