My Taboo Harem!

As evening approached its zenith, the golden sun made its last stand over Hell’s Paradise Island.

It did not fade quietly. Nothing beautiful on this island ever seemed to understand modesty.

The sun burned low against the horizon with a dying arrogance, pouring molten gold over the far lake, the silver-black river, the endless forest and the glittering bones of Paradise City below. Its light climbed the towers, kissed the glass, spilled across marble terraces and turned the roof of Infinity Chaos Hotel into a place suspended between day and night, warmth and frost, reality and whatever nonsense Phei had decided to commit this time.

Phei inhaled slowly.

And despite all the beauty around him, despite the work, the peace, the evening, the ridiculous dome he had formed with more care than some families gave their children, part of his mind still drifted back to Adriana.

His body remembered...

’...Annoyingly and beautifully well.’

The twitch between his legs had not fully left him. Neither had the memory of her hunger, her pride breaking, her mouth, her ferocity, that shocked and starving beauty of a woman who had looked at him as if he had dragged her out of a decade-long drought and made rain personal.

One thought kept echoing in the back of his mind with the helpless disbelief; he had seen many things and still found fresh ways to be stunned.

Did he just have the best blowjob of his life from the Hot Rude Neighbor?

Apparently, yes.

Life was absurd. Beautiful, wicked, occasionally generous, but absurd.

No one had ever given him quite what Adriana had; among his women, Melissa and Maddie came closest in sheer madness. Maddie was chaos incarnate, shameless and dangerous, a living public health hazard with beautiful eyes. But Adriana had been different; more experienced, ferocious and hungrier in a way that did not come from youth but from starvation of a mature MILF but sharpened across years.

She had something to prove to him, and gods, had she proved it.

’Well, apart from the Goddess, of course. but still decades of hunger has not dulled Adriana; she’s so experienced and knows how to handle and serve a big cock!’

If anything, they had made her terrifying.

In her own words, she had been practicing; keeping herself ready and preparing so that when she finally gave that part of herself to someone worthy after deciding to look for her won happiness outside marriage, he would know exactly why he would come back for more.

’The audacity of that woman... the confidence.’

The insultingly successful execution of confidence; Phei had almost laughed when she said it, then promptly lost the moral ground to laugh because she had proceeded to demonstrate with the dedication of a woman rewriting his blowjobs history with her mouth.

An hour and a half without her tiring; hesitation and no mercy from him across different style and a 69 on the floor, him on the counter with her kneeling down to suck him, blow him and sucking his balls and rolling them in her mouth.

’What didn’t we do, Adriana.’ The reality was, this was his best blowjib experience, yes, the Goddess gave him the best blowjobs but the experience with Adriana gave him was his first and a very memorable one at that.

And yet, when the moment could have gone further, they had reached an agreement.

Not today; sex was not for today.

’Well, she was the one who said no, not me.’

Whatever her reason was, Adriana had not told him. Despite her hunger and her wet pussy that was clearly begging him to fuck her and make her orgasm for the fifth time and more to come after that, despite the way she looked at him and the way her body had begged in every language pride could not silence, she had held that line.

And when Phei had looked at her, curious and half-maddened and his cock begging to sink into the wetlands of her cave and trying to pretend patience was not one of humanity’s more offensive inventions, she had smirked.

He would not regret the wait, she had told him.

And the smirk said far more than the words.

Phei had chosen to believe her.

He was a patient man.

Mostly and somewhat...

...On paper.

What was the rush anyway?

The best things were better served ready and well prepared. Whatever Adriana had in mind, whatever wicked, rude, shameless, beautiful thing she was planning for him, he was looking forward to it.

’Maybe a mother-daughter threesome? ’

A man could dream...

But that was for another day.

Tonight belonged to someone else.

Phei stood alone beneath the dying gold of sunset, hands tucked into the pockets of his black-white royal attire as the fabric shifted softly in the wind that had, for this night alone, chosen to obey.

Even the wind knew better than to disturb what he had made for her.

On any other evening the rooftop of Infinity Chaos Hotel would have been a place of sharp edges and colder truths — winds that cut like blades, cold that bit deep, height that mocked the very idea of warmth.

But tonight the chaos had gentled.

The gusts had lowered themselves into something almost shy, drifting through the garden like fingers afraid to wake a sleeping lover as if they now moved at his quiet command; some nights even the sky understood that certain things were meant to be touched only with reverence.

At the far end of the rooftop, the beautiful ice-glassy dome waited.

From the marble it rose like a secret the stars had once whispered to winter and then forgotten but it was not glass, though it looked like it.

Void-Ice, clear as captured moonlight, strong enough to cradle the sky itself, black-white veins of void-ice living essence ran through its curved walls, thrumming with a soft, rhythmic pulse that matched the quiet beat of his own heart.

The power inside was not still. It breathed, waited, every slow thrum of those veins seemed to say she is coming, and the dome answered by catching the last light of sunset and turning it into something gentler — gold melting into violet, silver folding into midnight blue, all of it held like an offering.

Inside, he had kept the world small on purpose.

One low table, two cushions, crystal that caught the candlelight and turned it into quiet stars, pale porcelain and black-white flames that flickered without smoke, their glow soft and steady.

A single arrangement of flowers whose petals carried the faintest inner blush, as if they too had been touched by the same power that built the dome. Soft rugs. Low lanterns. Warmth that did not announce itself loudly, but simply existed, wrapping the space in the kind of intimacy that made grand gestures feel unnecessary.

Romance, he had decided, did not always arrive dressed in excess. Sometimes it arrived in the careful absence of it — in the choice to let two people be enough for the entire night.

Outside the dome, however, he had allowed his power to be shameless.

Black-white snowflakes drifted everywhere, thousands of them suspended in the air like a private constellation that had decided gravity could wait. Some no larger than dust, others wide as open palms, each one shaped with the same impossible care he had given the dome.

They did not fall but hovered and turning slowly, and when the romantic lights touched them they woke from within — silver, pearl, moon-white, faint violet — before settling back into their gentle glow. The power inside each flake thrummed softly, a low, living resonance that answered to the same quiet emotion that had shaped them.

They moved when he moved and brightened when he thought of her.

The path that led to the dome was no simple walkway.

He had raised it in slow, graceful arcs of Void-Ice and Primordial Blood, each step clear and luminous, the edges traced with lines of crimson-gold essence that pulsed like warm veins beneath the ice.

The power there did not simply exist — it thrived; the Primordial Blood hummed with ancient, devoted life, its glow softer than fire, warmer than any ordinary light, as though the essence itself understood that tonight it served something far older and gentler than conquest. Flowers grew along both sides, coaxed into being by his will: stems of pale crystal, petals in soft black, white, and blush-pink that released tiny sparks into the air.

Each spark rose, became another snowflake, and joined the quiet galaxy already drifting around them.

Lanterns hovered above the blooms, delicate spheres of warm gold cradled in cages of frost, their light kissing everything it touched.

It was too much.

He knew it but he did not care.

A man did not spend two hours bending the world into romance just to start worrying about restraint at the final hour.

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Phei lifted his gaze from the dome and turned toward the rooftop entrance:

The soft click of heels reached him across the evening air, and his smile came before his eyes found her — quiet, private, the kind of smile that lived only in the space between one heartbeat and the next.

He walked forward, leaving the dome behind. The floating snowflakes parted around his shoulders without being asked, as though even they understood that some paths were meant to be walked alone until the moment they were not.

The romantic lights caught in the black-white embroidery of his attire, tracing silver along the edges, glinting across the dark fabric like frost catching moonlight.

He looked like winter and night had decided to wear a crown, but the power moving through him was no longer sharp. It thrummed low and steady, warm beneath the cold beauty, answering to the single thought that had guided every flake, every vein, every step of the path: let her feel how much she is wanted here.

At the mouth of the stairway, she stopped.

For a heartbeat, she simply stood there.