My Taboo Harem!

The presence of Aunt Cassiopeia in the penthouse alongside the entire harem—without the quiet threat simmering in her eyes, the coiled violence humming beneath every word and the choking dread that had once poisoned the dinner air like invisible toxin—was a statement louder than any victory speech could ever be.

The threat had been neutralized. Completely. Beautifully. Hilariously.

They still didn’t know how Phei had done it. They didn’t know what unholy bargains had been struck in shadowed rooms or what depraved scenes had unfolded behind closed doors.

But somehow, impossibly, magnificently, he had transformed the woman who arrived ready to destroy them all into an apron-wearing ally currently standing in their kitchen, humming softly while learning the terrifying art of domesticity.

Like an assassin playing house and trading her blades for spatulas.

Dark comedy at its finest of the same hands that had once threatened to bind him were now chopping vegetables with what one could only hope was equal dedication.

Somewhere in the cosmos, the gods of irony were doubled over, pissing themselves laughing—probably while sharpening a knife just in case.

Melissa Delilah, Victoria, and Sienna had returned to the Sovereign Tower.

The Maxton sisters—or rather, the newly christened Tiamat women, now that the divorce had finally severed the rotting chains that once bound them to Harold’s cursed name—were home again.

And Cassiopeia was cooking them dinner.

They had no idea of the true price that had been paid.

They didn’t know it had taken Phei burying his cock deep in her needy, desperate cunt, flooding her womb with thick ropes of his seed while she screamed her complete and utter submission into silk pillows and she now wore his mark—branded not just on her body but on her very soul, bound to him in ways far darker and more permanent than mere alliance or affection.

But they didn’t need to know, did they?

Let them marvel at the miracle and whisper about the impossible of me taming of a monster. The delicious truth would reveal itself in time, probably with Cassiopeia on her knees again.

Right now, the entire family was scattered across the penthouse living room in a state of luxurious, comfortable chaos.

The Ryujin Tiamat women lounged like a pride of thoroughly satisfied lionesses.

Melissa was draped across an armchair with the lazy, sated grace of a woman who had been fucked senseless with Sierra in the parking lot before they climbed up, and was still riding the afterglow, her dangerous curves barely contained by a sundress that threatened to commit several public indecency violations with every shift of her hips.

Delilah curled on the floor cushions, her hot thighs tucked beneath her, the heavy, mouth-watering swell of her tits straining beautifully against a top that was one glorious size too small.

Victoria perched on the arm of the couch with that signature aristocratic posture, her impressive rack defying both gravity and good taste with the arrogant confidence of youth and elite genetics, Sienna next to her.

Sierra on the other hand sat pressed tightly against Phei’s side, her ice-blue eyes still quietly processing the emotional earthquakes of the day—the explosive dinner, the screaming match with her father, the life-altering decision to abandon the only home she’d ever known for the arms of a boy who made her feel equal parts terrified and electrified.

Yet peace had finally settled across her features. The peaceful expression of a woman who had taken the leap and discovered the fall felt more like flying… then had a threesome in the car.

Perfect life!

There was also Maya, present as always, she had never left and never intended to, her silver hair catching the warm light like liquid moonlight, her calm, mysterious presence now an accepted and comforting fixture no one dared question anymore.

“I’ll be staying you from now on,” she had announced earlier.

Delilah had nearly vibrated out of her skin with pure, unfiltered excitement—an enthusiasm that still hadn’t faded, judging by the way she kept stealing giddy glances at Sierra like a kid who’d just received the exact present she’d been praying for under the tree.

Maddie, naturally, had very strong opinions about this new living arrangement.

“So, she gets the full waifu treatment, huh?” the chaos gremlin pouted, gesturing theatrically at Sierra with the dramatic outrage of a woman who had elevated professional complaining into performance art

Her heavy tits swayed hypnotically beneath a top that seemed engineered specifically to cause traffic accidents.

“Living here full-time. Sleeping in the master bedroom. Meanwhile, I’m stuck doing pathetic little sleepovers like some kind of discount side character wife on probation. Next thing you know, you’ll be handing me a punch card for orgasms—buy ten, get one free.”

Phei laughed warmly and deep slicing cleanly through the lingering tension that had been crushing his chest since Roxanne’s revelations.

He pulled Maddie close and kissed her.

It started soft, almost tender, a gentle acknowledgment of her ridiculous dramatics.

Then it deepened as his tongue claimed hers with practiced hunger, his hand fisting in her hair as he devoured her mouth like a man who knew exactly how she sounded and tasted when she shattered beneath him.

Maddie let out small, needy whimpers against his lips—sounds that reminded every woman in the room exactly why they were all addicted to this man.

When he finally released her, Maddie’s pout had melted into a dazed, cock-drunk expression.

Then her chaos energy came roaring back like a demon that had only been temporarily exorcised.

“You know what?” She straightened up, eyes sparkling with that special brand of beautiful madness that made her both the most dangerous and most entertaining woman in any room. “I’ve made an executive decision. I’m starting a rebellion. The Paradise Princess Rebellion. Our holy mission: to kidnap ourselves and move into Phei’s harem permanently.”

She struck a dramatic revolutionary pose—one fist raised high, chest thrust forward proudly, chin tilted like she was addressing loyal troops on the eve of glorious battle.

“Who’s with me? Who wants to overthrow the patriarchy by riding one very specific future patriarch into the fucking ground? Bonus points if we do it on his dining table!”

The room erupted into laughter—the healing kind that stitched broken people back together and turned a gathering of traumatized Legacy refugees into something that actually felt like family. Or at least the world’s most fucked-up, horny, and oddly wholesome version of it.

Even Cassiopeia’s sharp chuckle drifted in from the kitchen, dark and surprisingly warm.

Who could think what this funny, chaos gremlin actually was?

Ms. Bloom observed the scene from her corner of the couch, elegant and untouchable, arranged with the effortless grace of a woman who answered to absolutely no one.

She remained gloriously independent, drifting in and out of Phei’s orbit as she pleased—fucking him when the mood struck, then vanishing back into her own life without apology or explanation.

Phei wanted to ask her to stay permanently. The words kept forming on his tongue only to die there, murdered by the strong suspicion that she valued her freedom and wasn’t ready for full 24/7 harem.

He would ask eventually. When the moment felt right.

Or when I am buried inside her and she is too blissed out to refuse, hehe~

But aside from Sierra, another woman was about to become a permanent resident in his growing collection.

And though it was probably morally questionable to feel such savage delight at her misfortune, Valentina getting fired was easily the best thing that had happened to her all week… they’d all said.

She was curled against his chest now, her soft body warm and pliant against him, her dark hair spilling across his shirt like spilled ink on fresh paper.

Her hot toned curves pressed into him with every breath—the delicious weight of her heavy tits molding against his ribs, the heat of her thighs tangled intimately with his legs, the faint, unmistakable scent of her arousal drifting up because being this close to him did filthy, uncontrollable things to her body.

“These people are certifiably insane,” Valentina announced to the room at large, her voice pitched with the particular energy of a woman who knew she should be devastated but couldn’t quite manage it.

She pointed an accusing finger across the living room at Melissa. “That woman right there? When I told her I got fired because I was romantically involved with a resident of the Sovereign Tower, you know what she did?”

Melissa’s lips curved into a smile that contained absolutely zero remorse and quite a lot of savage satisfaction.

“She bought me a cake at the cafe.” Valentina’s voice climbed an octave, dripping with disbelief. “A celebration cake. With frosting that said, ‘Welcome to Unemployment.’ Who the hell does that?”

“Someone who understands that your job was getting in the way of far more important activities,” Melissa replied smoothly, not missing a beat. “Like riding my nephew’s cock until your legs stop working.”