My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

The announcer's voice boomed through the arena:

"From the northern blood fields… the Champion of the Black Herd… KRAAG THE BONEBREAKER!"

A ten-foot-tall centaur entered the stage, its upper body thick with muscle, and its lower half was armored like a living tank.

Its eyes glowed red, and it held a giant axe almost as big as a tree trunk. The weapon was covered in glowing runes filled with dark energy.

The crowd roared.

"KRAAG!"

"KRAAG!"

"KRAAG!"

"And now… stepping into the ring— Heir to the throne…Son of Queen Hailey, the Dragon Queen… and Inheritor of the strongest bloodline of our Overlord !"

The crowd leaned forward.

"Born from violet flame… here comes the one and only, Ashley Aurelius!"

Thunderous cheers exploded from the arena.

"ASHLEY!"

"ASHLEY!"

"ASHLEY!"

From the shadowed corridor, he stepped into the light.

Black and purple hair flicked to the side as he raised his head. His long violet coat swayed behind him, and the elegant, curved horn on his forehead gleamed like polished obsidian.

His violet eyes scanned the battlefield with disdain. He was already bored.

Kraag roared, the sound rattling the walls as he pawed at the ground, ready to charge.

Ashley… yawned. "Let's get this over with."

BOOOM!

The signal flare launched skyward.

Kraag charged, and swung the axe in a downward arc that could crush a small mountain.

Ashley raised one hand.

CLANG!

He caught the axe.

The impact created a shockwave—but the young dragon didn't budge an inch.

His hand tightened around the blade, and cracks raced down the steel like lightning. With one twist—

SNAP!

The axe shattered.

Silence filled the arena.

Everyone—spectators, judges, even the announcers—watched with wide eyes.

Kraag was still gripping the handle of his broken weapon, chest heaving with rage and confusion. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

And Ashley?

He just stood there.

Then—

He threw a punch.

Just a single, casual punch straight forward.

And in that instant—

Kraag's body was riddled with holes.

Dozens of them.

Perfectly circular, clean, and bloodless—as if space itself had been erased from within him.

Ashley exhaled softly, turning his back to the centaur without a second glance. "It's over,"

Piece by piece, like shattered glass, the remains of the demon warrior fell apart. All disintegrating into dust and scattering in the wind.

It was too one-sided. Even the most battle-hardened warriors in the audience stared in silence.

Because that wasn't a fight. It was an execution.

Ashley walked calmly toward the arena exit, his horn still glowing faintly with violet light.

Every step he took echoed like a drumbeat.

And somewhere in the upper stands, one of the announcers finally whispered:

"...Is he even beatable?"

High above the roaring stadium, in a grand chamber wrapped in crystal glass and lined with velvet banners, the VIP room overlooked the arena like a throne in the heavens.

There sat the Three Queens—rulers of their respective territory.

Queen Lucy Aurelius, regal and calm, watched with a glass of red wine in her hand. Her blood-red eyes were thoughtful, but unreadable.

Beside her hovered Queen Mirelyn, the radiant Fairy Queen, legs crossed daintily midair, wings fluttering slowly as she chewed on a candied blossom.

She wore a faint smile—amused, but not deeply interested.

But it was Queen Hailey, the Dragon Queen, who broke the silence.

Her violet eyes were fixed on the arena's exit tunnel where her son had just vanished.

"Why is he so different from his father…" she murmured, almost to herself.

Mirelyn tilted her head. "Well, he is very talented like Asher. That much is certain."

Hailey nodded slowly. "Yes… too talented. "

Seeing her dilemma, Lucy finally spoke.

"He's a pure-blooded dragon. So it's only natural that he acts differently. Arrogance or not—it's in his nature."

It was Lucy's honest opinion because she didn't know that Hailey was a psychopath before becoming a half dragon.

Who would have thought that the queen considered the nicest and most approachable was actually a serial killer when she was still human?

But that was already in the past—and she only killed people who tried to take advantage of her.

Hailey leaned back slightly in her chair. Maybe this was also why she was worried—afraid that her son inherited that side of her.

"I just worry he'll grow up more twisted. I mean… they might look like teenagers now—but they're only six years old."

Born of royalty and shaped by divine and demonic bloodlines, their bodies had matured at an unnatural pace.

Their minds, too, had grown quickly, absorbing knowledge and experience like sponges.

In human terms, they were closer to twenty—in both appearance and mental development.

This was especially true for Ashley and Ash.

Ashley, molded by dragon pride and sheer potential, carried himself like a conqueror.

Ash, the heir to demon royalty, bore the pressure of being a leader someday.

Mirelyn casually twirled a glowing petal between her fingers while speaking.

"Speaking of him…" she smiled lightly, "I think Ash is closer to Asher. In both appearance and personality. Do you agree?"

Both Hailey and Lucy nodded. There wasn't much to debate.

Ash resembled his father—not just in looks, but in presence, in the way he carried himself, and how he avoided doing anything unnecessary.

Hailey rested her chin on her palm, staring wistfully through the glass wall of the VIP chamber.

"I wonder when darling will come back," she sighed, cheeks puffing into a gentle pout. "He didn't even know he left behind children…"

Her voice trailed off, part sorrow, part frustration, and a touch of longing. " I miss our wild nights together."

That comment made the other two queens blush.

Mirelyn quickly looked away, pretending to fix her hair, while Lucy took a sudden, long sip of wine—far longer than necessary.

"Mind your wording, Hailey. You're a queen," Lucy cleared her throat—but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

Hailey only shrugged, unapologetic. "What? I'm honest."

The trio started giggling and laughing, their voices echoing lightly through the lavish VIP chamber.

But behind their smiles… behind their titles and poise…

All three queens shared the same silent wish.

That one day, he would return.