My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 465: Three Days

They never left her apartment that day.

Not once.

Not for air, sunlight, food that required leaving the bed, or any of the small human excuses people use to pretend the world still exists outside four walls.

The Void Towers could have crumbled into the river below and Phei wouldn’t have noticed until the debris hit the mattress—and even then he’d have asked for five more minutes with her thighs wrapped around his ears.

Patricia Bloom declared it twice.

Once in the late afternoon, voice wrecked to gravel, face mashed into a pillow that still smelled like his shampoo, body shaking from something that had started as a lazy kiss on her shoulder and ended with her sobbing his name into navy sheets soaked dark with sweat and everything else.

“Best day,” she rasped, barely audible. “Best fucking day of my life.”

Again, at night—quieter, softer—curled against his chest on the sectional while Hell River glowed beyond the glass like liquid fire, takeaway containers scattered across the coffee table like casualties of a very well-fed war.

“Best day,” she murmured against his collarbone, lips brushing skin. “Best day of my entire life.”

He just pulled her closer. Kissed the top of her head.

Let the silence answer for him.

The next day they actually left.

Another proper date.

Sunlight.

Fresh air that didn’t taste like sex.

They walked along the river she’d stared at for years from floors up but never once touched.

He watched her kick off her sandals, step into the shallows, and freeze when cold water hit her ankles—eyes going wide, young, startled, like the river had just whispered her real name for the first time.

He filed that expression away in the vaulted part of his brain reserved for things worth protecting forever.

They ate somewhere small and quiet. Talked about nothing that mattered. Laughed at things that weren’t funny.

Came back to the apartment.

Didn’t leave again until morning.

Three days.

Three days in a dark-blue apartment on the twenty-seventh floor of the Void Towers with a woman who’d started as his chemistry teacher and ended as something he didn’t have a clean word for yet.

On the second day, her phone buzzed.

She picked it up. Frowned. Tapped the notification.

Then went very, very still.

“Phei.”

“Mmm?”

“Why did your aunt just add me to a group chat called—” She squinted at the screen. Read the name.

Taboo Harem?

Went pink from collarbones to hairline in under three seconds.

Phei didn’t look up from the book he’d pulled off her shelf. “Welcome to the family.”

The messages were already flooding in.

Sierra:YOU’VE HAD HIM FOR TWO DAYS, TEACHER???

Maddie:Two days. TWO. Some of us are literally starving over here.

Melissa:Patricia. Welcome. Now send him home before these girls burn my penthouse down.

Patricia stared at the screen. Read every message they sent afterwards. Read them again… as Delilah joined the battle for Phei Rights!

Then pressed the phone face-down on the nightstand, buried her face in his chest, and made a small, muffled sound that was half mortification, half delighted panic.

“They’re terrifying,” she said into his shirt.

“You get used to it.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

She laughed—small, flustered, delighted despite herself.

The blush hadn’t faded.

Now a parent/guardian and her students knew she was fucking her student!

If anything, the blush just deepened, spreading down her neck and across her shoulders like a sunburn earned entirely from embarrassment and the sudden, dizzying realisation that she was now part of something.

Something real.

Something that had a group chat and apparently no chill.

On the third day from the very night he’d claimed his woman, Main Paradise woke up.

The strange, breathless lockdown that had settled over the community after his awakening—the pause where no one quite knew what rules still applied—lifted like fog burning off the river.

Gates opened.

Cars moved.

The machinery of wealth, power, and carefully maintained appearances ground back to life.

Ashford Elite Academy was on a sudden week’s holiday.

Dravenna’s decree—no explanation offered, none required.

When the Dean said the school was closed, you said yes ma’am and found something else to do with your week.

Students scattered to mansions and islands.

Staff exhaled.

Campus went ghost-quiet.

The girls had stayed home.

Maddie went to the penthouse. Spent her days with Melissa—the three of them with Delilah in the particular harmony Phei still found slightly surreal.

His women: his aunt, cousin and woman!

The bright chaos and the composed steel. They cooked together. Talked about things he wasn’t privy to.

Laughed at jokes he’d never hear.

Melissa had taken to Maddie the way a lioness takes to the cub that refuses to stop climbing on her head—exasperated, fond, protective in a way she’d deny if asked.

Delilah and Sienna had Victoria. The three sisters in Victoria’s space, navigating the strange new terrain of their relationships without Phei there to anchor them while Maddie joined in at times.

He didn’t know exactly what they talked about. Didn’t ask. Some things needed room to breathe without him standing in the middle.

Sierra stayed home.

Her parents still hadn’t approved. Not the relationship exactly—but the shape of it.

The harem.

The arrangement that had gone from whispered rumour to open scandal across Main Paradise in weeks.

It was one thing when their daughter dated the mysterious boy who’d turned into a god overnight and made every head at Ashford swivel.

It was another when they learnt that the boy’s harem included his aunt, his cousin, and—as all of Main Paradise now knew—Maddie.

They didn’t know about the rest. Didn’t know the boy their daughter loved had fucked one of the Paradise Empresses. And that Dragoness of Ashford herself was his Mate.

If that particular detail ever hit the gossip channels, Paradise wouldn’t just talk—it would detonate.

But the harem they did know about was scandalous enough.

The sheer magnitude.

Not just multiple women—which Paradise could tolerate quietly behind closed doors, the way it tolerated everything else that contradicted its polished surface—but the nature of them.

His aunt. His cousin.

The taboo of it.

The brazen, unapologetic reality that Phei Ryujin Tiamat was building something that broke every rule Paradise had spent centuries pretending to uphold.

Phei didn’t give a shit what other families thought.

But he gave a shit about Sierra’s parents.

He gave a shit because Sierra gave a shit. Because the girl who’d chosen him—who’d fought for him, who’d stood beside him when standing beside him meant standing against her own family’s comfort—deserved not to be torn in half.

So, when their butler called—formal, polite, the carefully neutral tone of a household that had decided to address the situation like civilised people—and invited him to dinner at the estate, with Melissa’s presence required as his legal guardian—

He said yes.

In the next few days, he was going to sit across a table from Sierra’s mother and father, look them in the eye, and make his case.

Not for permission. He wasn’t asking permission.

But for understanding.

For the chance to show them that what he was building wasn’t chaos dressed up as love—it was something they’d never seen before, it was real, and their daughter was safe inside it.

Melissa would be there as they’d asked. Composed. Commanding.

In just a few days.

But for now, there was something more interesting.