Apocalypse Descent: Farming With My Harem Novels & Stories

“Like what?” I rest my ankle over my knee and settle my elbow on the armrest. “For one, the grass and trees were scorched. It looked like someone dropped a bomb in the middle of it, but there are no bomb particles or any evidence of bomb residue. Yet, the ground and the burnt remains were covered in blood.” Fallon’s clear eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Wait, aren’t those signs of the apocalypse?” I nod. “It seems to be. However, as I explained to Mathias and Azazel, I did not order an apocalypse. I wouldn’t do that, considering you and Lana are here. Let me also state that I have no desire to start an apocalypse.”

It is best to keep her occupied with something than to wait for the next catastrophe she provokes. Paula and I do as Alice says. We take the batch of muffins out, people are already arriving at the Grand Fertility Forum that is located across the garden from the Ministry of Females. It is the first time I’m in here and I can’t help but gasp. The Grand Fertility Forum is an enormous rectangular venue with a vaulted ceiling and a stage on the far end of the main entrance. To the sides of the stage, there are grandstands for people to sit on and watch the show. The different stations for food, beverages, and desserts are right by the entrance door. We find our place and start to work hastily. A

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"Seeing you in your real form, I can never fuck you." "Shut up, you idiot," Marin shouted angrily, tapping her foot. "Then die here with this girl," Marin snarled, her hands clenched in rage. Marin and Smith vanished into thin air after saying this. Fenix took a look around; the place was filthy and disgusting. He approached Yona's Cage and noticed her. Her face has grown pale, her lips have become dry and she has collapsed. He attempted to open the cage, but it was secured by a spell-casting magic lock.

Agape cried in happiness and jumped to hugged Fafa Kirk tightly. Hugged tightly... "Waaaah! Agape! Why are you hugging---" My eyes went down to Fafa Kirk who wasn't moving? Agape's hugging his HEAD tightly and his face is buried in her CHEST! CHEST! MT. EVEREST BREASTS! And holy shit!

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

I said flatly, “it’s because we won—and then we’re getting divorced. So don’t get your hopes up.” Leo smiled painfully. “Shall we?” He offered his hand. I took it. We stepped out of the suite into the common area, where assistants waited to guide us. Then the dreaded mechanical sound chimed again. [SYSTEM] — Introducing the final set of Exes. — Exes, you may now join APHROXIS. I watched in horror as another group of exes entered the mansion, luggage in hand, smiles wide. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him.

The worst possibility came to him almost instantly, tightening his chest. Had Jack kept the bodies as spare rations? The thought made his skin crawl. Every hair on his arms stood upright. But the idea fit too well. In this kind of cold, the ground itself worked as a natural refrigerator. Nothing spoiled. People in apocalypse stories always turned to cannibalism. History held records of famines where neighbors ate neighbors. Years of peace had dulled those memories, but the end had stripped them bare. Cyrus inhaled deeply and steadied his heartbeat. He accepted reality faster than most. He had lived through an apocalypse before. He had been eaten once. He knew what hunger could do to a mind.

“What do you mean, Samael?” He rose to lean against the bar. “I mean,” he said slowly, “that nothing in Heaven's powers and those vested in the gods can stop this. Humanity's prophecies are coming true. The Kali Yuga, the Third Great Shaking, the Apocalypse, but not in the manner you imagine. John Lennon's song is precisely right. You are witnessing the end of an age.” He walked over to the jukebox and keyed up a song:

“Good. Because the system has big plans for its favorite Architect.” Marcus kissed the top of my head. “We build something here. Together.” Darius simply nodded, his hand finding mine. “And we protect what’s ours.” The apocalypse had stripped away my old life, but it had given me something far greater. A harem of powerful, devoted men whose pleasure fueled our survival and growing empire. The system continued to evolve, offering new quests and threats, but with these bonds, I knew we would thrive. I no longer fought the pull of intimacy. I embraced it. The Pleasure Architect had awakened, and the new world would feel every bit of her power.