My Taboo Harem System

Denzel lingered for a few moments, taking his time as he spilled in more of his gush of sweet hot cum into Aisha’s throat.

Then he leaned forward.

His hand tightened firmly in Aisha’s hair, and he could feel it—he could feel her struggling, choking against his monstrous length which was stuffed so uncaring into her mouth.

Only when he was finally satisfied did he click his tongue.

’Yes, choke on me, you disobedient whore. You’ve got to shock to have a drink of this cum, you slut.’ 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As the last drop exited his length, he pulled himself back, finally releasing his cock from her lips.

Lowering his head, he fixed his gaze on Aisha.

She remained there, shamelessly exposed. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, burning with heat. Her mouth hung slightly open, and she panted heavily, struggling to steady herself as the faint stains of his semens could be seen all over her lips. Atleast until her tongue swept through it, licking every drop that was left.

’Oh my God.’

The words echoed endlessly through her mind.

Denzel spoke again, his voice low and firm.

"Listen to me."

Still gripping on her hair, without warning, he reached out and lightly slapped her cheek. It wasn’t hard—just enough to get her attention.

Aisha let out another shaky breath, immediately fixating her gaze on her master.

"Listen to me..." he repeated.

"Listen to your master when he’s talking."

"I’m sorry, Master." she stammered.

Denzel narrowed his eyes. His hard gaze remained fixed on her burning-red cheeks as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him.

Then he spoke once more.

"I want you to understand something, or rather I want you to communicate this to that idiotic son of yours..."

He paused deliberately, letting the words sink in.

"I’m not the one who’s at a disadvantage...Patrick is."

"You see, I don’t give a fuck if he has an element. I don’t give a fuck if he’s fucking Superman."

Aisha blinked. Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked up at Denzel, confusion flickering across her face.

"Superman?" she asked.

’This bitch doesn’t know?... ohh right, new world...hehe.’ Denzel thought to himself before he responded to her.

"Never mind." Denzel replied dismissively.

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"I want you to understand something."

His gaze remained locked onto hers.

"Patrick isn’t going to win that duel, so you don’t need to worry about your master."

Then his eyes narrowed.

"And before all of this is over, I’m going to ask you that question again."

His voice grew colder.

"This time, though, you’d better be careful with your answer. Because if you answer wrongly, believe me, I won’t care what the people around me think of your screams."

A brief silence followed.

"And you need to understand something else."

His stare hardened.

"You won’t be able to stop the punishment that comes your way."

Hearing that, Aisha felt her cheeks grow even hotter.

The truth was that a part of her wanted it.

She enjoyed these restrained intimate moments between them, yet at the same time, she knew they were dangerous if they were caught.

’I won’t be able to stop him.’

The thought came immediately.

’Because I know he doesn’t care if anyone catches us. Has he reached the point where his ego has grown this much? Has he reached the point where he’s willing to challenge anyone who stands between us?’

Then another thought emerged, one that made her heart pound.

’Is Master truly in love with me now?’

The mere possibility sent a tremor through her entire body.

Denzel studied her expression for a moment before speaking.

"Who do you value more? Me or Patrick?"

Aisha hesitated.

For several moments, she remained silent.

Then she found herself smiling slightly.

"I value you, Master." she answered softly.

Denzel simply stared at her as seconds passed.

Then a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Hm."

His grip loosened, and he released her before straightening himself.

"That’s good then."

He adjusted himself, pulling his trousers back into place.

"Cover yourself up."

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he turned toward the door.

"We’ll conclude this later...And when that time comes, you’ll get your reward for good behavior."

The words struck Aisha harder than she expected.

Excitement rushed through her so intensely that her body nearly trembled. For a moment, she felt as though her legs might give out beneath her.

But Denzel didn’t look back.

He simply walked away, leaving the room without another glance.

His message had been made perfectly clear.

He wasn’t afraid of Patrick.

***

’I do have a pretty funny heroic story.’ Denzel thought inwardly as he walked alongside Antonia.

’Unlike most people, I don’t just fuck up my enemies. Apparently, I fuck their mothers too.’

A chuckle escaped him.

’That wouldn’t be bad at all. It would completely cement my title as the motherfucker.’

The thought filled him with an unreasonable amount of pride.

’Oh well. Time to level up again.’

His eyes drifted toward Antonia as they walked.

’Antonia did say she was having a party with her friends.’

He studied her for a moment before looking ahead again.

’This could prove to be the beginning of something good. I’d better not fuck this up.’

His thoughts quickly shifted toward the gathering itself.

’Since this gathering is made up of people from our workplace, I don’t have to worry about familiarity, at least. They should already know me as a fellow employee.’

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

’So I’ll use this opportunity to get closer to as many people as possible and see just how much taboo I can stir up to earn some points.’

By the time he finished that train of thought, he and Antonia had arrived at their destination.

The house was a modest bungalow. Warm orange light spilled through the windows, accompanied by the faint sounds of activity from inside. It was obvious the party had already begun.

As they stopped in front of the door, Antonia turned toward him.

"I told you, it’s going to get really crazy in there."

She pointed a finger at him, a teasing grin spreading across her face.

"I’ll give you one more chance to back out, you know. You’re a man. You might not be woman enough to survive being chaperoned into an all-female group."

Denzel shot her a nearly murderous look.

"Just open the door already."

"Jesus," Antonia groaned.

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"What’s with all the seriousness?"

Shaking her head, she brushed past him and reached for the handle.

The door swung open.

As Antonia walked inside, Denzel watched her from behind.

’Hmm...Truth be told...It seems this bitch requires some discipline as well.’

With that thought lingering in his mind, he followed her into the house.

But what awaited him was something he could have never expected.