My Taboo Harem!

The convoy rolled out of Infinity Chaos Hotel in a rolling thunder of engines.

One by one the line of hypercars poured down the long drive, sunlight flashing off polished bodies as they vanished into the open road beyond. Phei’s Pczinger 21C Sovereign had slowed until the last of them had gone, the black tiger coiled and patient, its engine idling with a low, predatory purr.

Only then did he ease the car forward a bit faster.

Catrina had been watching him the entire time.

She sat in the passenger seat with her back straight, hands folded tightly over the short pleated skirt that looked far too much like a designer version of a school uniform. The soft, expensive fabric ended high on her thighs, and beneath it a pair of delicate lace socks clung to the smooth, warm skin just above her knees.

Every time the car shifted, the pleats moved, offering tiny, maddening glimpses of the soft flesh underneath.

She bit her lower lip:

The gesture was small, almost unconscious, but it carried a quiet, trembling hunger that had been building in her for days now. She had looked at him like this before — in corridors, across breakfast tables, during quiet moments when she thought no one was watching. Each time the look appeared, something bold rose in her eyes... and each time she pulled it back, taking three careful steps away from whatever she had almost decided to do.

This was only her second time alone with him like this after the time in her bedroom in the penthouse.

The first had been careful, almost hesitant.

She was still so new to this — still a virgin in every way that truly mattered and learning how to want without flinching from the intensity of it. The innocence sat in the way her fingers trembled against her own skirt, in the soft uncertainty of her breathing, in the way she kept glancing at him as if waiting for permission she wasn’t sure she deserved.

Phei did not turn his head.

He simply smiled, soft and knowing, the corner of his mouth curving as though he had heard every unspoken thought.

’I’m still waiting, darling.’

Catrina’s breath caught; a faint flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She pressed her thighs together under the short skirt, feeling the soft heat of her own skin against itself, then slowly forced them apart again. Her legs trembled faintly as she did it, as if even that small movement required courage she was only just beginning to find.

The car glided past the final curve of the hotel drive and onto the open road.

The convoy was already far ahead, a line of glittering shapes disappearing into the morning light. Inside the Sovereign the world narrowed to dark carbon, soft leather, and the low, continuous growl of the engine.

Phei hummed under his breath and his one hand left the wheel:

It moved slowly, deliberately, across the short space between them and came to rest on the pleated fabric of her skirt. His palm settled over Catrina’s thigh gently, his fingers spreading just enough to feel the living heat of her skin through the thin material, but in reassurance rather than anything perverted.

The skirt was soft against his hand but her muscle beneath it tensed and trembled the moment he touched her — a soft, involuntary shiver that made the warm flesh quiver under his palm.

He groaned quietly at her innocence, eyes still fixed on the road:

The urge to slide lower, to push the fabric higher and fall between those warm, trembling thighs, was almost violent. She looked so fucking hot sitting there—

—the pleated school-girl-like cut of the skirt, the delicate lace socks framing the bare, smooth skin above her knees, the way her legs kept pressing together and then parting again as if she couldn’t decide whether to hide or offer herself. The warmth of her thighs radiated through the thin fabric, soft and alive and already slightly damp where her skin met.

And beneath that heat, a fine, continuous tremor ran through the soft muscle, as if her body itself was nervous under his hand.

"Oh, Catrina..." His voice was low as he said, roughened by the lust already coiling in his stomach:

"You have no idea how hard it is to keep my eyes on the road right now with you next to me in that skirt... those soft little socks... every time you shift in that seat I lose a little more focus. Do you have any idea how otherworldly and beautiful you look right now, my love, Catrina? How irresistible you feel under my hand... seeing how much you’re already trembling for me?"

A soft, involuntary sound left Catrina’s throat; it was half moan, half startled breath.

Her thighs pressed together under his hand, then she parted them just slightly as she squirmed against the leather, the soft flesh trembling the entire time.

The movement made the pleats of her skirt slide higher, exposing another soft, warm inch of skin above the lace. Heat bloomed under his palm as he touched more of her bare skin, richer and more intimate than before.

She bit her lower lip again, harder this time, and her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the seat as if she needed something solid to hold onto.

Even her hands were trembling.

Phei’s hand began to move almost on their own.

He did not rush:

His fingers stroked along the outer line of her thigh first, tracing the smooth, warm skin with slow, deliberate care. He felt the way the soft muscle jumped and shivered beneath his touch, the way her breathing changed the moment his hand drifted higher — becoming shallower, quicker, touched with the smallest tremor of nerves.

He traced the edge of the lace sock, feeling the delicate contrast between the soft fabric and the even softer, hotter flesh above it, then slid higher still — always stopping short of the place that would make her cry out too soon.

Every pass of his fingers made her squirm harder.

The skin of her inner thighs was even warmer, almost feverish, and so soft it felt like warm silk under his fingertips — and it trembled constantly under his touch. Soft, breathy moans began to slip from her lips, quiet enough that they were almost lost beneath the engine’s growl, yet clear enough that he felt each one in the base of his spine.

Her hips shifted restlessly against the seat.

Her soft movements forced the short skirt to ride higher with every movement until the soft inner skin of her thighs was fully exposed to his exploring hand — smooth, trembling, and already slightly shiny with the heat of her own body.

He kept his eyes on the road.

Phei’s hand finally reached and brushed the soft lace of her panties, Catrina’s entire body jolted.

A sharper, wetter moan escaped her — still shy, still uncertain, but already laced with real hunger; he pressed teasingly over her erection of her pussy that was making her wetter and her pussy bigger with every breath under her panties.

It felt like it was breathing on its own with just a brush of his hand.

Her hips lifted slightly off the seat, seeking more pressure even as her hands gripped the edge of the leather hard enough to turn her knuckles white, and the fine tremor in her thighs deepened into something more visible.

The lace was damp; the wetness of Catrina’s pussy almost startling.

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