My Taboo Harem!

“I don’t know how to feel about any of this,” Valentina gestured helplessly at Phei beneath her, her heavy tits shifting with the motion in ways that made his cock twitch with immediate, hungry interest.

“And now he’s doing the same thing. Looking at me like I just inherited a kingdom instead of got fired for being a slut.”

Maddie scoffed—loud, dramatic, utterly shameless.

“Girl, please. Don’t act like you’re not absolutely thrilled by all of this.” She pointed directly at Valentina’s position—curled in Phei’s arms like a cat who had found the warmest, most fuckable spot in the house and had zero intention of ever moving.

“You’re literally trying to burrow into his chest right now to hide the excitement. We can all see it. Your nipples are hard through that shirt, by the way. Dead giveaway.”

Laughter rippled through the room—warm, teasing, and laced with that affectionate cruelty only family could pull off.

Valentina buried her face deeper into Phei’s shirt, her blush spreading like wildfire down her neck and across the generous swell of her cleavage. “Can’t I be allowed to react like losing my job actually hurts? Just for five minutes?”

Yeah, this woman is cute.

“Nope.” Maddie popped the ‘p’ with vicious glee. “Not when you’re complaining about having to live with Phei forever. Girl, I could kill a devil for that kind of arrangement. Literally. If God himself appeared right now and said ‘Murder one demon and you get to move in permanently,’ I would ask him which devil, whether I could use a knife or had to go bare-handed, and if I could film it for the group chat.”

“You know you’re old enough to rebel against your parents the way Sierra just did.” Sienna’s voice cut through the room like a razor through silk—cold, flat, and utterly devoid of patience for Maddie’s theatrical suffering.

“Stop whining. Will you?”

She stood from her seat with the icy-robot grace of a woman who had endured quite enough nonsense for one evening, then walked away from the living room without looking back.

Her footsteps faded down the hallway toward the private quarters, leaving behind a silence that was somehow both awkwardly delicious and deeply amusing.

Three seconds passed.

“That ice robot!” Maddie threw her hands up in exasperated defeat. “She’s so—she’s—she just—ugh!”

The others were hiding laughter behind their hands—stealing chuckles like thieves, exchanging glances that confirmed they had witnessed this exact dynamic many times before and still found it endlessly entertaining.

Maya leaned toward Ms. Bloom, silver hair swaying with the motion, and whispered just loud enough for nearby ears to catch: “Sienna’s my favorite character in this whole circus.”

Ms. Bloom raised an elegant eyebrow. Her finger pointed directly at Phei. “He’s mine.”

Maya rolled her eyes with theatrical exhaustion. “Of course he is. Men with harems are everyone’s favorite.”

Phei had thought he’d be sleeping with Sierra tonight.

Or Valentina—who still needed comfort after the family restructuring. Or both of them tangled together in his sheets, finding solace in closeness, warmth, and the particular healing that came from being held by someone who would burn the world down to protect you.

But apparently, his bed wasn’t his anymore.

All of his women had gathered in conspiracy—a plot hatched in whispers and knowing glances while he’d been obliviously processing apocalyptic revelations about progenitors and prophecies.

Melissa. Maddie. Sierra. Delilah. Valentina. Ms. Bloom. Maya.

Seven women.

Every single one of them had dressed in nightwear specifically engineered to drive him out of his mind and straight into cardiac arrest.

Melissa wore silk the color of midnight that hugged her curves like a desperate lover—the fabric so thin her nipples pressed against it like dark, begging peaks that practically screamed for his mouth.

Maddie had chosen something lacy and criminally short, her thick thighs on full display, the shadow between her legs barely hidden by fabric that was more suggestion than actual garment.

Sierra’s nightgown was innocent in design but obscene in execution—white cotton that turned see-through where it clung to her skin, outlining the perfect swell of her tits, the dip of her waist, the flare of hips he had already mapped with greedy hands.

Delilah wore a camisole that had officially given up on containing her heavy breasts, the lace barely covering her nipples like it was personally offended by the job.

Valentina had selected something that was technically sleepwear but functioned as a straight-up invitation to sin—shorts that rode up her soft thighs and left nothing to the imagination.

Ms. Bloom looked like she’d stepped out of a lingerie catalog designed to bankrupt men and ruin marriages. Maya’s silver hair spilled across shoulders left bare by a top that seemed held together by nothing more than hope and two dangerously thin straps.

They made him hard.

So hard it hurt.

And then they climbed into his bed—his bed, the very same bed where he had fucked most of them stupid—and arranged themselves in a glorious pile of feminine warmth, soft curves, knowing smiles, and absolutely shameless cruelty.

“Girls’ night,” Melissa announced, her voice dripping with amused sadism. “You can sleep in the guest room.”

“We’re off limits tonight,” Maddie added, stretching against the pillows in a way that made her tits shift and sway beneath thin lace like they were putting on a private show. “No boys allowed. House rules.”

“But—” Phei started.

“Goodnight!” came the chorus of seven voices, sweet as poison and twice as deadly, and the bedroom door was firmly shut in his face with a soft, final click that sounded suspiciously like the universe laughing at his expense.

He stood frozen in the hallway for a long moment—painfully hard, deeply betrayed, his cock throbbing angrily against the unforgiving fabric of his pants with absolutely nowhere to go.

And despite the apocalypse quietly brewing on the horizon, the blood-soaked prophecies demanding their due, and ancient, monstrous beings slowly stirring awake from their long, hungry slumber…

He was grinning like a lovestruck idiot.

My women, ridiculous, wonderful, completely infuriating women.

Victoria and Sienna had already returned to their unit on the fifty-second floor. Cassiopeia had vanished into the night for “business”—the kind of shadowy, blood-stained midnight errands he had learned never to ask about. Some mysteries were better left deliciously untouched… and dripping.

He was just about to resign himself to a cold, lonely night in the guest room—left with nothing but his right hand for company since his women had clearly staged a full harem mutiny just to torture him—when his phone buzzed.

Elena: Thank you for inviting me.

He smiled, thumbs flying across the screen with wicked intent.

Phei: Of course. And since I’m determined to make you mine, dear Virgin Succubus, I might as well start inviting you to places where you’ll have nowhere left to run when I finally decide to claim you.

The reply came almost instantly.

Elena: Dream on. No way you’re fucking me with the same cock that took my mom. 🙈

Phei didn’t even hesitate. He found the perfect GIF—two women on their knees sharing one thick cock between them, tongues sliding and meeting around the swollen shaft with shameless hunger—and sent it without mercy.

Elena: That is hot though🔥

Phei: So you’re admitting that sucking my cock together with your mother would be hot?

Elena: I mean… it’s something I’ve been thinking about ever since I found out about you two.

Phei: You’re sick. 😈

Elena: Says the man building a harem that already includes his aunt and cousins and is about to collect multiple mother-daughter pairs like some kind of twisted Pokémon master.

Phei: Fair enough.

Then:

Elena: By the way, are you with mom right now?

Phei considered the question carefully, balancing truth, comfort, and exactly what Elena needed to hear.

Phei: Yes. Sleep tight and don’t worry. I’ll take care of her. She’s sleeping now. Tomorrow is a big day.

The conversation ended.

Phei slipped his phone away and spoke softly into the empty air beside him.

“Eira. Where is Goddess?”

His fairy companion materialized in a swirl of shimmering cold light, her translucent form hovering at eye level. The knowing, entertained smirk on her face made it crystal clear she had been thoroughly enjoying the show.

“She’s in a hotel room,” Eira reported. “Currently contemplating whether she should call you or not. She’s leaking and dripping down her thighs, Master. Soaking straight through her expensive panties while she wonders if begging you to come fuck her senseless would make her seem like a desperate whore.”

Phei let out a low, warm chuckle, thick with genuine affection for the powerful woman currently tormenting herself over nothing.

“After all, she did book a hotel room instead of going home. Any woman of her status would think she’s behaving like a high-class slut.” He shook his head slowly, his grin widening. “Ah~ my goddess is still so cute and adorably innocent, isn’t she, Eira?”

Eira rolled her translucent eyes with the weary exhaustion of a companion who had witnessed far too many of her master’s conquests and found the whole circus exhausting.

“Wait until she fully awakens as a succubus. Now go and fuck her before she dies of loneliness and sexual frustration.”