Novel & Cerita Men Of The Harem Webtoon

It felt as though I was just another piece of his collection of women, a trinket to be stored away until he desired me again. I had hoped I would not return to the harem, but it was where he wanted me, and the sweet, familiar scents of jasmine and sandalwood greeted me once again as I entered the harem. The other women sat on silk cushions, smoking or drying their skins off or indulging in whatever hobbies they thought would make them more attractive to Alpha Grey.

Synn slurred, she still seemed excited about the punishment. "Shemika, I bet you'll love this. It's harem! I've never tried it before and I've always wanted to. Imagine being fucked by these guys. They're hot, handsome, crazy, and have the darkest sexual fantasies." Synn exclaimed. My mouth dropped open, "How does this even sound fun to you?" I managed to ask.

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

Why hasn't the favorability reached 100% yet? It had been stuck for several months already. [Host, don't worry... wait...] At the same time, the room suddenly turned noisier as the students sitting around Finn stood up. Finn watched as they rushed to meet a young man walking in leisurely through the east entrance of the bar. The young man looked about 21 or probably 22. He had a really long height of about 6'3 or 6'4. His features were impeccably perfect. He looked like he mistakenly entered the bar after stepping out of a manhwa. His presence filled the room with light and power.

The feminine man from earlier was already standing by in front of the door and he seemed quite pleased to see Levana after the treatment. “By the way, let me formally introduce myself, my name is Fauzan and I am the eunuch in charge of the harem.” “Eunuch? What is all of this about? Why am I here?” She asked. “You are now at Prince Hamza’s harem and tonight, you will join the other women to greet him back from a long day of work.” “What? I don’t understand.” Levana replied.

I sat down and looked to her expectantly. “So… Um. I suppose we can start with the Harem itself? This is where King Xaden keeps the women from his conquests. He usually keeps four to six girls in his private wing for himself alone, but the Harem is like his reserve. The place he keeps courtesans he’s not really interested in anymore but doesn’t want to sell yet.” My stomach rolled with every word. By the gods. How awful. “We’re currently twenty girls in the Harem. Twenty one including you now. Um…” Her nose scrunched prettily as if she was trying to think of any other details she might’ve been missing.

He leaned back a little with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re serious?” My eyes widened a bit heat rushing to my cheeks. “Dead serious.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “So you can be jealous but I can’t?” I frowned slightly crossing my arms even though I was still sitting on his lap. “What do you mean?” His brow lifted. “You haven’t sent away your harem” I said the words sharper than I intended. “My harem?” He blinked now caught off guard. “Yes!” I said trying not to sound childish. “All those women back at the pack. You think I don’t know they’re still there?”

“It’s so… so full… you… you have to pull out…” Her whole body was as red as a fully cooked shrimp, with a crimson flush spreading across her skin. The man’s massive member felt exceptionally prominent inside her recently climaxed passage, making her feel exceptionally shy and unable to speak. Unexpectedly, Victor suddenly curved the corners of his mouth and withdrew it gently. Semen instantly flowed out in a stream—its thick, white color splashing all over her crotch, creating a scene of unbridled lust. Then, he wickedly thrust it all the way back in. “You came,” he said in a low voice. “What about me?”

There was much more than an elaborate plan, and that terrified me. “At last, we have the pleasure of welcoming you to Amasia, the capital of Saurvel,” the man said graciously, and I knew we were in anarchist territory; here there were no rules, and the power of Temple was not reaching; we were completely on our own. “Please receive with respect our supreme leader and regent, Hakan.” “It can't be,” Lion whispered in dread. It was the first time I heard the priest speak like that; I looked at him and realized that he was not only surprised but actually terrified. So I looked at Biel, and my mate was serious, trying to hide his feelings: fear.

He takes his place on the other side of him, and the chatter continues until we all see movement off to the north. Four figures are walking toward us, followed by other men behind them, and I realize the four in front are the Alphas, and the ones trailing them are their Betas and other servants. The four of them are only wearing short, tight, athletic shorts, and my heart starts beating out of my chest just looking at them. When the four men come to stand in front of the king, I can hardly keep my eyes on their faces, not because I want to stare at their chests, although that is also the case. I’m just too nervous to make eye contact.