My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 405: Spotless and Zero Fears to Consequences

Phei emerged from the private bedroom spotless.

Not a single drop of blood marred his skin, his clothes, or his hair.

The black frost that had cloaked him inside had receded like a tide, leaving only the faint chill that clung to the air around him — the way a storm leaves the smell of ozone long after the lightning stops.

He carried Emily in a careful princess carry — her head resting inside his warm embracive chest, arms limp across his chest, legs draped over his forearm.

Eira had already drawn the aphrodisiac poison from her system; the fevered flush was gone, replaced by pale exhaustion and shallow, even breaths… she’d completely healed Emily to absolute perfection.

She slept deeply, unaware.

She weighed nothing in his arms.

That was the thing that hit him hardest. Not the bruises, not the blood, not even the torn dress bunched around her waist that he’d carefully pulled down to cover her before he lifted her.

It was the weight.Or the lack of it. Emily Hartwell — the girl who managed his schedule, organised his fan club, stood between him and chaos with a clipboard and a glare — weighed nothing.

Was nothing, physically.

A small person in a world of large predators, and they’d broken her like snapping a pencil because they could.

Something behind his chest and soul tightened. Not rage — he’d spent that inside.

Something quieter. Colder. A feeling that didn’t burn out because it wasn’t fire. It was permafrost.

The hallway outside was a frozen tableau.

The lackeys — beaten boys and girls alike — hadn’t moved an inch since he’d told them to go. The ones he’d broken still lay where they fell: some curled fetal, clutching ruined crotches, others slumped against walls, faces ashen and slick with cold sweat.

Or maybe they’d come back again?

He was sure as much as he didn’t care about the background NPCs.

The girls who’d fled earlier hadn’t returned, hadn’t screamed for help, hadn’t whispered to security or called their parents.

The entire corridor was silent except for the soft, terrified wheezing of those still conscious.

They hadn’t dared.

Phei paused for half a second, amethyst eyes sweeping the scene.

He understood instantly.

The full weight of his Dominance Aura at Level 10 had branded them.

The system had been clear: once a man tasted the complete pressure, the fear became permanent. They would shiver at the mere sight of him for the rest of their lives.

And these were not warriors, not legacies — just teenagers who’d chosen the wrong door to guard. The screams that had leaked from the bedroom — high, wet, inhuman — had been reminder enough.

They knew now: this was Main Paradise business. They, as Downtown rich assholes had no place in it, and crossing Phei further would only accelerate their own erasure.

He didn’t care if the girls had told anyone. The fate of Aiden, Anderson, and Zack wouldn’t change either way.

He shifted Emily higher in his arms, tucking her head more securely under his chin. She sighed softly in her sleep, cheek pressing against his collarbone.

Eira floated at his shoulder, wings humming low.

“Master,” she chirped, voice sweet but edged with ancient knowing, “aren’t you worried about the consequences?”

Phei didn’t answer.

He simply kept walking.

Behind him, the lackeys exhaled in ragged, collective relief as his footsteps receded — shaking, silent, grateful to still be breathing.

Honestly, Phei no longer cared about consequences.

Not from the legacy families. Not from the school. Not from the city’s power structure.

Only one name still carried weight in his mind: Consort’s Master. The One Above.

The three boys inside had been under that man’s shadow, yes — but Phei had already calculated the hierarchy.

The fact that the One Above had allowed him to walk free, allowed him to act, meant something. It meant Phei served a greater purpose in whatever grand design was unfolding. Between him and the Seven Main Legacy boys, the scales had already tipped.

Anyone with eyes could see who benefited the One Above more.

As for the families… they could only touch him through law, through proxies, through money.

Let them try.

He soothed a hand over Emily’s hair, fingers gentle against the tangled strands—

She was filed in his mind under a quiet, possessive label: his own.

Not yet claimed, not yet his in full — but the want was there, sharp and undeniable. What they’d tried to do to her — drug her, break her, use her — deserved far more than a ruined face, castrated cock, and cut wrists.

He wasn’t done with them.

Not even close.

He descended the curving staircase to the lower VIP level. Maddie and Sierra waited near the velvet rope entrance, faces pale, eyes wide with worry. The moment they saw Emily cradled in his arms, they exhaled in shaky relief — but the tension didn’t leave their shoulders.

Their eyes moved from Emily’s face to Phei’s hands.

His knuckles were clean. Unmarked. Not a scratch.

They looked at Emily’s face again — and then back at those perfect, unmarked hands cuddling her, and something passed between them.

The understanding that whatever Phei had done to the boys who’d caused those injuries had been so thorough, so complete, that his own body hadn’t even registered it as effort.

“She’s okay?” Maddie whispered.

“Sleeping,” Phei said simply.

Sierra bit her lip. Her eyes were wet but she wasn’t crying. Sierra Montgomery didn’t cry in hallways. She stored it. Filed it away in whatever compartment she kept the things that hurt too much to process in public.

“What did you… do to them, Phei? It better be worse, Phei! It better BE.”

Phei didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough.

Maddie glanced down the club. The bass had gone quiet — someone had killed the music, or maybe the club was shutting down, or maybe the world had simply decided that sound didn’t belong in this moment.

The crimson lights still pulsed, but slower now, like a heartbeat winding down.

“Delilah and Maya aren’t here. Most of the princesses and the other Main Legacies got called back — emergency family meetings. Maya disappeared too. Said she had something to handle.”

Phei’s gaze sharpened slightly. “You two?”

Sierra nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. We’re… probably going too. Our parents just got back. They heard. About us. About you.”

Maddie’s eyes glistened. “It’s going to be hell at home for a while.”