Combat Maid Harem

Of course, Lawrend wasn't impregnating her. She wasn't in her physical body and her soul body was incapable of birthing life. It was just her imagination.

Lawrend's eyes became clear, and he stared at his own two hands in silence. He immediately cleaned up and wore his clothes. He faced away from her as regret filled his whole body.

He gripped his hands tight and remembered Valentina. He remembered his promise to himself that he would never let anyone replace Valentina in his heart. By having sex with Grevan, he had basically broken that promise.

Thus, he felt regretful. He was brought by his emotions and sadness to commit something he would never normally do. The guilt ached Lawrend's heart.

"Am I going to die now?" Grevan asked in a low voice.

Lawrend turned his head and saw her laying on the ground with her arms extended out like a starfish. She stared at the empty darkness in his mind and a defeated aura surrounded her body.

She too, had realized what they just did. She could tell what was about to happen next. She wasn't in her body, and she was in Lawrend's mind. Now that he was done enjoying her soul body, it was time for him to dispose of her.

"..."

Lawrend went silent. He wanted to do exactly that and remove all traces of what he had just done to absolve himself of the guilt. He didn't dare let his maids know or who knows what they might think of him.

"This will be a satisfying end…  A dominant demon woman dies after getting utterly dominated in both body and soul… I have no regrets except not meeting you sooner…" Grevan muttered slowly and with a voice full of emotion.

Lawrend's eyelashes trembled hearing her words. He stood up and faced her. He looked down at her naked body in silence. The two massive H-cups sloppily drooped down the sides of her body and her slit dripping with his soul body's semen.

"Goodbye…"

Grevan closed her eyes.

Lawrend lifted his palm up and pointed it at her.

"I'm sorry."

Lawrend's powerful soul engulfed Grevan's soul.

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Lawrend continued practicing his magic. Grevan's body was on the floor beside the bed. A continuous flow of demonic fire mana entered his body with each breath he took and a steady stream entered his pores.

It was a relaxing scene of meditation if you ignored Grevan's body.

A few hours passed and Lawrend had gathered a handful of threads of demonic fire mana to flow within his body. It became harder and harder as his phoenix fire mana repulsed the different demonic fire mana. He also wasn't familiar with it, so he could only half of his normal control over fire mana.

"Mmmm…"

Shockingly, Grevan's eyelids trembled. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She stood up and stared at Lawrend on the bed. Her brain paused as she tried to process why someone was on her bed.

"AH! I didn't die!?"

Grevan remembered everything that happened. She touched her body and confirmed that she was alive. She looked around, and she was still in her room. It was as she had remembered. The violet wooden post was still broken and splinters were scattered everywhere.

"Don't mention what happened to anyone, or I will personally kill you," Lawrend warned her without opening his eyes.

"Yes, yes! Please, I would like to serve under you!" Grevan replied and kneeled in front of him.

She wanted to experience that feeling again. She was also thankful for his kindness. He could have killed her, and he would have all the reason in the world, but he still didn't.

"You may serve me while I stay in your home. After that, I will leave."

She could still be useful. Lawrend didn't care if she was alive or not anyways.

"Aw… Thank you. I will try to do my best."

Grevan was disappointed that she would only be able to serve him during his stay. She wanted to follow him and receive his *rewards* every now and then.

"..."

Lawrend ignored her afterward.

Grevan stood there awkwardly and looked around the room for what to do. She decided to clean up the mess created when she broke the violet wooden post.

Lawrend continued in his magic practice. A whole day passed, and he was able to create a rope that spun around the trunk-like flow of phoenix fire mana within his body.

Seeing that he was getting closer, Lawrend decided to rest. He stopped absorbing demonic fire mana and opened his eyes.

The room was cleaner than before. Everything was properly set in place and some of Grevan's personal belongings were missing.

"M-Master..? Hello."

Lawrend turned his head and Grevan wearing a maid uniform.

"Gah!"

Lawrend jumped on the bed in fright. He didn't expect to gain another maid all of a sudden.

"Do you not like it?" Grevan asked sadly.

"No… Just to be clear, you're not going to come with me," Lawrend iterated in a solemn tone.

"Yes. I know about that." Grevan looked down at her feet. "I thought about it, and my instincts are telling me to serve you well. I want a r-reward…" Grevan blushed.

Lawrend stared at her with a deadpan expression on his face. He didn't expect her to ask something like that from him.

"Alright. If you do well, I will teach you some fire spells."

Lawrend didn't want to do it with her again. He would only feel guilty. It would remind him of his mistake of doing it with her when she was in her soul form.

"...You know, I want a more hot reward…"

"Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." Lawrend shot her down.

He didn't want to tangle with her anymore. It would only complicate things. He might be able to justify it as him releasing his stress on her, but he already had his maids for that.

If she got attached to him more, it would be a headache.