My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 865: The Waiting List

Phei felt erratic and emotionally scrambled in a way he couldn’t quite name, there was a buzzing, restless disquiet that sat somewhere between embarrassment and irritation and couldn’t decide which one to commit to.

And the embarrassment was the strange part, because he genuinely didn’t know why he should be feeling it;

...he’d done nothing wrong and had walked away instead of arguing with her, choosing dignity.

He’d been the bigger man on a rooftop while a woman he didn’t know accused him of being a stalker in a building his money probably owned the whole night.

And yet...

The embarrassment was still there.

Because somewhere in the thirty seconds before walking away, Phei had been thinking about making a move on her.

’Of course friendly first — I am not an animal.’

He had technique and the range — but the trajectory had been clear in his mind.

The friendly introduction, the charm, the slow escalation, the banter that built heat, tension that would’ve tightened until something gave, and eventually, inevitably, the part where she was singing kumbaya while riding his cock on the bed of whatever suite the night pointed them toward.

’That had been the plan.’

...Unspoken, unformed, still mostly instinct and appetite but it had been thereassembling itself in the background of his thoughts, before the woman turned around and accused him of being a criminal before he’d opened his mouth.

’Turned down before I even attempted.’

He chuckled quietly at himself.

’Well it isn’t the worst way to get rejected.’

Some men got slapped or got drinks thrown in their faces while some men got publicly humiliated in restaurants while waiters pretended not to watch.

At least he’d been accused of a felony in private; at least the rooftop was empty and there were no cameras:-

That he knew of.

But then again, sometimes a bruised ego hurt worse than a palm across the cheek, didn’t a slap heal in minutes?

’The memory of walking away from a woman who’d mistaken you for vermin while your heartstrings were actively screaming at you to stay; that lingered and it has a texture.’

He chuckled again and shook his head.

Had his face and his goddess-conquering cock made him grow cocky?

’Lazy, even?’

Maybe the the relentless success when the women who melted, surrendered and looked at him with wet eyes and parted lips and the kind of desire that made a man feel invincible, had all that dulled whatever edge he’d once possessed when it came to the actual pursuit?

Maybe it had.

Or maybe — and this was closer to the truth, and considerably less flattering — he was simply spread too thin.

Because here were the women; an entire constellation of them, each one demanding a different kind of attention, each one at a different stage, each one carrying a different weight. And over there were the princesses he had to save from families that would sacrifice their own children.

And behind that was his own family, the Ryujin Tiamat and its quiet simmering chaos that he could feel brewing even from across the ocean. And behind that were the Legacies. The Progenitors; the Circle of Cowards, the Destined Day.

And above all of it — the One Above, cultivation, the brutal ongoing project of learning how to harness mana itself.

Phei had little to almost no time to sharpen his game.

And while his cock didn’t exactly rest — it had been, by any honest accounting, a busy instrument across these past weeks — and while his lustful journey had not paused for a single day since it began, Phei hadn’t exactly been giving it his all.

Case in point: the flight attendant.

Phei had let Cassiopeia handle that, delegating the seduction, outsourced the conquest, handing the playbook to his slave and let her run the operation because he couldn’t be everywhere at once and his cock, talented as it was, had not yet learned to bilocate.

Then there were the women already in his orbit who remained unfinished.

Delilah for one; she was already his woman, and already wearing the warmth of belonging — and he still hadn’t taken her first time. She was right there, willing and waiting; but Phei had simply not gotten around to it, which was either a testament to how chaotic his life had become or an indictment of his priorities that he preferred not to examine too closely.

Amber; same situation. His. Untaken. The Italian firecracker who had been orbiting him with increasing heat and decreasing patience, and he still hadn’t spread her open and made her scream on his cock than toys, in whatever beautiful language she defaulted to when her mind stopped working.

Elena; the little virgin succubus. Elena. The Ashford princess whose bloodline literally demanded she be devoured, while her very demeanor was practically begging for the thing he hadn’t given her yet and her eyes that looked at him with a hunger so pure and so confused it made his chest ache and his cock twitch in the same heartbeat.

Eira — who was always, always, shamelessly and vocally begging for it, whose mouth watered at the sight of him, who drooled — literally drooled, like a starving creature presented with a feast — whenever his cock made an appearance, and who had been out cold for hours because he’d used nothing but his mouth and his hands and she had crumbled like a civilisation that had overextended itself.

Yuki... for her, things would move slower.

Her wetness on his cock wouldn’t come so soon — the Tanaka princess carried a different pace, a different rhythm, and Phei respected that even as the anticipation built its own quiet pressure beneath his ribs.

And then there was Victoria.

’Ah... Victoria.

The girl who was literally bribing her way into his pants using a bottle of wine.

Vic looked at Phei with calculating eyes, warm, strategic, wanting; she and handed him a vintage worth more than most people’s cars as a down payment on what she intended to collect later.