My Taboo Harem System

With all that said and done, Denzel and Antonia left the room together, their voices blending into an indistinct murmur as they discussed their plans for the coming night.

Apparently, Antonia was actually fine with Denzel coming over for the small social gathering she was organizing with her friends.

It wasn’t merely politeness on her part, either.

Little by little, she had begun to see Denzel as an actual person rather than an enemy or a rival to her business and position.

After all, from everything she had observed, he had shown absolutely no interest in coveting her status or using her for personal gain... however, he did seek the latter.

As they walked, Denzel casually glanced at her.

"So, how many friends are you having over? And tell me, how hot should I dress?"

A chuckle escaped Antonia’s lips.

"They’re just my friends. What are you looking for, your wife out there?"

’Your wife? Not when my mum is still around...maybe I should have some alone time with her too.’ Denzel thought inwardly.

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"Nothing like that. I just don’t want to underdress or overdress, if you know what I mean...."

The two continued their conversation as they made their way through the building.

A few moments later, they stepped out of the passage leading to the massage rooms.

The instant they did, both of them froze slightly as their eyes had landed on a figure standing confidently beside the counter.

It was none other than Aisha.

The moment their gazes met, recognition flashed between them.

Aisha’s eyes locked onto Denzel’s.

Almost immediately, the trace of pride lingering within her expression flickered and weakened. Even without exchanging a single word, Denzel could tell from her eyes alone that she was still in complete submission.

’Huh? Aisha?’ Denzel thought inwardly.

’What’s she doing here?’

The next moment, Antonia immediately bent forward in a respectful bow.

"Your Excellency."

Denzel glanced at her.

’Oh, I should probably play along too, right? Though... I don’t think I could ever see myself bowing to a woman that was literally crying for my cock.’

With that thought in mind, he merely offered a gentle gesture of respect rather than a proper bow.

The moment Antonia noticed, her eyes nearly twitched.

’What the hell is he doing? Does he want to get killed?’

Suppressing those thoughts, she turned back toward Aisha and spoke respectfully.

"Whatever might it be that made you grace us with your presence?"

Aisha’s gaze shifted.

"Denzel..."

She called his name softly, almost under her breath.

Then she turned fully toward him.

"I want to..."

The words caught in her throat.

Her cheeks remained faintly flushed as she struggled to continue.

"I want to have a word with you."

The sentence finally left her lips, though the blush lingering on her face refused to fade...and Antonia, as always, remained dazzled on hearing her intentions.

’...Him? Again?...what the hell?’

***

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Denzel shut the door behind him as Aisha took a few steps deeper into the massage room.

A faint blush lingered on her cheeks. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering not only to the memory of Denzel’s cock inside her, but also to everything that had happened between them in this very room.

She quickly shook her head.

’No, no. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it.’ she told herself inwardly.

As she turned around, she suddenly realized that Denzel had already crossed the distance between them.

He was standing far closer than she had expected.

A small yelp escaped her lips.

Her body tensed slightly in surprise, and the blush on her face deepened.

"Oh, Denzel..."

Denzel stared down at her, his expression carrying a natural sense of authority.

"Speak already. Why did you call me here to talk privately?"

Aisha opened her mouth.

She wanted to answer, but for some reason her tongue seemed to refuse to cooperate.

She stammered for a moment before finally forcing the words out.

"It’s just... I... I... we needed to talk about what happened at my home... with Patrick."

Denzel frowned.

"What is there to talk about?"

Aisha blinked.

"What is there to talk about? I mean, you had a fight with my son. There’s a lot to talk about. And what is this I’m hearing? You actually refused to not back down on the duel?"

At those words, Denzel narrowed his eyes.

"So you’re the one who ordered that knight to tell me to back off?"

He took another step forward.

"And what? You expected me to actually leave? You expected me to pussy out of the fight?"

His gaze sharpened.

"Is that what you think of me?...Do you think of me as a pussy?"

Aisha was immediately left dumbfounded by the question.

’Oh no. Master thinks I insulted him.’

Her heart skipped a beat.

’Have I? Have I wronged my master?’

Before she could think any further, Denzel suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin.

The next moment, he pressed her back against the wall.

There was a firm, possessive force behind it that left her pinned in place beneath his gaze, and then he muttered.

"Yield. "

Then, without warning, a system notification appeared.

[Activation Phrase has been used.]

[Skill is now in use.]

Denzel’s eyes remained locked on hers.

"Well? Answer me."

His grip remained firm.

"Is that what you think of your master? Have I been away for so long that you view me as a man who would run from a duel?"

Aisha trembled.

"N-No, Master. It’s not that. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want anybody to get hurt."

"Me?" Denzel asked.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"You believe I’m the one who’s going to get hurt?"

His smile widened slightly.

"It seems you’ve failed to remember exactly what your master is capable of."

He leaned closer.

"Have you forgotten what his hands could do?"

Then his hand slipped beneath her flared skirt.

The moment his fingers brushed against the outline of her panties, right where her swollen vulva rested beneath the fabric, the magical touch of the skill immediately took effect.

Aisha’s entire body shuddered.

Unable to stop herself, she cried out loudly.

"Oh! Masterr...pleaseee...."