My Taboo Harem System

First things first, Denzel was well aware of exactly what he had to do.

He was looking for a job, which meant he couldn’t afford to wander around aimlessly as though there was nothing pressing to handle. Time was money, and right now, money was exactly what he needed.

With the coins from his payment safely tucked away, he decided to make a quick investment in himself.

He headed straight to the market, purchasing a set of finely polished clothes that instantly elevated his appearance. With the few bronze coins he had left, he wasted no time visiting the barber for a fresh cut.

By the time he stepped out, his hair was neatly trimmed, his face cleaned up, and his entire look had transformed.

Not stopping there, he bought a small bottle of perfume from one of the nearby stalls and lightly applied it.

The confidence boost was immediate.

Looking at his reflection in a polished shop window, Denzel couldn’t help but smirk. He looked good....better than usual. Sharper and more refined.

And perhaps what added even more to that confidence was the lingering satisfaction of everything that had happened with Maria.

The memory alone made his chest swell slightly, his body practically radiating self-assurance.

Still, he didn’t let it distract him.

Today wasn’t about indulgence... It was about preparation.

With everything settled, Denzel stepped into the streets of the town, his hands buried deep in his pockets as his sharp eyes moved from side to side, carefully observing his surroundings.

"Ah..." he muttered under his breath.

’This is exhausting. Just walking around aimlessly, searching for work... I was hoping to put all of this behind me already.’

He let out a quiet sigh as he continued forward.

’Still... I did earn ten coins from working for Isaac.’

His expression shifted as his thoughts became more focused.

’The smartest thing to do would be to invest it. Start small. Build something from the ground up. Yeah... that’s exactly what I should do today. Scout around for businesses that can make money... or maybe even businesses up for sale.’

His brows furrowed.

’’But what could I even afford with that amount? I’d probably need far more capital than ten gold pieces... or nine now, after spending on Sophia.’’

A soft chuckle escaped him.

’’Well... that’s the price of love, isn’t it?’’

As his eyes lazily scanned the street, something suddenly caught his attention.

A flyer.

The moment his gaze landed on it, recognition flashed through his mind.

Denzel stopped mid-step, his eyes narrowing as he stared at it.

’’That didn’t end up there by accident.’’

A knowing smirk slowly spread across his face.

’’She put that there for me to notice. I’m certain of it. This is just her way of trying to get my attention.’’

His expression darkened slightly.

’’She had way too much confidence when we first met... acting like I was some worthless peasant.’’

His smirk deepened.

’’No... I’ll let her wait. Let her stew in that frustration for a while. Starve her of attention. By the time I go back, she’ll be the one begging.’’

A sly grin stretched across his face.

’’Yeah... that’s definitely the smarter move.’’

Just as he was about to continue on his way, another flyer pinned to the same post caught his eye.

He paused.

"Hm."

His gaze scanned the bold lettering.

"Worker needed. Excellent massuer skill required."

As his eyes moved lower and read the address beneath it, his expression shifted almost instantly.

Recognition.

And then satisfaction.

Through his inherited memories, Denzel knew exactly where that address led.

A pleased smile tugged at his lips.

’This... might prove to be interesting.’

***

There was another confirming sign beside it, hanging from a carved wooden post. A small oil lamp burned softly above it, its golden light flickering against the polished wood. The signboard read:

"The House of Peace."

Denzel’s lips twitched slightly.

’’That’s a pretty cheesy name, don’t you think?’’

The building stood quietly before him, modest on the outside, yet carrying an air of deliberate elegance. And from the inherited memories in his mind, he already knew exactly what it was.

A massage parlor.

One of the more popular establishments in the village.

And this wasn’t some random choice he had stumbled upon by luck.

No.

He had calculated this carefully.

His ability....the very source of his growth...thrived through intimate conquests, each encounter making him stronger. If that was the case, then there was hardly a better place to begin gathering opportunities with MILFs than a place like this.

’’What better way to make use of my circumstances than here?’’

A sly grin tugged at his lips.

’’Who knows... maybe if the business is profitable enough, I might even buy the place for myself. That honestly wouldn’t be such a terrible idea.’’

The thought amused him.

Still, speculation could wait.

For now, he needed to see what lay inside.

Without hesitation, Denzel stepped through the front door.

The moment he entered, his eyes were immediately drawn toward an impressive sight.

Two full, marvelous breasts were pressed tightly together beneath an outfit that looked as though it was struggling to contain them. The snug fabric hugged every curve, outlining her cleavage with almost deliberate precision.

For a brief second, Denzel’s body nearly tensed.

’’Damn...’’

His thoughts flickered.

’’They’re almost as big as mum’s.’’

Realizing where his mind was drifting, he quickly shook his head and forced his gaze upward, trying his best to compose himself and appear normal.

Only then did he properly take in the rest of her appearance.

She looked young, with long, lush blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. Her hands were neatly folded behind her back, and she wore a bright, practiced smile....the kind that was cheerful enough to feel just slightly artificial.

The moment their eyes met, her smile widened.

"Welcome to The House of Peace!" she chirped, her voice ringing out brightly, almost too enthusiastically.

Straightening slightly, she gave a polite little cough before continuing.

"My name is Antonia," she said gently, her cheerful expression never wavering.

Then she tilted her head slightly, still smiling.

"And I’ll be your attendant for today. What can I help introduce you to?"

However, Denzel as he remained staring, couldn’t help but let his mind roam aimlessly into the most despicable of thoughts.

’Mmm...I wouldn’t mind you helping me with a few strokes on my cock with does boobs of yours to be honest...wouldn’t be bad to try out my skill on her, would it?’