My Taboo Harem!

For the last four hours or so, Phei had devoted himself to the magnificent pursuit of doing absolutely nothing important, and wasting time with his women, friends and family felt close enough to divine medicine that he briefly considered recommending it to every emotionally damaged person on Earth.

He had spent the afternoon enjoying what was technically a date, although calling it that required a generous understanding of romance and an even more generous understanding of crowd management:

His romantic life had grown large enough to require vehicle assignments and the sort of headcount usually associated with royal evacuations, yet Phei refused to surrender the word simply because he had brought enough women to occupy a minor palace.

They moved through Hell’s Paradise Island in a laughing, glittering procession that claimed every place it entered. Ordinary shoppers in shops watched them pass with expressions suspended between awe, envy and the slow horror of realizing that their peaceful afternoon had become background scenery for princesses, goddesses, dragons, heiresses and one shameless seventeen-year-old paying for everything with a card that had forgotten the emotional meaning of restraint.

Shopping came first at the largest mall on the island: Phei paid for every single thing anyone wanted.

Most of the women could have purchased entire sections of the mall themselves without noticing the expense, but that had nothing to do with it. Phei enjoyed watching Val pause beside something she liked, glance at the price out of habit, then pretend she had merely been admiring the craftsmanship while an attendant quietly carried the item away to be wrapped.

He liked the tiny reactions when she realized he had noticed, her mouth would flatten while some would begin explaining that they could buy their own things while accepting the bag with suspicious speed.

Maddie turned it into a contest within twenty minutes.

She started touching random objects just to test whether he would purchase them, drifting from display to display with a wicked smile while Phei followed several steps behind, one hand in his pocket and the other handing his card to attendants whose professional expressions were beginning to crack under the weight of the nonsense.

She tried a pair of sunglasses so enormous they made her resemble a glamorous insect from a wealthy nightmare, and he bought those too. Then she found a chrome sculpture resembling a bird sneezing during an identity crisis and lifted it with both hands, her eyes gleaming as she turned toward him.

Phei studied the sculpture for several seconds, allowing the horror of it to settle properly into his soul.

"Wrap it," he told the attendant, never taking his eyes off Maddie. He’ll one day buy his own mansion and put it in her bedroom and place it somewhere she will see first thing every morning.

Their shopping trip progressed with only one serious interruption, though describing it as an interruption felt unfair to Cassiopeia, who had clearly viewed the incident as a spiritual reunion between a devoted slave and the real version of what she had been missing for days.

Phei had left a Void-Ice construct inside her as part of her training, shaping it carefully so her pussy could adapt to more of his cock while they were apart.

Six inches had been her limit and anything beyond that reduced her confidence to trembling breaths and made her body declare a private rebellion against ambition. Phei had adjusted the construct gradually, increasing its size and pressure while ensuring it never harmed her, and Cassiopeia had accepted the training with the stubborn dedication like she was preparing for an examination whose final grade would be delivered directly between her thighs.

Today, after several days of practice, she managed eight fuckin’ inches.

The progress should have been celebrated sensibly but Cassiopeia had led him into one of the private bathrooms near a luxury boutique, locked the door, dropped to her knees before the lock had finished clicking and demonstrated exactly how badly she had missed her master’s real cock.

Two hours disappeared like that.

The moment Cassiopeia got the real thing back, she wrapped herself around Phei with a desperation bordering on devotional collapse.

She had spent days walking around with his cold construct buried inside her, training herself, imagining him and becoming increasingly offended by the difference between imitation and ownership. Once his hands closed around her waist and his huge little dragon replaced the patient chill of Void-Ice, every respectable intention she might have carried into that bathroom died quietly behind the door.

She refused to let him go, and Phei, who considered himself a generous master with excellent values whenever those values were convenient, rewarded her enthusiasm with enough dedication that the mall continued existing without them for two entire hours.

Outside, the women passed gradually through concern, suspicion and weary acceptance:

By the time Sierra, Maddie and Valentina arrived to retrieve them, nobody remained confused about what was happening. The bathroom had acquired the atmosphere of a sealed cultivation chamber hosting a breakthrough, except the sounds escaping beneath the door possessed considerably less spiritual dignity.

Cassiopeia made a muffled sound from inside.

When the door finally opened, Cassiopeia emerged first with one hand gripping Phei’s arm and the other pressed against the wall. Her cheeks glowed, her hair had surrendered every arrangement it entered the bathroom with, and her legs carried the unstable dignity of someone learning to walk after negotiating directly with gravity.

The peaceful satisfaction on her face suggested she had reached heaven, taken notes and refused to provide the return address.

Phei stepped out behind her while fastening the upper buttons of his shirt, looking entirely too pleased with both himself and the educational system he had invented.

Sierra’s gaze travelled slowly from his relaxed expression to Cassiopeia’s trembling thighs. One dark eyebrow rose. "Two hours?"

Phei adjusted his collar and met her eyes with shameless composure. "Training."

Maddie crouched slightly to study Cassiopeia’s legs, her wicked curiosity abandoning every known social boundary. "Did the training win?"

Cassiopeia rested her head against Phei’s shoulder, managed a weak smile and tightened her fingers around his arm. "Master did."

Cassiopeia looked down with a blush while Phei kissed them on cheek in passing, hoping affection might distract them from accountability. It did not work, they she allowed him to believe it had.

The bathroom cleaner resigned ten minutes later.

Phei remained convinced the timing was coincidental.

They rested afterward in one of the mall’s private lounges, where Cassiopeia curled against him beneath a light blanket while the others scattered among couches, refreshments and shopping bags. Her head rested on his chest, her legs lay across his lap and the slow circles his fingers traced over her hip kept turning her already satisfied smile softer.

She looked like a woman recovering from a natural disaster she had personally summoned and would gladly recommend to friends.

That was when they finally discussed the feedback she had gathered from the flight attendant and the reply she had to Cassiopeia.

Phei had nearly forgotten the matter beneath the daily avalanche of women, family, enemies, awakenings and secrets. His life kept stacking madness so efficiently that ordinary concerns vanished beneath fresh disasters before they finished introducing themselves.

Cassiopeia explained what the flight attendant had said, how she had responded and which moments in the exchange had felt genuine. Her voice remained soft against his chest, pausing whenever Phei asked for clarification, and the careful way she remembered tiny shifts in tone and expression pleased him. She had handled the conversation with more subtlety than he expected, leaving enough space for the woman to make her own decision while still communicating Phei’s interest.

Madelyn (her mother) proved less cooperative.

When Phei asked what had happened with her, Cassiopeia lifted her face from his chest and gave him a secretive smile, the expression far too pleased with itself to inspire trust.

"I have a surprise for you, Master," she whispered, pressing one finger lightly over his lips before he could question her.

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