Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 280: A Phantom’s Obsession

Mira’s mind was a storm of chaos, a tempest of emotions that refused to settle no matter how desperately she tried to calm herself. She sat alone in her quarters, fingers tracing the rim of her wineglass, the liquid inside untouched. The stillness of the room was a stark contrast to the turbulence within her.

No matter how much she tried to think of other things, her thoughts kept returning to him.

Pyris Obsidian.

The youngest CEO of the most powerful technological empire the world had ever seen, a man who ruled with an elegance that bordered on divine. Pyris didn’t just command a room when he entered it—he owned it, bending the very air to his will.

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But it wasn’t just his power or his status that made Mira feel this way. It was something deeper, something more primal, and that terrified her.

Mira’s Shadow body shifted uneasily in her chair, her form flickering as her emotions got the better of her. Pyris was not like anyone she had ever encountered before. His allure was beyond mortal comprehension, teetering on the edge of divine. There was something almost cruel about how perfect he was—his features impossibly handsome, his aura magnetic to the point of pain. His presence didn’t just demand attention; it commanded devotion.

The kind of devotion Mira had sworn she would never give to anyone.

But here she was, utterly consumed.

Whenever Pyris spoke, his voice carried a depth that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just the words he used, or the way his tone held an effortless authority—it was the way his presence seeped into every syllable. That deep, resonant voice seemed to bypass her ears and sink directly into her soul.

It left her trembling, unmoored, and desperate for more.

"Stop it," she whispered harshly to herself, her voice a brittle echo in the empty room.

But how could she? Pyris wasn’t just a man—he was a force. Every movement he made, every glance he threw her way, seemed designed to unmake her.

The sharp lines of his jaw, the smoldering intensity of his eyes, and that intoxicating scent he carried—a blend of lightning, fire, and something unearthly—all combined into a being that no god or immortal could rival.

His beauty was punishing, his allure a weapon he wielded without mercy at her.

"You’re so cruel to me Young Lord..."

Mira hated how he made her feel. Not just because it left her vulnerable, but because it made her question everything about herself. Pyris wasn’t her superior. Technically, they stood on equal footing in terms of power command and influence. And yet, every time he looked at her, Mira felt like she was shrinking, like she was nothing more than a shadow beneath the brilliance of his light.

She clenched her fingers around the armrests of her chair, her form darkening as she wrestled with her emotions. Her lips trembled as she thought back to their last interaction.

Pyris had leaned closer, his otherworldly face mere inches from hers. His gaze, smoldering and predatory, had locked onto hers, making it impossible to look away. And then, in that deep, commanding voice, he had said her name.

"Mira."

It was just her name, a simple acknowledgment. But the way he said it, the way it rolled off his tongue like a promise and a command, had left her breathless. His eyes had seemed to strip her bare, seeing through her defenses, through her very soul.

She had felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.

But it wasn’t just his voice. It was his very being. The aura of his Goddess blessing intertwined with the primal energy of his dragon heritage created a presence that was impossible to resist. It wasn’t fair. Pyris wasn’t a man—he was temptation incarnate, a living embodiment of desire.

And Mira, for all her strength and pride, was crumbling beneath the weight of it.

"This isn’t me," she muttered to herself, her voice trembling with a mixture of denial and desperation. "It’s this body. It’s only because I’m in my Shadow Body. If I were in my real body, this wouldn’t be happening. I wouldn’t feel this way. I wouldn’t…"

Her words trailed off, her denial faltering. The thought offered her some semblance of relief, however absurd it might have been. She clung to it, laughing bitterly under her breath. Yes, that had to be it. Her shadow body was more sensitive, more vulnerable to external forces.

Her real body—her true form—wouldn’t fall prey to Pyris’s charms. It couldn’t.

She closed her eyes, exhaling shakily as a small, self-deprecating smile crept onto her lips. "If I were in my real body," she murmured, "I’d be fine. Totally fine."

Even as she thought it, a part of her knew it wasn’t true. Pyris’s allure wasn’t something that could be escaped, no matter what form she took. He wasn’t just a man. He was a storm, a force of nature that swept through everything in his path, leaving destruction and obsession in his wake.

And Mira… Mira was caught in the eye of that storm.

Her fingers relaxed their grip on the chair as she leaned back, staring at the untouched glass of wine on the table. She hated this.

She hated how much power Pyris had over her, how much space he took up in her mind. She hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, that every glance, every word, every fleeting moment between them played over and over in her head like a tormenting melody.

But most of all, she hated herself.

She hated how much she wanted him. How much she craved his attention, his approval, his touch. It wasn’t just attraction—it was obsession, a maddening need that consumed her every waking thought. She wanted him, not just as a man, but as a god, as a force.

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She wanted to be the one who tamed the storm, who brought the dragon to its knees.

But she knew it was impossible.

Pyris wasn’t someone she could ever hope to possess. He was untouchable, unattainable, a being who existed on a plane far above her own. And yet, that knowledge only made her want him more.

Mira’s laugh was soft and bitter as she shook her head. "It’s just this body," she whispered again, as if repeating it would make it true. "It’s only because I’m in my Shadow Body. That’s all." She told herself.

But deep down, she knew the truth.

It didn’t matter what body she was in. Pyris had already claimed her—her thoughts, her desires, her very soul. And there was no escaping him.

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