My Taboo Harem System

Her hands roamed gently against his, feeling his thickness with every touch, while Denzel’s hands stayed firm on her ass, squeezing and holding her close.

He pulled her in tighter, erasing whatever space was left between them as the kiss deepened. Their tongues tangled in a rough, unsteady rhythm, neither willing to break away.

Denzel thought, ’Damn... she’s a really good kisser. Who knew a bitch this sexy could feel like this?’

The heat between them kept building until suddenly, Antonia pulled back.

Her lips parted from his, and she stepped away slightly. Her eyes were already glossy with tears, her breathing uneven as she tried to steady herself. Denzel stayed where he was, chest rising and falling heavily, still caught in the moment.

"Hey... what’s wrong?"

Antonia shook her head quickly, wiping at her face like she was trying to erase what just happened.

"No... no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It was a mistake. It was supposed to be... just a light kiss."

Denzel exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down.

"It’s fine. We both got carried away. That’s normal."

"No, it’s not normal at all."

She hesitated again, fingertips brushing against her lips as if she could still feel him there, like she was trying to organize her thoughts mid-collapse. Her voice dropped.

"If I really..."

Denzel tilted his head slightly, watching her more carefully now.

"I didn’t know you saw me like that, Antonia."

She immediately shook her head again.

"No, it’s not that. It’s just..."

She cleared her throat, visibly more nervous now, like she was standing on something she couldn’t step back from.

"I... I don’t... well... I like girls."

Denzel’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked her up and down, processing her words.

Denzel thought, ’So... this bitch likes girls.’

’So what, she’s trying to say she’s not even into men like that? With all that succulent flesh behind her? She must be joking, cause I most definitely don’t give a fuck.’

A short, dry chuckle slipped out under his breath.

Denzel thought, ’That actually explains a few things...’

But when he looked back at her, her expression had shifted completely. The confidence was gone.

She looked shaken now genuinely scared, like saying it out loud had exposed something she couldn’t take back.

"Why would I even be questioning your sexuality?"

However, at that moment, he couldn’t help but wonder.

’Although that those explain why she’s so bitchy towards men alot. Seems she’s captain lesbo or something....well, we all know that wise saying, she’s only gay cause she hasn’t had a proper dick in her.’

’Cause if she had me with her, I’d fuck her till she’d be screaming for my dick...damn it, why did she have to pill away from the kiss? Ugh!’

"I’m not a sexually interested person, rather... I think gay girls are really cool, although I do feel like their gay because they haven’t experimented with a guy." Denzel let out a light chuckle beside her, leaning in with that usual playful edge.

Antonia immediately stiffened.

"Um... no. That wouldn’t exactly be right. I don’t exactly think I can handle that."

Denzel tilted his head, still amused. "Handle what? A man?... that’s a preposterous thing for someone as pretty as you to say."

On hearing this, Antonia’s cheeks visibly reddened a tad bit, her eyes flickering away for a short while.

’Pretty?...me?’

A beat passed, then Denzel pressed further, voice teasing.

"How many men have you slept with on your life? I’d be surprised if you can even count."

Antonia went quiet for a moment. "I... can’t."

Denzel’s eyes narrowed slightly.

’This girl is a virgin for real? Hmm. My list for completing this taboo harem is mainly to hunt girls who act like they don’t want me, egoistic types...and the wincest type.’

He glanced at her again.

Denzel thought, ’She’s a lesbian and a virgin. So that kind of ticks a few of my wants.’

A pause lingered.

’But is this really what it is? Or am I just overhyping it?’

He exhaled lightly.

’No I’m probably just overhyping. Let me accept this for now, for her own sake.’

With that, Denzel took a step back, adjusting his posture.

"Well, Antonia... I’ll tell you one thing. Saying you surprised me would be an understatement."

Antonia’s face flushed slightly at the comment. The memory of the kiss still lingered in her mind, making her feel uneasy and strangely conflicted.

Antonia thought.

’I felt incredibly disturbed by this guy back then...but...’

Her eyes drifted toward Denzel onc4 more.

’Maybe I had it all wrong about him. Maybe he’s not just some egoistic asshole like all the other guys I’ve met.’

She paused a bit, her eyes returning back to Denzel.

’It’s a shame he’s a guy... if he were a girl, I’d be so into him.’

She shook the thought away.

"Well... let’s get on with the healing. Break time isn’t exactly as long as you think it is."

She stepped forward and held out her hand.

"Let me see your hand."

Denzel extended his hand, and she carefully began unwrapping the bandage. Slowly, the burnt skin underneath was revealed.

Antonia clicked her tongue softly.

Tsk

"I see... that did quite a number on you. I won’t exactly guarantee a full successful healing, but I will do my best."

She steadied his hand firmly.

Then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifted as she immediately began channeling her mana, drawing water forces from a nearby jar placed at the ointment section of the massage slab, the water energy beginning to gather as she prepared to heal his wound.

The water mana flowed steadily through Antonia’s hand as she focused on the healing process. It moved in controlled currents, following her movements like a guided stream, circling around Denzel’s injured hand and stabilizing the burn.

Denzel’s gaze drifted, unfocused at first... then slowly sharpened as he looked at her curvy shape again.

’Damn. I’m already missing that big ass.’

He forced himself to look away, but his eyes kept slipping back.

’Ugh...It’s not like I can just ignore it...’

He exhaled through his nose, trying to maintain composure.

’Stay focused. That’s the objective. Healing. Nothing else.’

But even as he tried, his attention wavered again.

Antonia noticed his hesitation.

"What is it?"

Denzel blinked, snapping slightly back to reality.

"Ohh...um...I have one question."

Antonia paused briefly, still maintaining the flow of mana through his hand.

"Hmm? Which is?"

Denzel studied her for a moment before speaking.

"You said you’re a lesbian... but have you ever actually been with a man before? ’cause... if you’ve never actually been in a relationship with a guy... how did you decide that so firmly?"

A brief silence followed.

Antonia’s mana flow remained steady, but her tone hardened.

"Because it’s obvious. Men are pigs. And when I say men, I mean all men. I’m not one of those people who sugarcoat it. That’s just how it is."

She tightened her grip slightly as the healing process stabilized.

"I guess I just grew up surrounded by that kind of behavior... so it naturally shaped how I see things."

Denzel listened in silence, his expression covered in complete intrigue, but inwardly-

’This bitch really is the bottom of the worst. A full on stupid feminist and a lesbian, and to top it off, she has the body every man wants and wants to keep that pussy away?’

’That’s it...you’ve made the list. You need to be fucked till you cry, not just in your pussy, but your ass too. That’s right...I’m going to enjoy destroying this bitch’s ass!’