My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 832: Bad-Girl’s Perfect Addiction

[Ding! Mission Completed!

Mission: Bad Girl... Tease the Consort physically and compliment her!

Description:Consort has been having Bad-Girl thoughts for Host lately. Make her never relinquish these thoughts and be the only thing occupying her mind all day throughout!]

Phei had flinched when the notification materialised.

Not at the completion — at the origin. The emergency mission had arrived the instant he’d risen from the couch to walk away, the System depositing it into his consciousness with the breezy, unsolicited confidence as if it were a benefactor who had identified an opportunity and expected its him to capitalize without deliberation.

He’d thought about it for a moment and contemplated the dynamics — the labyrinthine, volatile, potentially catastrophic dynamics — between himself and Consort and, hovering above them both like a deity with proprietary opinions about its property, the One Above.

He really didn’t know what to think of this.

And before he knew it, he was already doing it.

What was there to cogitate upon, really? Yes — he wanted Consort. Wanted her with the specific, targeted, discriminating hunger he catalogued her the way an oenologist catalogued vintages and had identified this particular one as something he intended to uncork on his own terms.

But not as a woman who had been handed to him. Nope. He did not think her as someone else’s subordinate delivered to his doorstep like a parcel from a sender whose return address read the being who nearly extinguished you.

The way that Consort had treated him — when he hadn’t even known of her existence, hadn’t perpetrated a single offence against her, or done anything to warrant the phantom hand around his throat and the humiliation of being ejected from a void dimension arse-first onto flagstone — such transgressions did not attenuate with time:

That had calcified and all of it had hardened into the particular species of resentment that a man did not forgive but instead filed, carefully, in the archive of debts he intended to collect with interest.

He had made a promise to himself: that one day — at a time and in a manner of his own selection — he would punish her for it.

Was this mission rendering that eventuality even more expedient?

So what if he was being merciless with her emotions?

...Had she ever been anything but merciless with his? Had she ever, in the entirety of their acquaintance, extended him a single courtesy that wasn’t contaminated by condescension or accompanied by the implicit threat of decapitation?

It was time to take a preliminary step and commence the first moulding of her punishment.

Starting small with the precise, surgical application of the one weapon he possessed that no amount of World Transcendent power could permanently inoculate against:

’Myself.

Of course, One Above would annihilate him for laying hands on his servant.

That much was axiomatic... but given how Consort had been dressed tonight — given the sinful, barely-existent, provocatively deliberate garment she had selected for an errand that could have been conducted in full ceremonial armour; her kimono — and given the System’s description of her recent psychological state which suggested she touched herself secretly; all that suggested there had to be a modality by which Consort operated outside her master’s surveillance.

Had to be.

Phei liked to think the System would not have issued an emergency mission with a reward if the doing it guaranteed his immediate obliteration from her master. The System was many things — cryptic, occasionally sadistic, possessed of a sense of humour that bordered on the cosmically inappropriate — but it was not suicidal on his behalf.

’Not lately at least.’

Mmm.

...So Phei’d done it.

Phei had activated Compelling Gaze the instant her eyes met his when he called her name. That was the moment — the precise, irreversible, crystalline instant when her gaze locked onto his amethyst eyes and the ability threaded itself through the connection like venom introduced through the optic nerve.

Her fate was sealed before her pupils had finished dilating.

And what remained — stripped of the ten thousand years of discipline, stripped of the composure and the elaborate architecture of self-denial she had been constructing since the first night she’d watched him through a window and felt something she refused to name — was raw hunger of her honest desires and fantasies for him.

Hadn’t the System said she’d been harbouring thoughts of him? Bad-Girl thoughts, as the System had phrased it with its characteristic lack of clinical detachment.

And with the Compelling Gaze amplifying every suppressed impulse, the fantasized scenario, and every clandestine midnight session where her fingers had done the work her pride refused to believe she was doing — all that persisted in her consciousness was the ravenous, desperate, all-consuming need to be chosen:

To please his and become everything she had been starving herself of for ten thousand years of self-imposedfamine.

All that remained was a woman who wanted nothing but everything she’d been denying herself.

Unfortunately — as he had anticipated — Consort was in the terminus, a World Transcendent through and through.

She had managed to rupture herself free from her desires, pleasure she was about to get caged into and shattered the Compelling Gaze’s hold through sheer force of will and cosmic-tier constitution, tearing herself loose from the ability’s grip the way an animal gnaws through a snare — desperately, violently, leaving pieces of itself behind in the escape.

Even the Goddess Fall Touch — even the direct, skin-to-skin transmission of goddess-conquering pleasure that had reduced every other woman in his repertoire to incoherent, trembling devotion — hadn’t been sufficient to arrest her run.

Well.

That wasn’t its purpose tonight anyway.

But Phei just smiled.

Because in the end — in the quiet, patient, cosmically assured end that he had learned to inhabit the way a spider inhabits the centre of its web — she would never forget this: the touch, his words, Phei’s scent that she had inhaled with such shameless, unguarded desperation; most importantly; the kiss on her neck that had detonated through her body with enough force to make a ten-thousand-year-oldvirginvanish.

It would always be what occupied her mind...

After tasting him — after permitting herself, for those few suspended, ruinous seconds, to experience what it felt like to be held by the man she had been fantasizing about in the secrecy of her own quarters — she would only descend further in the abyss of desire, sinful fantasy of him, pleasure she just got tonight.

Further and further she’ll fall into the abyss of longing, the chasm will only be widening with every day she spent fighting herself, every night she spent replaying the sensation of his lips on her nape, and the mornings she woke with the phantom of his warmth still pressed against her sternum.

Because unlike the phantom things Consort had been having and imagining; this had actually happened!

And after fighting herself — after exhausting every reservoir of discipline and denial and ten-thousand-year-old stubbornness — she would come back.

Phei after all, possessed an ability to render the eventuality of her coming back, a mathematical certainty rather than a hopeful speculation: Perfect Addiction.

Phei was impotent and helpless when it came to her in one specific dimension: he could not pursue her when she decided to flee, how could he chase a World Transcendent across whatever interstitial spaces she used to traverse reality?

She was faster, stronger and capable of dissolving into the fabric of existence itself and reappearing wherever she pleased.

But he’d be waiting.

Patient. Unhurried. Occupying the exact centre of the web.

That makes it even more thrilling... her coming back; seeking for my touch without even having to chase after her.

He was starting to realize which scenarios the Perfect Addictions was for really!

When he’d touched Consort...

’Ahh...How famished she has been.;

When Phei had touched her, he’d felt it in the tremor of her body against his chest and the involuntary clench of her fingers in his shirt and the moan that had escaped her — that single, devastating, completely uncontrolled syllable that had told him more about the state of her need than a thousand years of conversation could have, of course together with his Hunger Touch.

Phei already knew she was a virgin before today.

’But still — a-thousands-of-years-of-virginity?’

The sheer accumulated, compounded, astronomically accrued deprivation of that — millennia of a body that had never been touched by anything except its own reluctant hands in the dark, suddenly pressed against the chest of the him who had been the catalyst for every clandestine tremor she’d experienced in recent days.

When he touched her, Phei had barely held himself from devouring her after he got consumed by the hungry ravenous deprived feeling of her lust and past days desires he felt through Hunger Touch.

And that deprivation had been intensified — exponentially, mercilessly, almost cruelly — the moment she’d commenced having thoughts of him.

’Such a bad, hungry girl.’

He chuckled to himself in the dimness before the System spoke again.

[Rewards: Perfect Domain!

Description:When activated, a 100-metre radius around Host becomes a Domain that cannot be perceived by any third party unless Host permits it. Outside this Domain, nothing can observe what transpires within it or penetrate the Domain without Host’s explicit authority — including spiritual beings, omniscient entities, and all-seeing abilities!]

Phei held his breath.

The notification hung in his consciousness like a door that had just materialised in a wall he’d been pressing his forehead against for months.

Hadn’t he been complaining about One Above and Consort always keeping an eye on him?

Well problem solved!