Harem System In A fantasy World

Putting aside the exhausting affair, Elion let everyone else relax and make themselves at home.

"As for me," he said with a proud smile, "I am going to take a tour of this flying house."

He had yet to take a proper look at the corridor across the room that led to the other spaces. From the control panel, he had already confirmed that the rooms were just basic additions.

Basic, of course, according to the Ark’s ridiculous standards.

A couple of bedrooms, five, specifically, each with its own fitted bathroom:

A spacious kitchen.

One large workshop, which was also the largest room on the ship.

And a reinforced training room that came with all sorts of basic equipment, including dummy weapons, humanoid dolls, and several other things he would have to properly examine.

This damned ship was a freaking bargain!

What did it mean he was getting a training room with sentient, spirit-controlled humanoid dolls!?

’Fucking awesome, that’s what!’

At this point, he was going to have to make the Ark his main home, with all these useful fittings at tier one?

Elion thought this excitedly as he stepped up the slightly raised platform leading toward the corridor.

"Can I come along?" Isla’s shy voice echoed softly behind him, but he heard it as clear as day.

Elion looked back at her with a smile and outstretched his hand. "Of course."

Isla almost jumped to her feet. Her expression brightened instantly, earning a few soft chuckles from the others.

At that moment, Elion realised that he had been a fool. Isla probably needed him the most out of everyone here.

Yes, he had planned to take her out for a date before he was unexpectedly distracted, but that was no excuse for not giving her the attention she deserved.

’I need to be more considerate in the future.’

Not just of her, but of every single one of his women. Since he had decided to have such a big harem, he might as well do it right and meet all their needs.

He would not allow himself to half-ass anything from now on. He thought that quietly as Isla’s rough, small hand slipped into his own.

For a brief moment, Elion looked into her ocean-blue eyes, and she looked into his as well. Her cheeks quickly turned a vibrant shade of pink, and she quickly looked down at the floor.

Elion smiled softly.

After excusing themselves, the two of them left the control room. The others watched them go with varying expressions.

A knowing smile slowly made its way onto Mira’s face.

"Who else thinks they are going to end up doing something naughty as soon as they are alone?" she asked teasingly.

Tessa and Zenith both raised their hands without wasting a second.

Aria’s mouth fell open as she realised that she had been a bit too slow to act.

’Fuuuuck! Isla beat me to it!’ That could have been her right there, alone with Elion if only for a moment.

The chance itself was exceedingly rare to achieve these days, seeing as there was always someone hanging around him at every moment. In the end, she only scoffed and crossed her arms without voicing her displeasure.

’I just have to be quicker next time.’

Meanwhile, Dorian’s brow and lips twitched as he pretended he had not heard anything.

’What an odd group of people you have entangled yourself with, Celeste.’ He shook his head inwardly.

Unfortunately, a far more unhinged thought slipped into his mind. ’On that note, how did Elion manage to give Celeste a child so quickly?’

It was an innocent thought, at least, to him.

He had not thought to ask Lucius or his sister about it, but it was no secret that Lucius and Lilith had been having trouble producing another heir thanks to the nature of their bloodline, which made conception incredibly difficult.

So how potent did one’s seed have to be to impregnate someone like Celeste, who possessed a similarly powerful bloodline?

It could not be that they had simply been indulging in the act so frequently and hoping that the seed would eventually take root, right?

Dorian immediately shook the thought away when he realised he was being sidetracked by something so inappropriate.

However, when he looked back toward the four ladies seated comfortably on the plush seats, a tingle crawled up his spine.

His gaze met Zenith’s. She had been looking at him with a not-so-normal gaze.

Why did it look like she had some sort of despicable plan cooking in her mind to make him suffer?

’Did I do something to offend her?’

Dorian thought inwardly, frowning.

"So, Dorian," Zenith began.

Dorian immediately calmed himself and put on a blank expression.

"Tell me more about this clan of yours," Zenith continued, her smile almost innocent. "What duties do you plan to bestow upon our husband? Surely you do not plan to disrespect my Lord Husband by giving him some lowly task far beneath his station, do you?"

Her tone was light, and her smile was far too pleasant, but Dorian suddenly felt as though he had unknowingly involved himself in something he should never have.

’Heavens help us all.’ With a grimace, he walked back to his seat among the "wonderful" ladies. ’Deflect as much as you can.’

That was the only thought in his mind as he dropped into his seat.

Meanwhile, Elion and Isla walked side by side through the immaculate, brightly lit corridor.

Her hand was still inside his, and Elion had no intention of letting go anytime soon if he could help it.

They were not far from the control room yet, so he had heard some of what Mira said behind them, but he did not plan to push Isla that far unless she asked him to.

Looking down at Isla from this new point of view was still rather odd. He was not quite used to it yet, but now most people looked small to him from this towering height.

If he had to say, the biggest advantage of being so much taller, so far, was that he could see quite a generous portion of the upper part of Isla’s small breasts.

She was currently wearing a loose-fitting, silky blue dress, with straps on either shoulder that connected with the cups that held her delicate mounds in place, along with her brassiere, and of course, he could also see the straps of her white bra thanks to that.

He diverted his gaze away from her breasts when he realised that he was staring for too long, and looked at her exposed small shoulders instead.

Her build was impossibly petite, and her reserved posture just made the whole thing worse, making her even smaller than she already was.

Putting everything into perspective, Elion could say that Isla had to have the most delicate frame among his women, apart from Celeste of course; that woman was just plain tiny.

If he were to be seen in the streets trying to woo Celeste, it would be no surprise if he were to be attacked by an angry mob for daring to try and molest a minor. Her physical appearance was that misleading.

Perhaps if he had been a bit more proactive with Isolde, he would have been counting her among them as well.

Even though he could say they had become relatively close the last time they were together, he wasn’t going to count her among his women until he plucked her innocence and sealed the deal.

Putting those matters aside, after meeting Dorian, he was actually happy to know that despite his drastic increase in height, there were still people taller than him.

The man was easily over seven feet tall, which was almost ridiculous.

"How has your time in my world been so far?" he asked Isla with a smile, looking down at her. "Do you like it here?"

"It is not so bad," Isla replied. "It does not seem much different from my own, but then again, they were both supposed to be the same world..."

She muttered the last part almost like a question rather than a statement. She was definitely still having trouble coming to terms with what her reality had become.

Regardless, Elion did not see any need to keep coddling her, so this time, he kept his opinion on the matter to himself.

Instead, he stopped in front of a blank grey door and turned toward it. All the doors were labelled, and this one was the workshop.

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