My Taboo Harem System

"What are you doing?" Sophia stammered.

Her eyes remained glued to the sight before her, unable to look away.

Denzel was still attached to Maria’s breast, drinking as the milk spilled into his mouth and slid down his throat.

For a brief moment, neither of them moved.

Then, realizing Sophia was standing there, he quickly swallowed the last mouthful before finally pulling away, of course he wasn’t going to let that waste.

"Sophia"

"It’s not what it looks like" he blurted out as he rose from the bed and stepped toward Sophia.

Denzel stretched out a hand toward her, trying to save whatever innocence he could.

’She caught me red-handed, sucking on mum’s breast. What the hell am I supposed to say now?’

He let out a silent sigh.

’I figured that if I ever got caught, I could somehow twist the situation into something more thrilling. But I never imagined it to feel like this.’

Scoff loudly in visible annoyance, Sophia turned and rushed out of the room, her fat ass clapping against each other with each step she paced.

Meanwhile, Maria finally snapped out of her daze.

"Oh no!"

She shot upright, her face turning pale with panic.

Quickly clutching the hem of her clothes, she dragged the fabric up to cover herself before scrambling off the bed. Without wasting another second, she rushed out of the room after Sophia.

And just like that, they were gone.

The room fell silent.

Denzel stood there staring at the doorway before groaning and running a hand through his hair.

’I just lost my opportunity to complete a harem....Fuck!!’

Then—!

[Ding!]

A familiar notification appeared before his eyes.

[Player has completed Harem Objective.]

[Player has received +10 Taboo Points.]

Denzel squinted at the floating screen.

’I don’t need just 10 points mehn...’

His lips twitched.

’I need a ridiculous amount of points at this moment.’

He rubbed his forehead.

’At this rate, I’ll need to be completing harem every day for the next five days if I want to rack up enough points to deal any substantial damage to Patrick.’

His shoulders slumped.

’Oh, fucking hell. The fuck am I gonna do now...?’

***

As some time passed, Maria continued knocking on Sophia’s door, desperately begging her to let her in so they could talk. But, as expected, Sophia didn’t even bother replying.

"Sophia! Sophia!"

She kept knocking, calling her name over and over as though that would somehow make the door open.

Unfortunately, it didn’t.

Denzel, on the other hand, could already tell that Sophia wasn’t coming out anytime soon. He had fucked up, and he knew it.

At this point, there was nothing he could do about it.

So, with a frustrated sigh, he got dressed and prepared to head off to work.

Maria was already completely preoccupied with Sophia’s discovery, her entire focus centered on figuring out how to fix the disaster that had just unfolded. That left Denzel with little choice but to continue his day as though everything was normal.

Besides, going to work wasn’t entirely pointless.

Not only was he making money, but he was also trying to get his abilities under control, using Antonia as a sort of training guide.

And so, when Denzel arrived at work, he stepped into the massage parlor and shut the door behind him.

As he turned around, he spotted Antonia standing behind the counter, casually reading through a stack of papers.

Her eyes briefly flickered toward him before returning to the document in her hands.

Then she froze.

A second later, she slowly looked up again.

Her gaze immediately landed on the bandages wrapped around his arm.

"What happened to you?"

Denzel paused and let out a small sigh. Before he could even answer, Antonia’s eyes widened.

"You got into a fight?"

Her expression twisted with disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Without waiting for an explanation, she marched around the counter, grabbed Denzel by his left arm, and dragged him deeper into the building.

The door clicked shut behind them.

A few moments later, they found themselves inside one of the private massage rooms, completely alone.

Denzel rolled his eyes, annoyed by her escalation.

"Don’t judge me. I just came here to do my job."

"Your job?"

Antonia shot him an incredulous look.

"Well, I can’t exactly let you get on with your job when your hands are injured."

She folded her arms beneath her chest and stared directly at him.

"Do you even know if you’re capable of performing any real massage techniques in that condition?"

Denzel opened his mouth to respond as he flashed his all so confident grin at her.

"Do you want to try and see?"

Antonia frowned.

"I’m being serious."

She folded her arms.

"You’re my employee. I can’t just disregard something like this."

"Don’t worry," Denzel replied with a dismissive wave.

"I’ll be fine."

"Yeah?"

Antonia scoffed before extending a hand toward him.

"Give me your hands."

Denzel blinked, unsure of why she’d requested that.

"Why?"

"Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have training to do."

Antonia rolled her eyes.

"You’re a newbie. You need constant energy control just to manipulate mana properly."

She pointed at the bandages wrapped around his palms.

"You could barely control anything when you were perfectly healthy, and now you think you’re going to do it with damaged hands?"

Denzel clicked his tongue.

’Tsk. That means another drawback, as expected.’

He had honestly hoped his injuries wouldn’t affect his training.

"What good is showing you my hands going to do?" he asked.

"I’ll heal them."

Denzel froze.

"Heal me?"

His eyebrows shot upward.

"You can do that?"

Antonia nodded.

"It’s part of my specialty."

"Specialty?"

Denzel tilted his head.

"Well well, that doesn’t really answer anything. How exactly do you do it?"

For the first time since he’d arrived, Antonia hesitated.

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

At the same time, a trace of annoyance flickered through her eyes.

She remained silent momentarily as Denzel stared at her.

"What’s with the sudden silence?"

"Ah..."

Antonia looked away.

"It’s complicated."

"Complicated? Enlighten me..."

Denzel narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"My specialty follows different principles," she muttered.

Denzel continued staring at her.

The longer he stared, the more uncomfortable she became.

Eventually, Antonia let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

She rubbed her forehead.

"For me to heal someone, I have to fulfill a certain criteria first."

Denzel raised an eyebrow.

"And that is?"

Antonia’s blush deepened.

For a moment, she looked as though she regretted bringing the subject up at all.

Then, after another reluctant sigh, she finally answered.

"I need to kiss the person first."

[A/N: Two gift donations and an extra Chapter will be released]