Harem Games Novels & Stories

After everything I woke up to this morning, I’m not sure I want to know more about him. Still, I say. “Go on. Tell me.” “Okay, I think you should know that the King has a harem—” “What?” My voice rises before I can control it. “A harem? As in… women?” “Yes—” I scoff. “Of course he has a harem. What else would I expect from a wolf? They’re nothing like humans.” My voice turns sharp as I list all the bad things I’ve heard about them. But Kie shakes her head. “The King’s mother, Her Highness Renna, is the one who created the harem.”

"That’s the new Student Office administrator, and that girl looks like a freshman. They must be dating!" "No way. His wife literally just gave birth two weeks ago. So he’s cheating?" "Disgusting. What a disgrace to the school. Only someone guilty would sneak into a phone to delete photos." "Wait a sec, that girl’s from our class, right? The one on welfare. But she’s always spending like crazy. Could she be a sugar baby?" Rachel saw the post soon after. Her eyes went bloodshot with fury, as if she wanted to devour me. "Lila! What the hell are you trying to do?"

--- In the system lobby. The broadcast screen lit up with a new announcement. [S-Rank Dungeon “Mental Asylum” is now permanently sealed.] On the forums, players were already snickering. [Knew it.] [What is wrong with this girl? Every dungeon she clears gets locked afterward.] [She’s basically Conan in an infinite-world novel. Every horror dungeon’s worst nightmare.] [I still don’t get why that anomaly said “sorry” to her at the end.] [Forget sorry—how did he even know about Rose Manor?!]

“Yes, of course. I do!” Damon moved first, hovering over me, to position his already throbbing length to my entrance. He slammed into me, slaps of skin on skin echoing in the safe room. Then, Julian followed after, pumping in and out. Then, Christian flipped me around, having me in all fours and slamming into me. This was my new life and I couldn't be so lucky to be this blessed with three huge dicks at once.

“What?” She brings her hand thoughtfully to her chin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s play a game. I guess what you are. You say hot or cold.” “No.” “Silver hair, silver eyes… oh… I know… you're a polar bear.” Dorian lowers his eyelids. Really… a polar bear? “That’s ridiculous, even for you.” “Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.”