Reverse Harem Manhua Novels & Stories

I reassure her, gently reaching out and stroking her cheek softly. She gives me a small smile before pecking me softly and stepping away so an anxious Salem can take her place. Wrapping me in his arms, I instantly see the glow from the corner of my eyes that leaves them as he tries to heal me. "Not to interrupt, but I think if each of you were to place a hand on Mila while this young man tries to heal her, I believe it may work this time." Hecate states, and within seconds, I feel as several hands are placed against me.

She glanced at Shadowfang, who was behaving attentively and cooperatively toward me. She lacked even the courage to step forward and confront us. Instead, she turned and fled in a panic. On Wednesday night, Stacy arranged to meet her third target—the number one healer on the server, with the in-game ID "Reviver". I arrived early at an upscale restaurant, dressed in an elegant gown. Reviver was a polite-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses, whose calm exterior concealed a scheming nature underneath. I only said, "You made a positioning mistake in the dungeon last time and nearly wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology."

Instead, I nodded along with every point she made, agreeing with each one wholeheartedly. “I have a few I can give you to read. Have you ever heard of a Reverse Harem?” I wasn’t sure I’d ever see someone’s face contort into pure happiness the way Delaney’s did as I explained what a Reverse Harem was. This time, the whisper slipping past her lips wasn’t for show. She asked for more details, and even went as far as whipping out her phone to order a few. As class began and the professor hobbled in, his snowy hair slicked across a balding head, the room descended into silence.

When I woke up, I realized I had fallen straight into one of those “no morals, proceed at your own risk” reverse-harem erotica novels. My latest research project, by the way. The basic premise goes like this: The male lead is Daniel Hord—the kind of ruthless, untouchable trust-fund prince who could buy half of the city before breakfast. The heroine is me, applying to be his live-in housekeeper. He discovers I look suspiciously like his first love, Wendy Gold, and instantly decides I’ll be her stand-in. He forces me into a relationship, locks me in his glass penthouse, and from that moment on…

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.

When the aftershocks finally ebbed, Josh pulled out, flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion, and drove back in. Noah and Steve flanked me. Noah kissed me filthy and slow, swallowing my moans. Steve’s mouth found my throat, sucking marks into the skin just below my diamond choker. When he finally eased out, the wet rush made me whimper. Cum leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath my ass, cooling against my overheated skin. My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer.

"Should I mention that the woman is lucky if she gets caught by one man and not all of them? If more than one man catches the woman, she belongs to them all." Thank the Moon Goddess; we're so damn possessive. Werewolves don't tend to share their partners unless it's a special case, but even on those occasions, consent is essential. I reach for her hand. "So, it turns into forced reverse harem activity?" "Exactly. To each their own, but the forced part isn't quite something anyone would enjoy, right?" I nod, eager to learn more.

Harem ordered his men to drag Elmer closer to the monsters before threatening Azura, saying, "If you don't want your friends to die in front of you, you better deal with these monsters!" Elmer stared in horror at Harem, then turned to look at the mysterious man and begged; he tried to shout out loud, "No, don't do that to Azura!" "Don't do that. Azura! No matter what they say. I'd rather die than see you endanger yourself." Elmer spoke softly to convince Azura not to comply with Harem's request. Suddenly, the mysterious man laughed, looking at Elmer with dangerous eyes and saying: "You are a stupid little tit! There is still hope for her survival if she defeats these monsters. On the contrar

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Damon followed moments later, pulling out of my mouth and painting my face and breasts with thick ropes of his seed. Exhausted, trembling, and covered in their cum, my body finally gave out. The world blurred as I passed out from overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion, Julian still quietly reading his book on the couch.