My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 734: Dragon Dominance

The forest hollow opened into cathedral space.

Eira had chosen well, as she always did, a vast natural amphitheatre carved by some forgotten glacial age into the endless canopy of Hell’s Paradise Island’s endless forest — a bowl of moss-veiled stone perhaps four hundred yards across, its lip ringed by primordial trees whose root systems had been allowed, over centuries, to fuse into a living bulwark that the surrounding forest treated with the wary deference one reserves for older cousins.

The air here tasted of nothing; there was no spoor or birdsong neither distant surf.

Whatever the endless forest had decided this hollow was for; it had long since agreed that the answer did not include witnesses.

Phei descended the last of the stone steps and stood at the hollow’s centre, unhurried, his amethyst eyes sweeping the place once.

"Here?"

"Here, master."

Eira hovered at his shoulder, wings folded, dark-diamond eyes bright with an anticipatory quality Phei had learned to regard with considerable suspicion over the last twenty-four hours.

"You’re sure about the containment."

"The endless forest will eat any cosmic overflow, master just like yesterday, it has probably been eating it for a very long time. Whatever escapes your body or our training will be digested before it crosses the first ring of trees.

"No seismograph on the island will register a tremor. No one will feel anything pass through the island’s weather. I selected this hollow for that exact purpose."

"Good."

He inhaled, once, slowly — the cool mineral air of the forest filling his lungs — and exhaled, longer, letting his shoulders loosen.

Then, mentally —

’System. Show me the pending rewards.’

Blue text unfolded across his inner vision in the unhurried procession of an accountant finally permitted to present his ledger.

[ACCEPTANCE PENDING]

[Omni-Primordial Path — First Progenitor Slave: 200,000 EXP, 200,000 Points, Power-Level Rank system unlocked (Current Rank: ——), First Power-Level Rank breakthrough → +10 to ALL stats → Charm Speech +5 levels → +10 Charisma]

[Dragon’s Honor: 20,000 EXP, Dominance Aura → upgraded to Dragon Dominance (DxD Element)

[ACCEPT ALL? Y/N]

Phei read the ledger once. Twice. Let the shape of it settle.

Then he mentally chose Y for the last rewards of Dragon’s Honor.

The moment the confirmation left his mind, the world did seemed to have inhaled.

The hollow they were in dimmed, not in light, but in meaning.

The afternoon sunlight slanting through the canopy remained exactly where it had been, yet Phei’s perception of it changed. The moss-green glow across the stone no longer felt like simple daylight but an audience.

The forest itself seemed to lean in, ancient and curious, as though it recognised that something older than its own roots was about to take its first full breath inside a mortal vessel.

Then the integration began.

It did not hurt; that was the first surprise, it was nothing like the Dragon’s Molt agony he’d expected, no screaming or the white-hot detonation along his bones.

What arrived instead was pressure — vast, patient, unhurried pressure, the pressure of a river being asked to accept that its banks had widened. His body did not fight it. His body had, in the last weeks, become something that understood pressure; had absorbed Void-Ice and had even withstood the consciousness-break of an Original Progenitor’s tribute, had endured the quiet catastrophic reorganisation of its own cell structure across six hours of white-sheet bleeding the night before.

He couldn’t help wonder now, after all the weeks that have past, had the system given him the Dragon Molt card to prepare his body for everything his future body would have to endure and go through.

’Probably.’

What moved into it now was — everything.

His joints adjusted silently at the same time; he felt his bone density step up another discrete tier.

The small places in his muscles where the morning’s use of Dominance Aura at full deployment had left faint residual strain smoothed themselves away in under a second.

Something in Phei clicked; a hinge he had not known existed swung open and it settled into a new relationship with the rest of his body.

And then the real weight arrived.

[DRAGON DOMINANCE — DxD ELEMENT INTEGRATION]

The Dominance Aura he had carried in his chest since the moment he got the system, then he’d leveled it up slowly until it settled on Lv.10 that had flattened rooms and crushed princes — was drawn up.

He inhaled... his oldest companion was leveling up. How many women he’d drawn to himself with this ability? How man men he had made take three steps back before they even took the first?

Phei could still remember when he’d used it on the court and pressed its full weight on Marcus leaving him on the floor, and the same thing had happened this morning.

Marcus was perhaps the most benefactor of Dominance Aura and now it was changing to something even better; more hallowing!

He could feel it being taken from wherever it had lived in him and pulled into a different thing entirely, recompiled at a higher architecture, and placed back into the same location with a new weight and a new mechanic.

He felt the upgrade as it happened.

Felt the old Lv.10 field — already formidable, already sovereign — suddenly become the substrate on which something much larger was being built. Layers unfurled around it like the petals of some primordial, like it was a star-forged flower.

It did not feel like gaining power.

It felt like remembering that he had always been this powerful, and the previous version of himself had simply been wearing smaller clothes.

And when the integration completed, the system delivered, finally, the description.

[ABILITY:DRAGON DOMINANCE (DxD ELEMENT)]

[Passive — Effect on enemy/rival males/females: is 10× stronger than previous Dominance Aura. Subconsciously compels them toward either respectful deference or primal fear. Effect extends to non-human entities — beasts, creatures, beings of other races, and any conscious being whose soul is not exempted by host as an ally or lover.

[Effect on females (non-enemy): Intensifies attraction. Inspires reverence, lust, and worshipful orientation. Reveals a woman’s hidden desires to her — provided she is already drawn to the Host. What she has been hiding from herself surfaces. What she has never dared want arrives, unrequested, at the front of her mind.

[Active — All of the above effects are amplified 50× their passive form. Enemies on the receiving end will experience the passive effect as an absolute — irresistible deference or catastrophic terror, depending on their soul’s orientation to the Host.

[Females on the receiving end will experience the passive effect as an absolute — full revelation of every hidden desire, full worshipful submission, full lust without defence.

[Cooldown on Active:None.Duration:at Host’s discretion.]

Phei’s amethyst eyes narrowed as he read.

Passive alone was ten times his previous Dominance Aura while the Active was fifty times that.

"Nod once for the maths," he murmured aloud, to no one in particular, and then, obligingly, did.

So the ability had both — a passive that was an order of magnitude beyond what he had did on Marcus this morning, and an active that was half an order of magnitude beyond the passive.

Which meant—

If he had possessed this version of the ability during breakfast...

Marcus wouldn’t have just pissed himself.

He would have broken completely.

The thought came with dark, vicious amusement. Phei could almost see it — the proud Heavenchild heir not just collapsing, but shattering. On his knees in front of half a million viewers, soul laid bare, every hidden insecurity dragged screaming into the light while his body obeyed a will that wasn’t his own.

"One passive pulse and he would’ve been calling me master while the entire Legacy world watched," Phei said, the humor cold and sharp. "Active? He would’ve offered to crawl behind me for the rest of his life and thanked me for the privilege."

The system really said ’subtlety is dead, long live tyranny.’

He exhaled slowly.

The new Dragon Dominance was already active in its passive state. He could feel it radiating from him in heavy, invisible waves. The forest around the hollow had gone even quieter. Even the wind seemed hesitant to move too close.

Eira, still hovering near his shoulder, had gone completely still, her dark eyes were wide.

Phei didn’t activate all of it just yet.

From this point forward, every rival male who stood against him would feel it in their blood — the instinctive understanding that they were standing before something that could end them without lifting a hand.

And every woman already drawn to him would feel their own hidden desires rise to the surface whether they wanted them to or not.

The new Dragon Dominance had not settle into him like a tool being added to a belt.

It had instead unfolded like an ancient sovereign finally stepping out of exile and remembering that the world had once bent its knee without being asked.

The air around him grew heavier, thicker, more reverent. Even the primordial trees at the edge of the hollow seemed to draw their roots in tighter, as if the forest itself had decided that whatever now stood in its centre was no longer something it could safely ignore.

Eira’s said nothing.

Phei rolled his shoulders, feeling the new ability move with him.

The passive field was already active — a quiet, colossal pressure that made the air itself feel heavier, more reverent. He could sense it radiating outward in concentric waves, tasting the forest, tasting Eira’s firmness, tasting the distant, faint signatures of wild animals that had begun, unconsciously, to turn their paths away from this hollow.

He simply stood in the centre of the cathedral of stone and let the upgraded Dragon Dominance breathe through him like a second heartbeat.

He exhaled once, long and slow.

The hollow remained silent.

The endless forest continued to digest whatever faint cosmic spill had occurred.

And Phei Ryujin Tiamat stood at the centre of it all, amethyst eyes calm, the new weight of Dragon Dominance resting across his shoulders like a mantle he had been born to wear.