All Chapters of The Reaper's Harem: My Monster Mates: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

You think I'm just playing around? You think I won't cross that line?I stare down at Professor Hilbert's perfectly calm, knowing smile. He is treating my confession like a child throwing a tantrum. It pisses me off.I don't say another word. I grab his hot wrist, completely closing the distance between us, and lean down.My lips crash directly into his.I expect him to freeze. I expect him to pull away, to finally shatter that holy, untouchable facade and look scandalized. But he doesn't dodge.Our breaths tangle together.His lips are incredibly soft, warm, and tasting faintly of expensive tea and something intoxicatingly dark. Because we are so close, I keep my eyes wide open, watching his reaction.I see the exact moment the emotion in his emerald eyes ripples and changes. There is a brief flash of surprise, but it is instantly swallowed by a deep, terrifyingly dark wave of pure, suffocating indulgence.

"Throw her down, Raziel! Toss her off! I'll catch her in my teeth!" The Sphinx paces furiously at the base of the wall, roaring into the night air."Absolutely not!" I yell over the rushing wind.Raziel twists violently in the air, trying to shake me off like a dog shaking off a flea. But I am a Reaper. I stick to his interlocking wheels like superglue.I pull myself up, crawling over his sacred rings until I am face-to-face—or rather, face-to-giant-glowing-eyeball—with his central core.I stare directly into his golden pupil."Listen to me, Angel," I say, my voice dripping with sweet, deadly menace. "You are going to act like a good little taxi and fly me safely to my dorm window. Or else."Raziel's synthesized, emotionless voice vibrates through the rings, cold and utterly unbothered. "Or else what? You are a freshman. You cannot defeat me in combat. Consider it a mercy that I forgive your blatant disrespect, purely be

The mathematical probability of your boyfriend getting flattened by a wild mountain boar is practically zero.But thanks to the Blood Moon frenzy, the odds were apparently not in his favor.I stare at my phone screen, reading the text twice just to make sure my eyes aren't malfunctioning.Chloe had cried until she fainted, woke up, cried some more, and then suddenly realized that the tragedy had caused her Awakening Purity to spike.Now, she has hastily buried the poor guy in record time and is frantically begging me to extract her so she can get her mutation tested at the Academy.What a profitable tragedy.As a premium mercenary, I fully intend to extract her at noon.But before I can leave campus, I have a massive, God-tier problem to solve.Professor Hilbert.I am currently sitting in his private office, stubbornly clinging to my Chloe disguise."Please, sit," Hilbert murmurs, pouring a cup of warm tea. He slides it across the mahogany desk. "And here I thought you were genuinely

Professor Nyla hands me a customized training regimen.One glance at the unhinged weight requirements and combat sets tells me everything. It isn't designed for a student, it's perfectly calibrated to push a seasoned assassin to her absolute limits."You underwent highly lethal training before enrolling," the Giantess rumbles, leaning against the weapon rack. "Stick to your habits. We are just increasing the intensity."I don't hold back.For the next hour, every strike and evasion I make on the mat is stripped down to raw, military-grade efficiency."It makes perfect sense you Awakened to the Reaper bloodline," Nyla notes approvingly as I step off the mat.She gestures to my thigh holster. "Custom firearm? Let me see."I hand over my matte-black pistol."I'm running dangerously low on ammo, Professor. Can the Academy supply free bullets?" I ask, my brain never missing a chance to exploit the school's budget.Nyla e

Arlo looks like he wants to bury his face in his hands, but I don’t give him the chance. I grab his wrist, dragging him toward the exit before any other clients can try to flirt with me.I don't make it two steps past the cafeteria doors before I press my back against the cold stone wall, signaling Arlo to stay silent.Through the heavy, slightly ajar doors, Medusa's voice rips through the air like a jagged blade."Damn it all!" she snarls. "Why is she so powerful? Why does every Professor treat her like she's made of glass and gold? And most importantly...why does she smell so distinctly of Professor Hilbert?"I feel Arlo stiffen beside me at the mention of the Professor's name.I just smirk, leaning my head back against the wall. Guilty as charged."Professor Hilbert...The pristine, untouchable God of Abundance. How could he be claimed by a brat like Rea? What does she have that I don't?""Liviel," she hisses. "Y