Harem System Novels & Stories

] [ You have successfully transmigrated and can now gleefully become part of the story you wholeheartedly stole. [ I am your System. My name is System. Don't try to rename me. Unfortunately, your new body is about to undergo stripping you of your title if that's even a word, banishment, defamation, execution... the list goes on.] [ Current Survival Rate: 0.8%] [Emergency Protocol Initiated.] [Complete your first mission within ten seconds or face a dramatic death. At least it won't be as disgraceful as your first death.] [Don't worry. Your first mission will be hot.]

You are the guardian god of the male lead. “Exactly why I wanted to hit her.” [Then the owner is fully settled.] "Okay. If it is already the male lead's abstinence, he must also perform his obligations following the responsibilities given by the system. Otherwise, you will feel that you have not fulfilled your responsibilities well. Can't eat during the day, can't sleep at night." Phedra Elizabeth let out a satisfied smile, folded her arms, broke her neck, and prepared to attack. “You stay away from here for a bit. I don't want to hit the wrong opponent."

Teasing them and leaving them with hard-ons begging for her intoxicating touch, begging to be set free and be balls deep buried inside of her sweet tight cunt. She had the trio warped her tiny fingers. They knew that the second they saw her. She had them intoxicated with her mere presence. The trio were dominant, jealous and possessive men. And always have been. They didn't share women often nor did they sleep with the same woman twice because they didn't feel complete with any of their previous conquests. They felt awkward when they first shared a girl but it started to feel natural and more acceptable to them with age and the women didn't exactly oppose being fucked by three men.

“That’s one beauty, all right.” Reo said, “Well, of course he’s a beauty, he has the Shrine Maiden gene, after all.” “Shrine Maiden gene?” Logan asked. “What the hell is that?” I said, “Reo, shut up.” Isaac said, “It runs in the Onos family bloodline, and it has the power to make men fall hard for Haru.” Akira said, “I’ve heard of it. Wow, so it’s real?” Reo said, “Very much so.”

The only problem was my mother. How would I stay with someone who has given birth to me and watch her getting fucked by the mate that rejected me? That is too much for me to bear. I finally lay down sinking into the mattress. My body ached in protest as I adjusted to the unfamiliar comfort but exhaustion quickly took over. I closed my eyes and let myself drift. The nightmare came fast and hard. I was back in the harem. Only this time, it wasn’t Eliot’s cruel smirk that loomed over me. It was the triplets. Their stormy grey eyes burned with a hunger I couldn’t escape. It was worse.

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

As if the ghost couldn’t cross over some invisible line and had to stay in that small area only. Other than that the team was pretty good. There were mostly men, 7 to precise - 3 of them were married, one was divorced and 3 were single, always ready to mingle. And then there were 3 females excluding me, one was married, one was in a 9 year old relationship (probably dating since childhood) but also the biggest flirt I had met and then there was, Athena, least interested in human contact. She sat in the last cubicle, in a corner of the room, away from everyone. When she came, what she did, who she did, how she did, no one knew. And she didn’t care, she lived in her own little world. All in al

Yet, when she looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and kissed me on the neck, I even forgot my name. I carried her to the bed, and she giggled, pulling my lower lip with her fingers. “You are so fucking handsome, Julian,” she said as I carefully placed her on the bed. “If you were an omega, I would have made you mine. Nothing would have stopped me from putting a leather collar around your neck and throwing you into my harem.” “You have a harem?” I questioned. The shock was evident on my face because we outlawed it more than a century ago. It was my great-grandfather who believed it was inhuman to treat other people like objects. “Is it still legal in your country?”

I was a nervous ball of energy now; my leg bounced like a jackhammer, and my palms were sweaty. So far there were eighteen Dominant Superiors, all males. Six were human males, and four were human women labeled Dominant. Seven were male Moors, five were female Cores, and eight were male submissives. The girl, number forty-nine, stood at the front, surrounded by the blazing spot of humiliation, waiting patiently for her results; she wringed her fingers and sweated visibly.

“For years, I maintained this arrangement because I had not found my mate. I followed the traditions expected of my position, and I allowed you to remain here under the protection and provision of the Supreme Alpha’s household. But I will not continue to maintain a harem simply because it has always existed.” I tightened my hold on Evelina’s hand. “My mate has been found. My future has changed, and so must the household.” I rose from my seat. Every person in the room straightened. “Effective immediately, I am dismantling the harem.” A murmur passed through the Consorts before dying beneath the weight of my gaze.