My Taboo Harem System

Click. Shut.

The sound of the door echoed softly through the house as Denzel stepped inside.

His eyes immediately swept across the living room before landing on the small area where their footwear was usually kept. The moment he noticed the absence of Maria’s shoes, a wave of relief instantly spread through him.

’Yes...Maria isn’t home yet.’’ he thought inwardly, his mood already beginning to lift.

Without wasting another second, he pushed the door closed behind him before locking it.

’Better safe than sorry.’

The bags of clothes Sophia had bought earlier rested in his hands as he slowly walked deeper into the house.

"Sophia? Are you here?"

The moment his voice sounded out, hurried footsteps immediately came rushing from the kitchen.

Sophia appeared almost instantly.

Her body moved quickly toward him, her breasts bouncing heavily with each hurried step, swaying wildly from side to side as excitement completely filled her face.

"Denzel... don’t tell me..." she breathed out.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks as her eyes locked onto the bags in his hands.

"You...you weren’t joking? You actually bought them?"

Denzel smiled lightly.

"Of course I did. Come closer and take a look."

’I made sure I wasted enough time outside for this. My cooldown should already be over by now.’

His gaze shifted slightly to the side as the familiar translucent system interface floated quietly beside him.

[Skill Cooldown Period: 00:02]

The timer slowly ticked downward.

[00:01...

00:00.]

And then

[Cooldown period exhausted.]

[Skill can now be used.]

The notification vanished almost instantly.

By then, Sophia had already stepped closer to him.

Denzel’s gaze instinctively lowered for a brief moment.

Even through her clothes, he could clearly make out the faint perkiness of her nipples pressing against the fabric, and just that small sight alone was enough to stir his thoughts.

’Is she going to be the one I fuck tonight?’

’Or maybe...right now?’

But almost immediately, he restrained himself.

’No. Calm down.’

’I’ve already decided. I need to play this smart.’

A faint smile remained on his face as he deliberately tried keeping his eyes from drifting toward her chest again.

Still, Sophia caught that brief glance.

Her heart skipped slightly when she noticed it, but the excitement bubbling inside her was simply too overwhelming for her to focus on something like that right now.

Without hesitation, she stretched her hands toward the bags.

Denzel handed them over.

Sophia quickly walked toward the table before setting the bags down and eagerly pulling the clothes out one after another.

The moment the dresses came into view, her eyes widened beautifully.

"Oh my God...they’re beautiful..." she whispered softly, completely captivated.

Her fingers gently ran through the fabric as though she could hardly believe they were real.

Then slowly, her eyes lifted back toward Denzel.

Denzel continued staring at her with a charming smile resting on his face.

"Now then, why don’t you go try them on?" he said softly.

Sophia hesitated for a brief moment before nodding.

"Okay... let me do just that."

’It’s not like I’m that excited to try them on... well... maybe just a little.’

Denzel chuckled lightly.

"Honestly, I didn’t expect you to like them this much."

Sophia held the clothes close to her chest before turning around and walking toward her room.

Denzel followed quietly behind her.

The two of them eventually arrived at her door, and Sophia glanced down at one of the dresses in her hands.

"I do like them." she admitted softly.

"But it depends on whether they fit me properly. This one looks a little smaller than my size."

Denzel slowly raised one arm, placing his palm against the wall right beside her door as he leaned there casually.

"Only one way to find out," he said with a faint smile.

Sophia smiled back at him before stepping inside.

Then...

Click.

The door shut gently.

Silence filled the hallway.

Denzel remained standing there, his eyes fixed on the closed door in front of him.

’From what I observed earlier, I’m almost certain Sophia’s dress size is a 42.’

’At least...that’s what it looked like based on what my eyes could tell.’

A faint smirk slowly formed on his face.

’And deliberately, I bought one of the dresses as a size 41.’

’The difference is incredibly small. Barely noticeable...But once she puts it on...’

He slowly crossed his arms.

’’I’m certain it’ll cling tightly to her body, and after seeing herself in it...’

His smile deepened slightly.

’I’m almost certain she’ll end up loving how it looks on her...Maybe so much that she won’t even be able to properly take it off by herself.’’

His eyes remained locked on the door.

’And maybe...she’ll end up calling me for help.’

A quiet breath escaped his lips.

’Still, I just have to wait patiently. Let’s hope this little plan of mine works exactly the way I expect it to.’

Taking a few slow steps back, Denzel crossed his arms once more and remained there quietly, patiently waiting as time slowly passed by.

After a short while, Then came a few soft groans...short, breathy, feminine. The sound stirred something deep inside him.

And then her voice came clear this time.

"Denzel."

His eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Yeah?" he muttered lazily.

"Um...I need your help with something."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Help with what?"

"I’m... kind of stuck."

’Go with the flow man...’ he thought.

’Just go with it.’

"Stuck how?" he asked aloud, dragging out the syllables.

"I mean..." she hesitated,

"...the dress is too small. It won’t go. I can’t put it on, and... I can’t take it off either. It’s just stuck. I-I need your help. D-Do you mind?"

He took a slow breath, letting out a soft puff, then his face twisted, half annoyed, half amused.

"You are such a baby, Sophia." he said aloud with a huff as he walked over.

’Okay, here I come.’ he added.

He reached for the door and gently pushed it open, stepping in cautiously.

Her back was turned to him.

The dress was yanked up around her waist, where it had gotten stuck.

And what a view.

Her smooth, mocha skin shimmered under the soft light, her curvy hips framed by the trapped fabric.

The round curve of her ass sat plump and perfect, tight and helpless inside the too small dress. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her bare shoulders stiff with embarrassment.

Denzel’s eyes lingered.

’Goddamn... this is fucking it...This is the fucking chance I’ve been waiting for. A chance to be alone with a half nude sexy woman!’