My Taboo Harem System

"The rules are very simple."

Tara spread her hands, trying to reassure everyone.

"We spin a bottle, and whoever spins it first is the person playing the round. Then, when you spin the bottle, whoever it lands on becomes your partner, and the two of you have to spend seven minutes in the closet."

Antonia blinked.

"Seven minutes doing what? It’s going to be a bit awkward if some of us just get stuck in there."

"I already thought of that part too," Tara said, scratching the back of her head.

Denzel stared at her.

’Hmm...Is that what she spent the entire night thinking about? A way to recreate this game?’

"To make it more fun, when you enter the closet, you have to play truth or dare," Tara continued. "You can only pick truth twice. If your partner asks you three questions, you can only choose truth for two of them."

She stretched out a finger and pointed toward the closet on the other side of the room.

"We could use the closet over there."

Then she added,

"And if we use the closet, whatever is inside it is the only thing you can use for the dare."

She paused before awkwardly adding,

"Well... that and yourself."

Denzel folded his arms across his chest.

’This is just a contingency in case this girl actually plans something funny with me.’

"What if we can’t do the dare?" he muttered.

Mia immediately perked up.

"Oh! Oh! I’ve got this one! I know this, I know this!"

She grabbed the jug sitting on the table.

"If you can’t do the dare, you have to chug down a full jug."

Denzel gritted his teeth slightly.

’Ah, even I would find that extremely difficult to do at this point.’

Then another thought crossed his mind.

’But what about that girl,Tara, daring me to kiss her?’

His eyes flicked toward Tara.

She was already staring at him.

Her cheeks carried a faint blush, and the moment she noticed him looking back, she quickly turned her head away.

’Right. This makes me think quick.’

A smile appeared on Denzel’s face.

"Oh, nah. I would chug down a hundred of those if it meant never touching that girl."

The words almost made Tara choke on air.

Then Denzel shrugged.

"Well, I don’t want to be a party pooper, so I’m in."

The other girls chuckled.

"I’m in too," Mia said.

Antonia bumped Mia lightly with her shoulder.

"Not like we weren’t already in," she said.

Then Mia suddenly frowned.

"But we don’t even have a bottle."

The instant those words left her mouth, Tara grabbed the liquor in her cup and gulped the entire thing down.

Everyone watched as she slammed the now-empty cup onto the table.

"The open part can serve as the pointed end of the bottle! We can use this! We can use this!"

The excitement in her voice was impossible to miss.

Then, inwardly, Denzel groaned as his disgust for Tara only seemed to grow.

’At least try to control yourself.’

"I’ll go first."

The moment Tara volunteered, Denzel immediately wanted to object.

Before he could get a word out, Mia spoke up.

"I mean... she was the one who came up with the idea."

Antonia nodded in agreement.

"That’s true."

Sarah nodded as well.

In an instant, all three girls were on the same page.

Denzel opened his mouth to protest, but seeing everyone already agreeing, he could only grind his teeth together.

’Ah, fucking hell...This was all this girl’s plan, wasn’t it?’

’I thought I was stepping into something that would expand my hunting ground, but instead I walked straight into one of these fat bitch’s schemes.’

Meanwhile, Tara had already grabbed the cup.

A strange smile tugged at her lips.

"Really..."

She carefully tilted the cup at an odd angle.

She wasn’t holding it straight at all. Instead, she deliberately leaned it slightly to one side as though she were trying to influence where it would go.

A smug look crossed her face.

"Gotcha."

Then she spun it.

Denzel’s eyes followed the cup.

It rolled. And rolled as the room gradually fell silent as everyone watched.

Finally, the cup began to lose momentum. Until at last it came to a stop.

The open end pointed directly at Antonia.

Given their seating arrangement, it was easy to tell.

Tara sat beside Denzel.

Denzel sat beside Antonia.

After Antonia came Sarah.

And after Sarah came Mia.

So when the cup finally stopped, it was aimed squarely at Antonia.

The instant Tara saw it, she slammed her fist onto the table.

"No!"

The frustration in her voice was impossible to miss.

Denzel stared at her.

’Uh...thank goodness.’

The reaction was so over-the-top that it felt as though someone had just informed her that her entire plan had collapsed.

Antonia merely shrugged.

"Oh, well. I guess me and you are going to have seven minutes."

Antonia blinked.

"But our count—!"

She stopped halfway through her sentence before chuckling.

Without much fuss, the two girls got up from their seats and headed toward the closet.

The door opened, then closed behind them.

Meanwhile, Tara’s slightly inaudible tone could still be heard by Denzel and the others who remained by the table.

"How didn’t it work?"

She sounded genuinely devastated.

"I thought I got the angle right."

She groaned again.

There really wasn’t much anyone could say to that.

So they waited.

The closet remained closed. For the most part, it was completely quiet.

The only consistent sound that got into the room was the occasional disappointed sigh escaping from Tara.

Eventually, the seven minutes came to an end.

Mia counted down the final seconds from outside, and a moment later, there was a knock on the closet door.

The door opened.

Tara and Antonia stepped back out and returned to their seats as though nothing particularly interesting had happened.

Once everyone was settled again, Denzel reached for the cup.

"Alright then."

His hand closed around it.

"My turn."

Without hesitation, he spun it.

The cup slid across the table as everyone watched it spin.

The entire table followed its movement. Gradually, the rotation began to slow.

As Denzel watched it turn, a thought crossed his mind.

’One of these bitches is going to be mine.’

Then he immediately amended the thought.

’Except Tara.’

His gaze remained fixed on the spinning cup.

’So who is it going to be?’

The cup continued rotating...Slower and slower.

Until, after what felt like an eternity, the cup finally came to a complete stop.

And it was pointing at...