Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

The Dragon Empress sat on the edge of her seat, an inch away from falling off.

Her vision was fixed on the last kickoff deciding the final participant.

As the Red Team member who touched the ball got tackled, the Dragon Empress screamed, "It's your chance. Go!"

Her breath caught, watching as Ryan got the ball and started his journey down the field.

"Oh no! He's going to pass it again, isn't he," she muttered, seeing three open Blue Team members.

The Dragon Empress placed her hands atop her head as she bit her lower lip in anticipation of the outcome.

Watching as Ryan suddenly stopped, she held her breath, waiting for his decision.

"He shot!" she exclaimed.

"He scored!"

She was so happy that she almost missed what Ryan said.

"He... he's so smooth!" she gasped.

"I wonder if he can back up those words in the bedroom," the Dragon Empress purred.

She was so excited at what happened that she hadn't noticed her microphone was on.

"Master?" Gwen asked slowly, a bright smile on her face.

"You wouldn't happen to have a favorite for the harem position already, now, would you?"

The Dragon Empress's smile suddenly froze, and she asked, "How long has my microphone been on?"

"The whole time," came Gwen's reply.

"Well, fine. I admit it. I'm happy that man isn't a total moron," the Dragon Empress said, sitting back in her seat with a huff.

Gwen shook her head, knowing the Dragon Empress had already fallen for the man.

She had her suspicions about Ryan's actions.

One could always be cautious. An empire falling due to lust was an age-old story.

'Thankfully, he's been tested. Otherwise, I would be willing to bet this was an executed attack against our empire,' Gwen thought.

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After the Nova Ball tournament, the men were given the rest of the day off and told they were free to use the hot springs behind the dormitories.

Because he was a cultivator, Ryan wasn't all that sweaty, but wanting to blend in, he went anyway.

The structure was made of marble, making it look out of place, surrounded by such modern buildings.

The entryway leading to tall glass double doors was carpeted, making the building look even grander.

After entering the double doors, the group was escorted into a changing room where they were left to their own devices and told that the next activity would be the following day at 8 A.M.

Entering the changing room, Ryan first put his clothes in a locker.

After wrapping himself in a towel, he exited the locker room and entered the hot springs.

The atmosphere was warm and inviting as he stepped into the heated water.

'I rarely ever take baths, always showers. But this makes me regret my choice,' Ryan thought, remembering his times in Los Angeles with Aliza.

She would often tease him with misty showers and ask for a towel.

Ryan, like a fool, would go up to the fog-covered glass and try to see through the mist, only to be scared by an already-clothed Aliza.

Ryan chuckled. 'That woman always got to me.'

"What you laughing about, Angel?" #6, the first person he had helped secure a spot in the next round, asked.

"Thank you, by the way. That was generous of you."

The man also had a towel around his waist as he entered the pool. His broad features and blonde hair made him look like some supermodel.

'I guess he fits right in, considering this is like a dating show,' Ryan thought.

"Just memories. Name's Ryan, by the way," Ryan said, reaching out his hand.

"James," the man replied, shaking the outstretched hand.

"So, what type of dragon are you?" James asked, raising his brow.

"You're pretty generous, so I was thinking a dragon of light, but when you said your final line, it gave me dark vibes. So perhaps you're a crimson dragon?"

"A crimson dragon?" another teammate of theirs asked.

"Hey Mark, I was just asking Ryan, our Angel, to tell us the type of dragon he is."

Mark frowned. "And why are you trying to pry information out of him?"

"It's rude if he happens to be from a noble line."

[I prefer this lizard to the first one,] Yoko sounded in Ryan's mind.

[He at least knows about real dragon culture. Never ask a dragon their type unless you're willing to pay in blood.]

[Noted,] Ryan replied, thankful for the information.

"Thank you, Mark. My name is Ryan," he said, outstretching his hand to an older-looking well-built man with a fiery red beard.

"Nice to meet you, and thank you for your assistance, although James and I," Mark said, punching James a little too hard to be considered friendly, "know that I would have passed either way."

James coughed, "Man, I told you to stop doing that."

"Your playful punches leave me with bruises."

"Hahaha," Mark let out a bellowing laugh. "James, my boy, that just means you have to eat more meat!"

"Even if we're men, we are dragons! If we don't show the other races, who are the real kings, who will?"

"We are dragons! The greatest race to ever grace the Multiverse! We fight! We eat! And we plunder!"

"With goblins as our brothers," Mark started singing.

"We will rid every other," he got louder.

"Of their gold and plunder!" a multitude of other voices chimed in, singing the song.

"Oh, we are dragons!" they sang together.

"That means we're GREAT!"

"We'll fight till the last to get to those golden gates!"

"For its riches we seek, not health or power!"

"For we are dragons, and we don't fight for honor!"

As the group finished singing, Ryan heard Yoko say, [It's possible they aren't just lizards after all.]

Ryan shook his head as he relaxed back into the bath.

After the dragons started singing more merry tunes, Ryan got a prickling feeling on the back of his neck and turned around.

Not seeing anything in the sky or the trees surrounding the outdoor hot springs, Ryan sat in the shallow end and activated his bloodline.

Moving it to its full 50m range, Ryan could immediately sense the cameras watching him.

'I don't mind them spying, as they've already seen my junk.'

'But who's to say they're not lying about the competition pausing till morning?'

'What if they're watching us right now and deciding who to eliminate?'

As that thought occurred to Ryan, he figured it was better to be safe than sorry and decided to head in early. He figured that sticking within range of other dragons would only heighten his risk of getting caught.

As Ryan entered the locker room, dried off, and retrieved his clothes, his thoughts returned to the name he had heard the examiner say when examining his penis.

'Amanda, where do I know an Amanda from?'

Shaking his head, Ryan exited the locker room and almost bumped into a cleaning lady.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ryan said. "Are you alright?"

The cleaning lady looked up at Ryan. She pushed her silver hair to the side, revealing magical blue eyes.

Ryan blinked and looked around the girl, noticing her red wings, two horns on either side of her head, and a thick purple dragon tail connected to her plump buttocks.

"Amanda?!" Ryan gasped, seeing his first-ever BCN client in the flesh.