NOVPUBLeonhardt thought that seeing such beautiful women might cause a sense of attraction.
He didn't wish to become someone ruled by his lower half. Thanks to Sylvie and Asuka, he could manage his excessive lust and desire, with Zafira also stepping in to keep him in line with her racial advantage.
'But these girls don't make me feel anything, no... it's like they are my children.'
It was nothing like the dark elves, nor the goblins...
"Is it because you are the same race, because we are similar?"
But he also wondered if it was because the core used to summon them was fused directly with his world-eating core...
The girls felt different to him. Precious. Adorable.
Each girl didn't have a name yet... but when he observed them. The words... formed together, and then his eyes glowed faintly and the first girl.
"You will be called Lilim."
The first to crawl from the summoning web.
Her beauty was eerie and misplaced, but to Leonhardt, he felt proud to have summoned her. With long limbs, slightly uneven in motion, and her feet ended in small, delicate hooves. Lilim's skin was flawless but cold, and her voice mimicked Zafira's—wrong, uncanny.
Two spiralled horns frame her face, one cracked slightly.
"Father... Ahem—Master Leonhardt... you have given me a name!?"
Lilim's first words were hard to hear before she cleared her throat and spoke with a deep, enchanting voice.
"I will name all of you, my daughters." His tone was deep, low and filled with a slight growl.
The eyes of the succubi shone like gemstones, filled with bliss.
He turned to the second succubus, who was prettier, like a sheep. Her hooves are cloven, clicking softly on stone, and her lower legs bear a light fur that shimmers faintly like velvet.
Her horns curved downward around her cheeks, giving her a demure, sheepish appearance. Her eyes half-lidded, her lips never quite closed. She watched him through her tousled white hair.
"Nessa."
"My warmth..." Her soft voice was like caramel dripping into a bowl. Sweet. Addictive. "Sire... thank you for the name." Nessa's tone was breathless, as if half asleep and murmuring in her dreams... But he felt the longing hidden in each word.
"Vyx."
The third jumped at him and hugged his chest. "Daddy!" A mischievous, bounce and unpredictable tone, but her slightly oblivious air didn't upset Leonhardt.
Erina's eyes narrowed, hating that her oversized breasts were rubbing against his chest.
She didn't know Leon's thoughts. Nor did she know he didn't find them attractive in such a sense; his crotch didn't even throb.
His heart was calm, even under such an erotic greeting.
Vyx was more goat-like than Nessa, with goat-like legs deformed into a more humanoid shape and size, thick, muscular thighs like a human and then fluffy goat's legs and hooves from the knee down and curled horns.
She resembled what most would picture as a succubus, with her mischievous form rather than a polished seductress. Her pupils were shaped like stars, and her wings were slightly stunted.
"Well, behave yourself. If you work hard I will reward you." Leonhardt's hand slipped through her hair, and he looked at the other girls too. "That applies to all of you girls."
When he looked at the fourth succubus... he smiled.
"Sera."
Sera emerged moaning, her curved horns gleaming with fresh ichor. Her body was tight and toned, but her skin carried a strange bloom-like texture around her thighs and shoulders, as if petals or markings grew from flesh. She walked confidently, but her hoofed feet stomped like she was dancing to music no one else could hear.
"My temple!" Sera lowered to her knees, almost prostrating herself as she kissed Leonhardt's boot.
Sera was a little odd to Leonhardt. Her red cheeks as she kissed his boots, the strange, devout and sensual tone. He couldn't help but feel the same madness of Zafira in this girl, and it made him nervous.
"I hope you are happy about your names... now, Sera, Vyx... Nessa can you back off for your other sisters?"
Leonhardt's voice wasn't harsh or loud, but the deep tone reverberated off the walls, causing the girls to nod, pulling away with slightly red cheeks. Their eyes watched him with reverence and affection.
"Now then... little one, you are Vel."
'Little one!?" Erina thought to herself, looking at the tall woman... Vel was tall, with elongated fingers and cracked black hooves, and a long tail barbed at the end. Her horns split backwards like a crown, and her tongue was forked, though she hid it after Leonhardt first saw it.
She never blinked, and from the moment she appeared, her eyes NEVER left Leon's body.
Around her neck was a broken collar... "My chain." She spoke with a deep, sensual tone as she stepped forward and hugged Leonhardt's chest, her head just beneath his nose.
The greeting period took a long time, but Leonhardt learned from Gobbolas and Gobomir that spending time when they were first summoned changed the monsters forever. It made them more trustworthy and eager to please him.
'Well... extremes like Lina do appear from time to time.'
The smallest and cutest succubus looked up at him with a quiet and sad face.
"Nyra, come."
No wings, no tail... just a small half-formed succubus with short nubs where horns should be and her feet normal like a human. Her eyes were luminous and innocent, but her aura was the strongest... but she reminded Leonhardt of himself.
Nyra hugged his waist, pressing her forehead against his abdomen, nuzzling and rubbing him before she whispered in a voice like cotton. "Papa..."
Leonhardt hugged her back and stroked her soft, fluffy hair and gazed up at the other succubi, all different but born from the same batch, and somehow he didn't want to keep summoning after meeting these girls.
'I will summon new succubi using the dungeon system...'
These five were special, somehow.
He wondered if this was what it would be like if he had a child with Zafira or the others.
Not an emotional thought, but something else... an unfamiliar emotion.
"You girls."
"My daughters of desire. I forbid you from fighting each other, you may get jealous, disagree but if you have a problem you cannot solve through speaking..."
"... then come to me and I will solve it. Understood?"
They looked confused for a moment, but the smartest Lilim nodded after looking at her sisters. Leonhardt smiled at her and then saw the others nodding.
"Good, then Lilim you will be the big sister, take care of your sisters... and Nessa, Vyx, Vel, Sera... and Nyra. I hope you can respect and listen to her."
The girls looked at one another, uncertain, but nodding. One by one, their eyes returned to Leonhardt, every gaze soaked in trust, expectation, and something deeper. An instinct. A need to follow.
"Yes, Master Leonhardt," Lilim said, her voice warm and proud, her cracked horn gleaming faintly in the torchlight.
"I'll take care of them. I promise."
"Mmh… I'll follow you anywhere," Nessa whispered, her hooves clicking softly as she folded her hands in a prayer-like posture.
Vyx gave a sharp, fanged grin. "If Big Sis gets too bossy, I'm telling Daddy~!"
"Don't push your luck," Vel muttered, her voice like flint scraping steel. But she nodded as well. "Order accepted."
Sera leaned forward again and whispered into the stone, her eyes wild, "As you command… my temple."
And Nyra didn't speak—only nuzzled into Leonhardt's side again, her fingers clinging to his coat like she never wanted to let go.
He smiled.
Just slightly.
And snapped his fingers.
In a flash of purple light and glittering particles, six unique maid outfits manifested on hovering display mannequins—each tailored to the girl's physiology and aura.
Black with violet trim, reinforced with enchantments for magical resistance, stealth enhancement, and passive regeneration. Practical military gear.
But stylish. Functional. And unmistakably... his.
"Your first task," Leonhardt said, voice carrying through the chamber, "—is to prepare the upper level guest halls. Zafira and Mira will be returning soon, and I want the rooms cleaned, organised, and filled with anything you think they might like."
He paused, letting the weight of it settle.
"This isn't just a test. It's a sign of trust."
Lilim was the first to bow. "We won't disappoint you, Father."
The others followed, their tails twitching, wings flexing, eyes gleaming.
One by one, they vanished down the corridor—some walking, some skipping, some floating—leaving only soft hoofbeats and flickers of mana behind.
The summoning chamber grew quiet again.
Leonhardt turned.
Erina stood alone at the edge of the dais, her green eyes wide—not in fear, but in something harder to name. Her lips parted slightly, and her body was tense.
He walked toward her, slow, measured.
Her hands clenched at her sides.
"They're… monsters," she said quietly. "But they treated you like…"
"Family," he finished.
She didn't answer.
Just stared at him.
Then, finally, she whispered:
"…Is that what you want me to be too?"
Leonhardt didn't speak right away.
But his eyes met hers.
That's when he stepped closer, his hand pressing the priestess against the cold wall, gazing down at her with his sharp eyes. "Family..."
She trembled, unsure of his sudden action, her chin lifted by his finger.
"No, you are... different from those girls."
Ba-dump...
He could hear her heartbeat, and she started to understand what he meant... as her cheeks turned red, heart racing faster.
But she didn't know how to respond and show her desire.
Even though she wanted it.
