My Taboo Harem!

Breakfast reached the table in waves.

Silver covers lifted beneath Hayashi’s supervision, releasing the warm fragrance of butter, roasted herbs, fresh bread, spiced meats, fruit glazed in honey, delicate pastries, and enough food to sustain several awakened bloodlines through a minor war. Porcelain bowls arrived beside crystal pitchers of juice. Tea steamed in elegant pots. Coffee dark enough to revive an ancestor circulated among the adults.

Within minutes, the great Empyrean table lost every trace of ceremony.

Conversation tangled across its entire length.

Brian argued with Landon about whether three plates of bacon constituted breakfast or a public cry for help. Cherry kept stealing from Landon’s plate whenever he turned his head. Rhea quietly moved Brian’s third serving farther away while he complained about oppression. Maddie was attempting to convince Yuki and Amber that a tower of honey-glazed pancakes could support itself through "structural confidence."

Patricia disputed her calculations while Catrina encouraged the experiment simply because she wanted to watch the collapse.

Emily and Lydia laughed together near Sierra. Maya sat close to Phei, eating delicately while listening to three conversations at once. Valentina had already corrected Phei’s plate twice, adding eggs and removing a pastry before he stole it back. Victoria drank her tea with elegant composure, though her attention moved constantly across the table, absorbing every new relationship that had formed in her absence.

Melissa had barely taken her first bite when Dravenna reached across and stole a strip of bacon from her plate.

Melissa slowly lowered her fork.

Dravenna ate it without remorse.

"You have an entire platter in front of you."

Dravenna glanced at the overflowing platter beside her. "Yours looked better."

"It came from the same kitchen."

"It looked like it carried emotional seasoning."

Melissa’s smile tightened. "Touch my plate again and the staff will spend the afternoon removing you from the ceiling, you bitch."

Dravenna reached across once more before Melissa slapped her hand away.

Phei could only shake his head at how they showed affection for each other.

Dravenna laughed. "I was worried motherhood had civilized you."

"Motherhood taught me patience."

"Your patience struck my wrist?"

"It showed restraint. The knife is still on the table, isn’t it?"

Several people nearby laughed.

Dravenna looked delighted rather than threatened. She leaned comfortably in her chair, grey hoodie open around her toned stomach, and reached for Melissa’s coffee instead.

Under the long table though, her bare foot slid slowly along the polished floor until it found Phei’s ankle. She traced the bone with her toes first, light and testing, before her sole climbed higher. The warm, soft underside of her foot pressed against the inside of his calf, then higher still, until the ball of her foot rested firmly against the growing heat between his legs.

She rubbed once — slow, deliberate, sinful — feeling the thickness of him through the fabric of his trousers.

At the same moment, from farther down the polished length of the table, another bare foot moved with equal deliberation. Roxanne’s elegant, perfectly pedicured sole drifted across the cool floor until it brushed against Dravenna’s.

The two women froze for a single heartbeat.

Then their feet met fully — soft arch against soft arch, toes curling in silent recognition. Roxanne’s foot slid higher, pressing deliberately against the side of Phei’s ankle in a slow, intimate caress.

Dravenna’s jade eyes flicked sideways.

Roxanne was already looking at her.

A slow, wicked smile curved Dravenna’s mouth as understanding bloomed.

The way Roxanne’s toes flexed against hers on Phei’s, the subtle pressure, the absolute lack of surprise — everything confirmed what Dravenna had only suspected until this exact second. Phei and his mother-in-law had already crossed into that forbidden, illicit realm.

Dravenna then pressed her foot more firmly against Roxanne’s in silent acknowledgment, a private, greeting between two women who now shared the same secret fire.

Melissa had moved the cup beyond her reach.

"You ordered tea."

"I changed my mind."

"You changed your mind after smelling mine."

"Shared resources strengthen friendship."

"We stopped being friends when you announced yourself as Phei’s girlfriend before I had eaten."

Dravenna turned toward Phei. "See? Jealous."

Her foot had already reached higher; her toes curled, pressing more firmly against the hard outline of his cock. She dragged the arch of her foot along the full length of him, slow enough that the friction made his breath catch.

Phei’s fingers tightened around his fork for a single second before he forced them to relax.

Beneath the linen, Roxanne’s foot remained pressed against Phei’s, the two soles moving together in a slow, secret rhythm while Dravenna continued her work against Phei.

The dual contact sent a darker thrill through the Dean.

She was teasing him both with his mother-in-law and the woman had already claimed him in ways the rest of the table could never imagine.

Melissa on the other hand; unaware of what was happening under almost rose from her chair.

Phei calmly cut into his eggs.

The Goddess watched him from across the table, faint amusement warming her serene expression.

"You appear remarkably occupied," she observed.

"I am respecting breakfast."

"You are hiding behind it."

"Breakfast has never betrayed me the way everyone else is."

Maddie pointed her fork at Dravenna; still flabbergasted by the Dean’s presence: "I still cannot believe this."

Dravenna took another bite. "You have believed far stranger things before noon."

"I genuinely thought you might suspend Phei that day."

Phei looked toward her. "Which day?"

"The day you openly challenged Marcus Heavenchild." Maddie placed her fork down and leaned into the story. "You stood there in front of everyone, spoke to Marcus like his family name came from a discount store, and then looked directly at the Dean’s assistant as though you were inviting the academy to object."

Yuki nodded. "I still remember the silence as the assembly watched the assistant talk to Phei. Everyone one wit was game over."

Amber smiled. "Half the students expected lightning."

"The other half expected expulsion," Emily added.

Lydia’s eyes brightened with remembered tension. "Some student said you looked furious as you sent Phei to be fetched, Dean."

It was one of the rumors that had taken long time to end in the PheiCrush Simps chat group.

Dravenna lifted one brow. "I usually look magnificent. Fear and expectations often confuses the two."

Under the table her foot never stopped; she pressed her foot harder against the thick ridge of his cock, rolling her toes in slow, teasing circles over the head until she felt him throb against her.

The fabric of his trousers grew tighter with every deliberate stroke.

Phei’s jaw flexed once.

He kept his eyes on Maddie as though nothing sinful was happening beneath the linen.

Roxanne’s toes flexed against Dravenna’s ankle in perfect time with the motion, a silent, encouragement. Their eyes met again across the table for the briefest second. Dravenna’s smile deepened with pure, dark delight. The mother-in-law knew. The Dean knew. And both of them were currently touching the same man under the same table while the rest of the family argued about bacon and paperwork.

Maddie ignored that. "I spent the entire afternoon expecting an announcement that Phei had been suspended."

Dravenna looked genuinely offended. "Why would I suspend Phei because of Marcus Heavenchild?"

The girls exchanged glances.

Slow smiles began appearing around the table.

Melissa saw the shift and leaned forward with immediate enthusiasm:

"Oh, we know you would never suspend him, shameless Dean."

Dravenna turned toward her. "Careful."

Melissa’s smile widened. "You probably called him into your office for disciplinary reasons and locked the door so the punishment could remain private."

Amber covered her mouth.

Yuki lowered her cup very slowly.

Maddie’s eyes gleamed. "Did she lock the door?"

Phei continued eating.

Dravenna rested her cheek against one hand. "Office discussions require privacy."

Her toes slid higher, curling around the heavy weight of him, squeezing once with soft pressure before releasing. She dragged the soft ball of her foot from base to tip again, slower this time, feeling every ridge and the growing dampness of his precum through the cloth. Phei’s thigh tensed hard beneath the table but he forced himself to swallow a bite of eggs that suddenly tasted like nothing.

Catrina leaned closer. "How private?"

"Professional privacy."

"Did the blinds close?" Amber asked.

Emily dissolved into laughter against Sierra’s shoulder.

Even Lydia joined in, the last of her earlier unease melting beneath the absurdity.

Valentina looked at Phei. "How long were you inside?"

Phei finally raised his gaze. "I have no memory of agreeing to this interrogation."

"That answer suggests several hours," Patricia said.

"It was twenty-three minutes," Ashworth stated from farther down the table.

Silence struck for half a second and every head turned toward him; Ashworth sat with perfect dignity, one hand around his coffee cup.

Maddie blinked. "You timed them?"

"I was waiting for the Dean to sign three documents."

Dravenna gave him a warning look, Ashworth continued, utterly calm. "She emerged without signing any of them."

Melissa nearly dropped her fork. Amber bent over her plate laughing. Catrina clapped once in delight. Patricia covered her smile behind her cup, while Victoria stared at Dravenna with growing disbelief.

Maddie struggled to breathe. "Twenty-three minutes, closed doors and unsigned paperwork!"

"The documents were tedious," Dravenna said.

Ashworth took a sip of coffee. "They required a signature."

"I was distracted."

Yuki looked toward Phei. "By disciplinary matters?"

Phei drank his juice.

Dravenna’s foot pressed harder, grinding the soft sole of her foot against the full, throbbing length of his cock in a slow, filthy rhythm. She could feel how hard he had become, how the thick shaft pulsed under her toes every time she dragged them upward. Phei’s free hand clenched into a fist against his thigh for a single heartbeat before he forced it open again. Heat flooded his face. He kept his expression calm, but the muscles in his jaw flexed once more.

"I admire his loyalty to silence," Patricia murmured.

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