The Beloved's Harem

Published on July 22, 2016: First published on sexinsex.

Today is Monday,

which might not be a good day for students, even for me.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not suffering because of school.

In fact, quite the opposite, school is a rare opportunity for me to relax.

Aside from the necessary closeness with the girls during breaks and the occasional skipping class for a wild time in the infirmary,

I can usually listen to the teacher and let my surging super weapon rest for a short forty minutes.

The reason I feel uncomfortable is simply because of lack of sleep.

And the reason for lack of sleep is, of course, because of women.

Although I am the empress, I am still just a student, not a genius like in movies and games, and I don't have time to work to earn money, so I have to rely on the support of my elders.

And they call this "work".

On weekends, besides occasionally accompanying certain girls to travel to various places or playing some fun games.

My personal time is completely filled by my elders, not for tutoring or chores.

It's for satisfying their sexual desires.

To put it bluntly, it's like being a male prostitute. During these times, they show no mercy to me, the empress of their harem.

After all, this is a rare opportunity each month to be intimate with me. These mature women, whose sexual desires have been suppressed for so long due to work, will inevitably experience uncontrollable escalation.

I'm a student, while they are either presidents of large companies, high-ranking government officials, or military officers… Normally, I'm just playing around with girls my age at school.

Only teachers, the principal, restaurants near the school, and certain companies allow me to have sex with women older than me.

So, they always find various reasons to come to the area around my school, waiting for a chance to have sex with me.

But even then, there's no guarantee of success, as many women are eyeing me, and their identities vary greatly.

So what if you're a director of one of the top five richest companies in the world?

So what if you're the chief justice of a country's Supreme Court?

Even if you're the queen of some small Eastern European country, so what?

If I were to actively seek them out and issue orders, even if it meant forbidding them to wear nothing but fake tails inserted into their anuses and various colored stockings on their feet, they

'd probably drool over urinating in front of the monument in the city square.

If it were simply about lining them up and thrusting into their vaginas and anuses while holding their big asses, that would satisfy them too.

But rare meetings are never just about playing around at home.

So, to satisfy their desires, they always choose weekends to hold all sorts of activities.

The activities vary, like having everyone except me sleep with me, then letting me use the master key card that can open every door in the city to do whatever I want.

Or having all the men and unsuspecting women sleep at home, while all the women I've slept with or can soon slept with paraded naked through the streets.

They use me as a prize, holding a erotic sports meet, with the organization winning the most gold medals getting to completely possess me for the remaining ten or so hours.

Or they might perform erotic acts. For example, last week they invited a world-renowned female magic and acrobatic troupe.

They weren't from this city, and I had no prior connection with them, but for some reason, they agreed to perform acts I'd never seen on TV before.

Like "Aerial Lace," a modified version of the trapeze act, where a beautiful woman suspended in the air catches a thrown girl not with her hands, but with her legs.

Then the two passionately kiss and frantically rub each other's clitoris while swaying in the air.

Or they might throw knives, but instead of knives, they throw vibrators, and the target isn't just one person.

It's a group of beautiful girls spread-eagled on a frame,

their vaginas and anuses facing the blindfolded, busty mature women throwing knives—no, vibrators.

With flashes of light, a vibrator is also inserted into the anus of one of the girls.

Besides these, there were many other erotic acrobatics, but it must be said that these were far more difficult than simple acrobatics, befitting a world-renowned magic and acrobatics troupe.

Later, while holding them and thrusting into them one by one, I discovered that without exception, they were all virgins.

Upon asking, I learned that they were super spies trained years ago by my wealthy and powerful harem of mature women using drugs and technology… and also my personal erotic acrobatics troupe. They

usually only played with each other's anuses and engaged in lesbian relationships. Although they had studied various countries' sexual techniques, they had kept their virginity so that I could be the first.

This moved me deeply, so I quickly enjoyed their tight and alluring anuses.

Perhaps because it was their first time, or perhaps because my super weapon was too powerful, their sexual techniques were ineffective. Ironically, their anuses felt better than their vaginas. This won't do; I'll have to properly train their vaginas later.

There's still some time before the magic and acrobatics troupe leaves the city; I need to solve their lack of vaginal proficiency before then.

Fortunately, they also said they would return here every now and then to give me special performances, and if I asked, they would send their holes to me even from the other side of the world.

My harem has been expanded with so many beautiful girls, and after enjoying their alluring bodies,

I can't forget the mature women who trained them, otherwise I would definitely have to endure their 10-hour torture of licking my asshole in turn.

So, I spent the rest of my time enjoying the plump, colorful bodies of mature women from various countries.

This directly led to my current sleep deprivation, but I also received tens of millions in pocket money.

In short, for these activities, they even "invited" many people out of the city, except for my relatives and friends of the girls who might become my women

. The others who remained were just there to provide me with more entertainment.

Because of this, most of the people in my school are girls, and the remaining boys are either deemed harmlessly impotent or so effeminate that many women have to look down on them.

Even the cross-dressers were continuously injected with female hormones and strange drugs by the school principal and teachers under various pretexts.

Although they had an erection, they couldn't find satisfaction with women; they only experienced true pleasure when a man ejaculated into their anus.

They also had difficulty getting an erection in front of women, and even when they did, they couldn't touch any girl without my permission.

Within a hundred miles of this city, which is neither too big nor too small, I am the only man who can be described as having "normal sexual function."

Neither my doting father, the class monitor, nor the shopkeeper I often buy water from, nor the young man who pretends to read the newspaper in the coffee shop after school—

none of them possess normal sexual ability. The one who achieves this is a female scientist who is practically a legend in the world… Her name is Christina, hailed as the contemporary Newton and Einstein, and even surpassed by some.

She is not well-known to the general public, but is a household name in the scientific community, yet no one can clearly explain her specialty.

That's why she's considered a legend; some even believe she's a figure fabricated by scientists due to their inability to produce research results.

The reason I mention her is because she is also one of my harem members.

And a crucial one at that, the object of my first sexual experience… and the reason I became the "darling of the world" and the mistress of my harem is actually due to her help.

The reason why the men in this city lack normal sexual ability is also due to her creation of a bioweapon called the Exclusionary DNA Modification Virus.

But let's leave that aside for now...

Anyway, to maintain the city's outward appearance of normalcy,

newspapers and online media are filled with women actively trying to make my life in this city happier.

To make the air I breathe fresher, the mayor called on all citizens to plant plants.

To allow me to experience the pleasures of other countries right here in this city, a top-tier architectural design group even built various replicas of famous works around the city.

Although it's not a city with a very large population, it's like a miniature version of Earth, with all sorts of bizarre things.

If it weren't for the collective efforts of various countries to block news about this city and strictly limit the entry of outsiders... it would have become a major tourist destination long ago.

When dozens of high-status women knelt before me and said, "This is your city, you are our king, and each of us is your subject, wife, lover, friend, slave, and pet.

And our descendants will be the same,"

I was completely bewildered. Before, as I grew older and began to understand responsibility, I was still struggling with how to give all my women a proper status.

Even though the police chief was already my loyal sex partner and semen dumping ground, and the head of the department that managed juvenile delinquency—ah, I mean the head of that department—was my nipple pet, number 24, so I didn't have to worry about being locked up for having anal sex with teenage girls.

But even those girls I abused most severely when I couldn't distinguish right from wrong, those who had lost their limbs and were now my flesh pillows and fleshy babies—

I wanted to give them a proper status, even if it meant asking my wealthy harem to provide their families with enough money to live a carefree life.

And because I fitted them with artificial limbs invented by one of Christina's scientific groups, they had no burden in their daily lives.

They don't really hate me, although a few days ago, when I was passionately fucking one of them—a pregnant woman who had already given birth to two children for me—before going to sleep... she mentioned it in her painful yet pleasurable moans, and even now, thinking about it, I still feel a little guilty towards them.

So I've long ago sworn that, except for the girls who actively want their limbs amputated to be used as dolls, I will never arbitrarily harm any woman because of my own desires.

And when I feel responsible for all the women I've had physical relationships with, I feel a sense of "maturity" that I once longed for.

And thankfully, my harem can handle most things for me.

So the only things I need to consider are what to name my daughters, or whose vagina and anus to fuck later... Ah? You ask why daughters? Because of those inexplicable things Christina invented.

This caused an irreversible mutation in my DNA, making my recovery abilities monstrous.

I even possess the ability to produce enough semen to fill an entire swimming pool. I also have

stamina that doesn't decline even after a month of work… (but even so, I still get mentally exhausted, especially from lack of sleep). My future offspring can only be girls, or intersex individuals, also known as futa.

Even if I give birth to a "boy" with a large penis but no vagina, he wouldn't really be considered a boy.

His appearance would naturally be female, and he might even have a pair of rather large breasts.

I was indeed somewhat depressed. Although I wasn't quite mature at that time, subconsciously I seemed dissatisfied with not being able to produce a son. Although I immediately became aroused and began wildly thrusting into her mouth, she still looked smug.

I was furious but helpless, so all I could do was beat her fleshy buttocks, which were probably red and swollen from sitting in a chair all the time, until she finally started begging for mercy after I ejaculated several times into her anus, which I had never penetrated before. She

told me I didn't need to worry about offspring anymore, saying that my offspring would not only learn incredibly fast and grow up to be exceptionally beautiful, but also have incredibly flexible and resilient bodies.

Within three years of birth, they would be able to withstand the thrusts of my super weapon without becoming too loose and unable to recover.

They could even use my nipples as sex organs, and had other random abilities as well. Although, thinking about it, this was no longer human… But as someone who uses women I like as sex toys, and urinates into their blood- and semen-filled vaginas after deflowering them,

my bottom line is simply to prevent them from being too miserable. As for ethics and such, I've already urinated into my mother and grandmother's mouths long ago.

And when I'm the mistress of the harem, I'm quite free.

I can do whatever I want, and I never get tired of using Christina's various inventions.

Even when I don't really want to have sex, I can hide in a place she invented called the Time-Space House to cultivate myself.

The Time-Space House's effect is to infinitely stretch a short period of time into endless time... It's said that this was created by the ability of a stunningly beautiful black-haired woman she once captured and made me have sex with, who then became one of my sex toys.

I once heard Christina explain it, but all that nonsense about eternity and fleeting moments makes me yawn.

Even so, this invention is one of the ones I use the most.

There's also a time-stopping pocket watch.

In this city, you could say that at least one in ten people has had a physical relationship with me, but there are also many ordinary people who don't know the truth.

So it's a normal society, I guess. Occasionally, I'll use the time-stopping pocket watch to have sex with strangers I fancy. And

a mirror that allows me to create clones with the same consciousness and feelings as me.

After all, I have too many women in my harem, so even if I have sex with someone every hour, and even with time-stopping and time-extending devices, it

still wouldn't be enough. Having sex with too many girls at once gets boring, and it's hard to fully enjoy each girl's body.

That's when I use this device; the clone is part of me, but not my original body.

Many girls aren't satisfied with having sex with the clone, but they still have to use them as a penis.

Occasionally, I use this device for gang rape games, which is quite fun.

There are also inventions like the cover that can control the age of the other person's body… For example, my grandmother, although well-maintained, is over fifty, and her large, watermelon-like breasts are slightly sagging.

Using this cover can restore her body to its most vibrant twenty-something years, making her even younger than my mother.

But then she would lose her mature charm, right? So I only use it to slightly adjust her body.

However, occasionally when having sex with girls, I change their age while thrusting.

From loli to young girl, from young girl to mature woman, from mature woman to older woman, even old mature woman… cough cough.

It’s all very interesting.

Besides that, there are quite a few other inventions. There’s nothing I can’t do, only things I haven’t thought of.

So in every way, I’m quite grateful to Kriegami (laughs) and also to my understanding harem… “I always enjoy the most enjoyable harem life.”

And here I finally opened my eyes from my daze, tilted my head back and licked the tender, big butt and smooth legs swaying in front of me.

And stretched out my hands to knead the incredibly bouncy thighs and buttocks.

This is my older sister, and also one of my wives. She’s three years older than me, already an adult, and works as a print model.

Her figure is naturally incredibly hot. Her full and soft body can make any man feel that if he could hold her in his arms and cherish her, he would be willing to die tomorrow.

She was dressed in a black and white maid outfit. The black corset stretched upwards, supporting the lower edge of her ample breasts, which, due to gravity, sagged above my lower abdomen.

Long, thin white lace silk clung to her breasts, wrapped around her delicate shoulders, and pressed against her flawless white back before tying to the black silk corset.

High-quality black lace stockings covered her slender, pink feet, extending to mid-thigh, almost completely covering her legs.

Four black lace straps, embroidered with countless exquisite lace details, extended from the inner thighs of the stockings.

Her lower body was slippery, revealing a yellowish-white substance inserted into her smooth vulva.

Upon closer inspection, it was a banana.

This must be her breakfast for today.

The white lace-covered cap on her head swayed with the girl's movements, and her slender waist, bound by the apron belt, appeared even more delicate and alluring.

Once hailed by the media as a beauty unseen in a millennium, she was a top-tier woman in my harem.

Looks like she's here to wake me up today.

My sister is currently pulling down my pants, and my super weapon, which worked so hard yesterday, immediately sprang out.

"Wow, haha, so energetic so early in the morning!"

Without hesitation, she kissed the head of my penis, then began kneading the base with both hands.

"Mmm..."

Her cherry-like lips swallowed the egg-sized head of my penis into her moist, soft space.

"Hoo... ah, um... ah... ah... wow... um... so good... haa..." I turned my head away, enjoying the pleasure, feeling the soft, voluptuous breasts and the warmth of the girl behind me.

Yes, I was also resting my head on a girl.

This girl had her limbs severed and was currently sleeping soundly, her head and her long, silky legs—only a pair of porcelain-white thighs—placed in front of her vulva.

Her beauty was breathtaking, her long, black hair gleaming with a captivating sheen. Her snow-white skin and curvaceous figure were enough to drive any man mad. But her long hair was draped behind her limbless body, cascading down over her missing legs, while her disproportionately large, soft breasts, bigger than her head, served as my pillow.

The beautiful body without limbs evoked both immense pity and the darkest, most primal desires.

This was one of my wives, slaves and pets in my harem, named Yiyu.

As a maid in my household, she usually wore high-tech prosthetic limbs. Because I had spent the night exploring mature women's asses and drinking heavily with beautiful magicians, I went straight to sleep when I got home.

So I didn't know what had happened. It seems someone bathed and changed me before carrying me to bed.

She, however, had voluntarily removed her prosthetic limbs and used them as a fleshy pillow to make me more comfortable.

But I was slightly dissatisfied, because yesterday I had slept with dozens of mature women, their average age over thirty.

Everyone here has such a voluptuous figure, so right now I'd rather lie on the slightly heaving, soft body of the flat-chested loli... But this is, after all, the kindness of my slave wife, Yi Yu, so I have no right to complain.

I'll go find my loli daughters to relax later.

At this moment, Yi Yu also opened her eyes groggily because of my movements.

She had a pair of charming blue eyes, which were now filled with watery light, her emerald pupils as blue as a dream, carrying an indescribable allure.

After all, we've been husband and wife for a long time, so I reached out the hand that was just on my sister's thigh.

In place of her lost hands, I rubbed her slightly drowsy eyes.

I gave her a smile.

And she gradually woke up, looking at me gently, her soft, delicate, yet jewel-like lips parted slightly—"Good morning, my dear, Master. May your new day be happy too." Yes, that's right.

The new day officially began the moment she uttered those words.

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[This post was later edited on 2016-07-22 16:52]

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