Kael Draven had barely survived his first day as the so-called Harem Overlord. In less than twenty-four hours, he had:
Fallen ass-first into a sacred spring while completely naked.
Awakened what was clearly the horniest system in existence.
Accidentally face-planted into a temple guardian's thighs and been knighted "Thigh Master" for his troubles.
And somehow, somehow, he was still breathing.
So when the dust of battle settled and the altar lights dimmed, Kael thought maybe—just maybe—the gods had finally decided to give him a break.
Then the temple doors exploded inward with a thunderous crack, the ancient wood splintering like paper. A wave of hot, perfumed air rolled in, carrying the scent of roses, smoke, and something undeniably sinful.
A silhouette lingered in the doorway. Feminine. Curved. Dangerous.
And then she stepped inside.
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Her skin shimmered like polished ruby under torchlight, each movement a deliberate invitation. Two horns arched elegantly from her forehead, catching the glow and gleaming like obsidian. Her wings unfurled behind her with a leathery snap, broad and predatory, their shadow stretching across the floor until it seemed to swallow Kael whole.
As for her "clothing"… well. It looked less like an outfit and more like someone had taken three strings, lost a bet, and called it fashion. Kael's brain stuttered trying to categorize it.
He croaked, voice breaking, "Is… is that lingerie, or did you just lose a fight with a sewing kit?"
The woman—no, the succubus—only smiled, lips curling like a cat toying with its prey. She sauntered forward, hips swaying with a rhythm that felt almost supernatural, every step timed to the frantic pounding of Kael's heart.
When she spoke, her voice was molten silk, honey poured over hot coals. "They call me Selvara, Envoy of the Queen. Herald of desire. Conqueror of mortal restraint." Her eyes gleamed, pupils narrowing to slits as they locked on him. "But you, sweet Overlord… you may call me whatever you wish."
Kael swallowed hard. Her words weren't just words—they slid into his ears, melted down his spine, and went straight south like arrows aimed at his stamina bar. His HUD flickered as the infinite green bar gave a smug little pulse.
"...Oh no," Kael muttered weakly. "It's glowing again."
Lysera clutched his arm in horror, hissing like a cornered cat. "A-A succubus! My lord, don't listen to her! Their every word is a spell!"
"Yeah," Kael croaked, trying and failing to tear his eyes away from Selvara's very intentional jiggle physics. "I kinda figured that out."
Selvara's smirk deepened as she drew close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She trailed one taloned finger down his chest, stopping just above the glowing fig leaf.
"My, my," she purred. "So the prophecy was true. The Overlord walks among us. Naked, divine… ripe for the taking."
Kael's voice cracked as he stumbled back a step. "Ripe?! Lady, I'm not a melon!"
The system chimed, delighted:
[New Sub-Quest Unlocked: Survive Seduction.]
Failure: Death by snu-snu.
Kael nearly screamed. "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
[Warning: Arousal Rising.]
[Advice: Remain calm. Excessive lust may cause fainting.]
Kael's eye twitched. His teeth ground together so hard he thought they might chip. "You shut up!" he hissed at the glowing screen hovering smugly in his vision.
Selvara tilted her head, crimson eyes gleaming with feline amusement. Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Talking to yourself already? How adorable. You'll make a fine little plaything." Her tongue grazed her lips, savoring the word plaything like it was a promise.
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Lysera, who had refused to let go of Kael's arm for even a second, suddenly jabbed a trembling finger at the succubus. Her emerald eyes blazed with holy fire despite the furious blush burning across her cheeks. "D-demon harlot! The prophecy said you'd come, but I won't let you corrupt our lord!"
Selvara arched a sculpted brow, the gesture dripping disdain. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, like a predator humoring prey. "Corrupt?" she purred. "Sweet little elf… he's already naked. What more is there to corrupt?"
Kael groaned into his hands. "Why does everyone keep reminding me of that?! It's not a fashion choice!"
Lysera stomped her foot with the righteous fury of a priestess defending her chastity. "Stay back! He belongs to the temple!"
Selvara's grin widened, her fangs flashing in the firelight. She stepped forward, hips swaying with sinful precision, each sway daring Lysera to look away. "Correction…" she whispered, voice low enough to curl into Kael's chest like smoke. "He belongs to me."
Before Kael could even form a protest, Selvara lunged. Her arms snaked around his neck, her body colliding with his in a rush of heat and softness that short-circuited his brain. She pressed against him like molten velvet, every curve molded deliberately against his bare skin.
Kael went rigid. His breath hitched. His nose twitched violently.
Don't sneeze. Don't nosebleed. Don't—
His nose detonated.
A crimson spray burst forth, splattering across Selvara's cleavage in a holy arc of humiliation.
Time stopped.
Selvara glanced down at the blood trickling over her breasts. Then she laughed—a sultry, throaty laugh that rolled through the chamber like music designed to make spines shiver and knees buckle. Slowly, deliberately, she dragged a finger through the mess, lifted it to her lips, and licked it clean.
"Mmm." She moaned softly, as though tasting something decadent. "Tastes like destiny."
Kael's knees buckled. His vision blurred. For a moment he genuinely believed this was how he would die.
[Critical Seduction Success.]
[Affection +30: Selvara the Succubus is now infatuated.]
Kael gagged on his own spit. "Infatuated?! I didn't do anything! I just bled on her!"
The system purred smugly: [For succubi, that counts as second base.]
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"NO!" Lysera shrieked, face crimson as she ripped Kael from Selvara's grasp like a protective cat yanking away a kitten. She hugged him tight to her chest, her holy staff glowing as if ready to smite. "You vile leech! He's not yours!"
Selvara tilted her head, smirk sharp enough to cut glass. "Oh? And what are you then, little elf? A jealous maiden?"
Lysera puffed up, ears twitching furiously. Her voice trembled but her resolve did not. "I—I am his first waifu! And I won't let you steal him!"
Kael's jaw unhinged. "W-wait, WHAT?! I didn't agree to that!"
[Correction: Yes you did.] the system whispered smugly.
Kael screamed at the heavens. "STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!"
The air thickened as the two women squared off, divine light clashing against demonic flame. Sparks crackled, staff versus whip, holy aura versus sinful charm. The floor beneath them groaned as if even the temple itself wanted no part in this insanity.
Kael's stomach plummeted. "Oh no no no no no—"
[Warning: Waifu Battle Detected.]
[If unresolved, stability meter will collapse. Possible outcomes: empire destroyed, user trampled in cuddle pile.]
Panic spiked through Kael's veins. Think, Kael. THINK! He had no weapons, no armor, no dignity, and his only power seemed to be "falling into thighs."
So he did the only thing that came to mind.
He dropped to his knees, threw his arms wide, and latched onto both women at once like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. His voice cracked as he shouted:
"WAIT! Don't fight! There's… there's enough of me to go around!"
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Silence.
The temple froze. Even the torches flickered in confusion.
Both women stared down at him in stunned disbelief. Lysera's jaw dropped, her ears twitching violently. Selvara's lips parted in a slow, predatory grin that promised trouble.
Kael's heart thudded so loudly he swore they could hear it. Oh gods. Oh no. Did I just say that out loud?!
Selvara purred, voice dripping satisfaction. "Mmm. I like him."
Lysera went scarlet, steam practically billowing from her ears. "M-My lord! Y-you can't just say things like that!"
Kael gulped, hands trembling as he tried to wave the words away. "I didn't mean it like that!"
The system beeped cheerfully:
[New Title Acquired: Accidental Polygamist.]
Kael screamed into his palms. "I HATE THIS SYSTEM!"
The system chimed, each word flashing across Kael's vision with smug satisfaction:
[Congratulations. You have unlocked: Polygamy Path.]
[New Stat: Harem Stability (Currently: 5% — DANGEROUSLY LOW).]
Kael's shoulders slumped, his head hanging like a man walking to his own execution. He dragged both hands down his face until his palms muffled his groan. "I hate my life."
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A low chuckle curled into his ear. Selvara leaned down, her crimson hair spilling over his shoulder as one sharpened claw traced lightly along his jawline. The touch was feather-soft yet threatening, like the caress of a predator deciding where to bite.
"Don't worry, Overlord," she whispered, her voice molten and intimate. "I'll raise that stability for you… one night at a time." Her hot breath ghosted across his skin, making him flinch.
Before she could press closer, Lysera shoved between them, cheeks burning so brightly they nearly outshone the altar's light. She swung her staff defensively, glaring up at Selvara with all the fury her small frame could muster. "Y-You succubus! You will not steal his virtue while I still draw breath!"
Kael's face twisted like he'd just swallowed something rotten. "Virtue?! I lost that the second I tripped naked into this temple!"
The system chimed again, oh-so-helpfully:
[Fact Check: True.]
Kael threw his arms up. "Why does the damn system keep siding against me?!"
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Before the argument could spiral further, the temple floor rumbled beneath their feet. Dust rained down from the vaulted ceiling as the great altar blazed to life, flooding the chamber with searing white light.
Another glowing message burned itself into Kael's vision:
[Quest Update: Assemble the Harem.]
First Target: Recruit the Elf Priestess (Completed).
Second Target: Recruit the Succubus Envoy (In Progress).
Third Target: Incoming…
Kael blinked at the words, his heart skipping several beats. "…Wait. Third target? Already?!"
The colossal temple doors groaned in protest, their ancient hinges shrieking as they were forced open once again. Cold air gusted inside, carrying with it the scent of iron and battle.
Through the widening gap, a shadow stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. A massive blade rested casually across her back, taller than Lysera herself. The woman's silhouette radiated lethal intent—her aura so fierce and commanding that even the torches flickered away from her presence.
Selvara's lips pulled back into a hiss, her wings twitching defensively. Lysera clutched Kael's arm, her knuckles white as her breath caught in her throat.
Kael, however, could only whimper, his knees threatening to give way. "Oh gods. Don't tell me. Waifu number three already?"
The system beeped brightly, almost giddy:
[Correct! Warning: Harem Expansion Rate may cause user collapse.]
Kael tilted his head back, eyes bloodshot, and screamed to the heavens, his voice echoing off the stone walls like the howl of a doomed man:
"CAN I PLEASE GET SOME DAMN PANTS FIRST?!"