The Harem System Belongs to the Villain-Chapter 37: Aunty’s Dripping Panty!

An instant, heaven shaking explosion of desperate murmurs completely shattered the silence of the underground tavern!

The very second the crusty, black lace panty was revealed floating inside the glowing glass cube, the entire sea of white ghosts went absolutely feral!

Dozens of pathetic, frustrated men violently pressed against their wooden tables. Thick strings of degenerate drool leaked from their eye holes.

The overpowering, incredibly rich aroma of supreme noble Yin essence completely bypassed their weak spiritual defenses and instantly intoxicated their sad souls.

"Quiet down, brothers! Please calm your chaotic Dao hearts!" the black ghost shouted, raising his hands to cast a minor silencing array over the unruly crowd.

The meeting hall slowly quieted down, but the heavy sound of heavy panting and frantic gulping still echoed through the room.

"The initial asking price proposed by the anonymous seller brother was exactly two hundred premium gold coins!" the black ghost announced loudly.

A few ghosts groaned in profound despair. Two hundred gold coins was a massive fortune for these low level street cultivators!

"However!" the black ghost suddenly roared, his raspy voice echoing with absolute authority. "Because of this highly ridiculous asking price, our supreme Gold Patriarch decided to step in and personally appraise the artifact behind the curtains!"

Every single ghost in the room collectively held their mortal breath.

The Gold Patriarch was a legendary figure in the lower districts. If he personally appraised something, it meant it was a genuine, heaven defying treasure!

The black ghost pointed dramatically at the sticky black lace suspended in the glass cube.

"The Gold Patriarch thoroughly examined the profound thickness and absolute purity of this leaked nectar! He found its potency to be completely undeniable! This sticky Yin essence undoubtedly belongs to a supreme, high ranking noble lady! A prime, incredibly mature milf who only eats the absolute most heavenly spirit foods and sleeps in supreme aristocratic comfort!"

The crowd let out a series of scandalous, highly degenerate whimpers.

The mere thought of a pampered noble Matriarch leaking such thick juices was driving them completely insane!

"Furthermore!" the black ghost continued his passionate, auctioneer rant. "The Gold Patriarch discovered that the dried essence itself contains a massive amount of greater cultivation energy!

"This is not just a standard mortal fluid! It is a literal heavenly elixir that can nourish a cultivator’s dry spiritual sea! Therefore, the Gold Patriarch has officially voided the original price!"

The black ghost paused for maximum dramatic effect. He swept his gaze across the salivating crowd.

"The newly appraised starting price for this supreme milfy treasure starts at exactly one thousand and six hundred spirit coins!"

Gasp!

A collective, massive gasp violently sucked all the stale air out of the underground tavern!

One thousand and six hundred spirit coins?! That was an utterly astronomical sum! That was enough wealth to purchase a small merchant guild or a minor courtyard estate!

Every single ghost in the room instantly realized that the sticky black fabric presented before them was not just something simple or a cheap brothel trick.

It was a genuine, world destroying divine artifact! The Gold Patriarch himself had staked his supreme reputation on its absolute purity!

Sitting comfortably inside his premium booth, Romeo’s jaw dropped completely open beneath his white cotton mask.

He was genuinely, profoundly surprised!

One thousand and six hundred spirit coins?! He only expected to make a quick buck to buy some low level traps tonight.

He never expected his naughty aunt’s discarded underwear to fetch the price of a small kingdom!

A highly sinister, villainous chuckle slowly bubbled up from his throat.

’That sneaky old bastard!’

Romeo thought to himself, his crimson eyes gleaming with supreme amusement.

’The Gold Patriarch absolutely did not use any profound spiritual appraisal techniques!’

’That old man definitely just shoved his entire face directly into the crotch fabric and took a massive sniff!’

’The Gold Patriarch is an absolute, irredeemable pervert!’

Romeo crossed his arms over his ghost uniform and smiled a completely wicked smile.

If a single, unwashed panty from a chaotic morning panic could sell for this much wealth, he was literally sitting on an infinite goldmine back at the Velvetthunder estate!

’Aunt Valentina produces this high quality nectar every single time I flex my thirteen inch dragon,’ Romeo plotted maliciously in his spiritual sea. ’If I just make her climax a few times a day and collect her laundry, I can fund an entire mercenary army! I will definitely get so many more highly profitable opportunities now!’

"Let the supreme bidding war officially begin!" the black ghost roared, shattering Romeo’s plotting.

Immediately, a desperate ghost in the front row violently threw his wooden ale mug at the wall.

"One thousand and seven hundred coins! I will sell my mortal kidneys to taste that noble essence!"

"Two thousand coins!" another ghost screamed from the back, waving a heavy pouch of spirit stones. "I will mortgage my ancestral courtyard right now!"

"Three thousand!"

The bidding war instantly devolved into a chaotic, bloodthirsty battlefield!

The pathetic ghosts were aggressively shouting numbers, desperately trying to outbid each other for a single sniff of the Matriarch’s supreme juices.

Suddenly, a massive whale entered the chaotic chat.

"Ten thousand spirit coins!" A ghost covered in a premium, highly expensive silk bedsheet roared with absolute authority.

Half of the room instantly coughed up mouthfuls of turbid blood and collapsed into their wooden chairs!

Their pathetic, low level wallets were completely and utterly annihilated by that single bid!

The price kept climbing higher and higher as the wealthy whales began to violently clash.

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Twenty thousand!"

Sitting in his VIP booth, Romeo noticed something highly suspicious occurring on the main stage.

Every single time the bid skyrocketed to a new, astronomical height, the Gold Patriarch sitting on his throne would violently quiver!

The luxurious black and gold bedsheet draped over his body trembled exactly like a leaf caught in a level nine hurricane.

Romeo tilted his head in profound confusion.

Why was that old man shaking so aggressively? Was the Gold Patriarch suffering from a sudden spiritual stroke? Was his old mortal heart failing from the sheer excitement of the auction?

Romeo simply shrugged his shoulders.

He absolutely did not care about an old man’s health! He was just incredibly, overwhelmingly happy that his wallet was about to become this terrifyingly thick!

Finally, the fierce bidding war ground to a slow, grinding halt at an absolutely staggering sum.

"Twenty five thousand spirit coins!"