Harem Roleplay System: I Was Added to a Magic Chat Group of Beauties!-Chapter 12: Reptile Troubles I

— Kang Manor —

Mrs. Benson hummed softly as she walked through the garden corner of the mansion estate as her hands gripped the basket full of freshly picked vegetables.

The morning breeze carried the scent of dew-covered roses, and the sun cast long, golden rays over the neatly trimmed hedges.

Today's stew was going to be something special — she'd make sure of it.

But just as she turned the bend in the walkway, the thick topiaries on her left rustled violently.

"Good heavens!"

She gasped, gripping the basket tighter.

Before she could react, a black husky lunged out from the greenery like a shadow come to life. Its paws barely touched the ground before it landed right in front of her as its furry tail wagged like a possessed pendulum.

Mrs. Benson almost lost her footing as her breath caught in her throat. But before she could fall back, a firm grip caught her from behind, steadying her.

"Careful, ma'am..." a deep voice said.

She exhaled loudly, her chest rising and falling as she adjusted her glasses.

"Goodness, for a moment there, I thought I was a goner!"

She turned to see two men in black suits—security personnel of the estate.

Their presence wasn't surprising, considering Alfred had tightened surveillance after Vivian's recent antics.

But before she could properly address them, a loud bark interrupted the moment. Rufus, the black husky, was bouncing on all fours as his blue eyes gleamed with excitement. His tail wagged like a furry metronome, and he barked with the energy of a dog who thought he owned the world.

Mrs. Benson chuckled.

"Ohoho, you stubborn little dog. Don't worry, I'll give you a treat to keep you calm."

She reached into the basket, grabbed a plump, ripe tomato, and tossed it toward Rufus. The husky caught it mid-air and chomped down with enthusiasm before licking the juice from the sides of its mouth.

One of the security guards, a middle-aged man named Mr. Garm, raised a hand as he panted heavily as sweat dripped from his forehead. His ill-fitting suit clung to him like a second skin, drenched in so much sweat it looked like someone had thrown a bucket of water over him.

"Sorry, ma'am..."

He wheezed like the "old man" he was.

"We... we had to walk Rufus around the estate while checking the security posts, but the dog got a little too excited and broke off the leash. We've been chasing him ever since."

Mrs. Benson smiled warmly.

The dog leash was a heavy-duty steel cable that cost $200, so it was hard to believe that Rufus had actually broken free like they claimed.

Still, she decided not to make a fuss about it.

"Oh, don't worry. I know you men are doing your best."

The younger security guard beside Garm rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"To be honest, I don't even see why Master James keeps a dog if he doesn't give it any attention. The man doesn't give anything attention besides work—it's like he has no regard for human life."

Mr. Garm's face turned white.

His hand shot out to clamp his mouthy subordinate's lips shut as he hissed—

"Shut up, you idiot! Do you want to lose your damn job?!"

The younger man didn't resist and merely sighed through his nose as Mr. Garm kept his lips pinched together like a clothesline peg.

Mrs. Benson chuckled at the display and waved a dismissive hand.

"Oh, don't be too hard on him. Try to understand Master James—he's working so hard to impress Hart Corp. You should all remember, his father once owned it... I'm sure he'd like to be in that position as well."

Mr. Garm sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah...we know. We respect his dedication."

But deep down, he was seething.

『Tch... who I actually have a problem with is that damn butler, Alfred! That smug bastard walks around like royalty, ordering everyone as if he's some kind of noble lord. Just because he has a close relationship with Master James, he acted untouchable!』

Mr. Garm ground his teeth.

『If I got paid as much as that bastard, I'd look just as handsome and damn sexy too!』

But before his silent rage could consume him, he exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to calm down.

He had four kids.

He couldn't afford to lose his job over petty jealousy.

Sensing the tension, Mrs. Benson offered a kind smile.

"Don't worry. After I finish making stew for Master James, I'll prepare a nice meal for you all. Alfred says he's going to drag the master out of his room today, so maybe, just maybe, he'll be in a good mood for once."

BARK! BARK!!

Rufus's sudden aggressive barking cut her words short.

The dog's posture had shifted—his legs were stiff, his hackles raised, and his lips curled back, revealing sharp fangs. Foam dripped from his mouth as he snarled at them like a beast ready to strike.

Mr. Garm frowned. "Uhh...what's wrong with it?"

The younger guard took a cautious step back.

"I don't know... You're the one who usually handles him, so you should know."

Mr. Garm scowled.

"Oh, don't pin this on me! I didn't do anything!"

"You definitely did!"

"You absolute fucker, I have four kids!"

"HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT MATTER──?!"

As the two security men started a pointless argument about who fed him what and where they took him last, Mrs. Benson crouched slightly, peering at Rufus with concern.

"Hmm...what's wrong, dear?"

She murmured as she tried to pat his head that wouldn't stay in one place.

"You've never acted like this before."

Then—

A massive, glowing magic circle erupted beneath Rufus's paws, expanding in a ten-meter radius.

The intricate, ancient inscriptions hummed and pulsed like living lightning as the entire estate trembled.

The moment the security officers saw it, their instincts screamed at them.

"RUN!"

They grabbed Mrs. Benson and bolted, sprinting away as fast as they could.

"But... Rufus!" she cried, reaching out.

Mr. Garm, now fueled by sheer survival instinct, barked—

"YOUR SAFETY COMES FIRST, LADY!"

BOOM!

A deafening roar split the air as the magic circle reached its peak.

And then—

Rufus's entire form expanded as his flesh and fur warped in a misproportioned transformation.

Black, jagged scales burst forth from his body, and his limbs stretched into powerful, monstrous proportions. His claws elongated, his tail whipped like a lethal spear, and two massive, bat-like wings unfurled with an ominous whoosh. His sharp white horns gleamed under the morning sun, and his now-electric purple eyes crackled with untamed energy.

The husky named [Rufus] was gone.

In its place stood a dragon — a towering beast of nightmare and majesty, its presence alone shaking the very foundations of Kang Manor.

For a split second, silence reigned.

Then—

The estate erupted into sheer panic.

Servants screamed and fled in every direction.

The guards pulled out their firearms in pure terror, knowing full well their bullets would do nothing.

Windows shattered from the force of the beast's breath.

And in all the chaos, Mrs. Benson could only clutch her chest as she stared up in stunned disbelief.

"My word..." she whispered.

—

Alfred rushed out from the grand mansion.

Behind him, James stormed outside, the buttons of his baggy denim shirt still undone, his white fitted pants sharp yet slightly wrinkled from being hastily thrown on.

James's sharp eyes darted around, taking in the sheer panic — gardeners running, maids shrieking, security scrambling in every direction.

His frustration boiled over as he shouted—

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Alfred pulled a sleek tablet from his inner jacket pocket as his fingers glided across the screen as he accessed the live security feeds.

The drones zoomed in. The image loaded.

His eyebrow lifted.

"This must be some sort of joke, yes?"

Very impatient, James leaned in close as his eyes scanned the screen. Then—

His mouth parted. His pupils dilated. His breath hitched.

And then, like a child discovering a long-lost treasure—

"WOAH! THAT'S VELIGRYPH!!"

He practically screamed with unfiltered excitement as literal stars shimmered in his eyes.

Deadpan, Alfred turned his head slightly.

"... Veligrpyh? Isn't that the name of the dragon for that OC demon king of yours? The one you used for roleplaying when you were younger?"

James recoiled as if struck by lightning.

— GASP!

His face drained of color. His entire body tensed.

Slowly, with the utmost disbelief, he turned to Alfred, pointed a trembling finger, and shouted—

"H-, How the fuck do you know that?!"

Alfred nodded once with confident eyes.

"Master James, I know everything about you."

A long silence.

James dramatically cleared his throat, then adjusted his posture to salvage some grace. He waved a dismissive hand, as if that embarrassing reveal never happened.

"Well, uh, that doesn't matter right now."

His voice cracked slightly, but he frustratedly forced himself to continue.

"What the fuck is a whole-ass dragon doing in my estate?! Those things shouldn't even exist!"

His voice was an inch away from having a meltdown.

Sensing his master's rising hysteria, Alfred calmly offered—

"Perhaps it's a prank? I will investigate."

James placed a firm hand on Alfred's shoulder as his voice slightly trembled—

"Well, uhhh... I'm going with you. Because let's just say there's a tiny, tiny, tinyyy possibility that the dragon is real... I wanna see it for myself."

Alfred lifted a brow.

"Master James, don't tell me you still believe in dragons."

James barked back — "I DON'T!"

Alfred smirked ever so slightly but kept it under control.

Then—

ROOOOOOOOAR!!

Another earth-shaking bellow from Veligrpyh made the entire estate quake.

The force of the soundwave threw them off balance again, but this time James instinctively grabbed Alfred and the tablet mid-stumble.

His fingers accidentally swiped the camera feed—

A new image popped up.

Alfred's entire face twisted in horror.

"No, no, no!"

Confused, James forcefully shoved Alfred's face away to look at the screen.

And then—

"NOOOOOOOO!!!"

James howled in despair.

On the tablet screen—

Standing outside the estate gate, furiously banging on the massive metal doors... was Vivian Hughes.

Her beautiful eyes were steely.

And her posture... firm and sexy as always.

James whipped around and shot a glare at Alfred.

"What is she doing here?!"

Alfred paled.

At this point, he was done with this woman's drama.

"H-, How should I know?! I gave clear instructions to Mr. Garm and the others to keep her away!"

James grabbed Alfred by the collar, dragging him close.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?! She shouldn't even be within a five-mile radius of this place! I don't want to see her! I don't want to deal with her fiancé! The awesome sex we had was just an excitable one, two, three—maybe eight-time thing! It's over!"

His breathing was rapid and his nostrils flared.

Alfred simply nodded, knowing James had more to vent.

James slumped forward in exhaustion, his voice weaker.

"... The only fucking time I want to see that crazy chick is at work. We're talking about a girl who used to talk to her dolls like they were real people. She forced me to have playdates with her when we were kids and served me actual toilet water as tea. Alfred... I'm a victim."

Alfred's face twitched.

James continued, looking traumatized—

"She's so crazy that rather than suck my dick like every normal woman would do, she prefers to use it as a goddamn microphone first! And on a good day, a lollipop! And I—I don't know, Alfred... I enjoy it... I enjoy every moment of it like the sick bastard I am... I really do..."

He almost looked like he would cry.

Alfred's composure cracked.

He took a small step back, cleared his throat, and said—

"... Master James, I didn't need to know all that."

James grabbed Alfred's collar again, shaking him.

"No, you absolutely did need to know all that. So next time, when I say 'keep that woman out,' you'll understand that I flipping mean it!"

James then dramatically ran his hands through his hair as he nearly tore it out.

And then—

ROOOOOOAAAAARR!!

Veligrpyh roared once again. The ground trembled anew.

James groaned.

"Fucking hell... fine! Alfred, get the security team and figure out who's behind this prank. I'll handle Vivian before she causes even more problems."

As James turned to leave, Alfred grabbed his wrist.

"Master James, are you sure? Vivian holds a black belt in three branches of Shaolin. If you say one wrong thing, she'll send you to the hospital."

James hesitated for a moment, considering his options.

Then, he sighed heavily and pulled Alfred into a tight hug.

He patted his butler's back and whispered—

"Pray for me."

With that, James sprinted toward an electric scooter, mounted it, and zoomed toward the estate gate.

Alfred watched him go with an amused smile.

"... Brave man."

He looked like a proud father.

—

As James sped through the estate grounds, his mind was a hurricane of thoughts.

"Vivian better not do anything stupid... I have so much shit to deal with today I might as well have gone to Hart Corp instead! A goddamn dragon, roleplayers sending me weird messages, my dick is still missing, and now this crazy chick shows up?!"

Frustrated, he punched the air—

And suddenly—

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His fist ignited in red-hot flames.

James's eyes widened in absolute terror.

"AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

A robotic voice rang in his ears.

[Ding! The host has awakened Fire Magic.]

James nearly crashed into a hedge.

"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN 'AWAKENED FIRE MAGIC'?! WHY DO I EVEN HAVE THAT?!"

In his panic, he lost control of the scooter, hit a small bump, and was sent flying straight into the estate's massive gate—

— CRASH!

He smashed through the entrance and collided directly into Vivian.

When the dust settled—

James found himself on top of her.

His hands—gripping her soft, meaty ass cheeks.

His face—mere inches from hers.

In fact, his lips were kissing her cute nose.

Surprisingly calm, Vivian stared into his panicked eyes.

"... James, you're squeezing them."

James swallowed. "... I—uh—I didn't mean—"

Vivian's slender arms wrapped around his neck.

She leaned in close, whispering against his ear—

"...No. Don't go. Let's do it here."

James's entire brain short-circuited.

"... Eh?"