The Reaper's Harem: My Monster Mates
"Seven is the absolute sweet spot. A different flavor for every night of the week. It keeps their stamina up, keeps me dripping in attention, and ensures I never, ever get bored."
The heavy, intoxicating scent of her raw pheromones rolls across the room. Half the freshmen at the neighboring tables are practically panting, staring at her with glazed, violently aroused eyes.
Arlo violently chokes on a piece of dry chicken. He coughs, his face turning bright red at the sheer, unapologetic degeneracy of the conversation.
I, on the other hand, am completely unfazed. In fact, I respect the hustle. Why choose one when you can successfully manage a schedule of seven?
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