Gon's Harem System
Chapter 141: Back to his room

Chapter 141: Back to his room

Now back to Gon, The kitchen air hung thick with the lingering scent of sweat and exertion, a faint musk mingling with the sharp tang of spilled ale on the wooden floorboards.

Gon leaned against the edge of the sturdy oak table, his chest rising and falling in uneven, labored breaths.

His dark hair clung damply to his forehead, strands plastered by the heat of the moment, and his limbs felt heavy, as though the weight of the day had finally settled into his bones.

Outside, the wind howled faintly, a low moan that rattled the loose shutters against the stone walls of the keep.

Rain pattered intermittently against the glass, a soft, irregular drumbeat that matched the sluggish thud of his pulse.

He glanced down at the maid, her figure slumped against the table’s edge, her hands trembling as they gripped the worn wood for support.

Her chestnut hair was a tangled mess, spilling over her shoulders in wild disarray, and her apron hung crookedly, streaked with faint smudges of flour and grime from earlier duties.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, the sound a soft, ragged counterpoint to the distant rumble of thunder rolling across the duchy’s hills.

"Clean up," Gon said, his voice rough and gravelly, scraped raw by fatigue.

He straightened slightly, brushing a hand across his sweat-slicked brow.

"And don’t worry, I won’t report you covering for that absent girl."

He yawned then, a deep, involuntary sound that stretched his jaw wide, echoing faintly in the cavernous kitchen.

She didn’t speak, couldn’t, by the look of her.

Her eyes, glassy with exhaustion, flickered up to meet his for a fleeting moment before dropping again.

A weak nod was all she managed, her head bobbing once as her shoulders sagged further.

The motion was slow, almost mechanical, as if every ounce of energy had been wrung from her frame.

Gon watched her for a beat longer, a flicker of something like pity stirring in his chest.

But then he remembered, his skill was sharpening, his presence growing more potent.

Whatever toll this had taken on her, it was laced with pleasure too, a trade she’d likely not regret.

The thought snuffed out his guilt as quickly as it had sparked.

He turned away, the creak of the floorboards beneath his boots a sharp, dry sound that cut through the quiet.

The kitchen’s warmth faded behind him as he stepped into the shadowed corridor, the air cooler here, tinged with the damp chill of the storm brewing outside.

His footsteps echoed faintly, a steady thud-thud-thud that matched the sluggish rhythm of his heartbeat.

Another yawn forced its way out, this one quieter, muffled by the back of his hand as he trudged toward the narrow staircase.

The wooden steps groaned under his weight, each one emitting a low, mournful creak that reverberated through the stillness of the keep.

The wind outside grew louder as he climbed, whistling through unseen cracks in the stone, a high-pitched wail that seemed to chase him upward.

Rain lashed harder against the walls now, the patter swelling into a steady roar, like a chorus of tiny fists hammering for entry.

Gon’s hand gripped the rough-hewn banister, the texture biting into his palm, grounding him as he hauled himself to the landing.

His breath puffed out in faint clouds, visible in the faint glow of a single sconce flickering on the wall.

He pushed open the door to his room, the hinges squealing in protest, a shrill note that made him wince.

The chamber beyond was dim, lit only by the ghostly silver of moonlight filtering through the rain-streaked window.

The air smelled of old leather and faintly of the lavender Ana insisted on scattering across his bed, her touch, subtle but undeniable.

And there she was, curled up on the furs, her small form a dark silhouette against the pale linens.

Her head lifted as he entered, eyes glinting with a spark of alertness, her lips parting as if to speak.

"Don’t," Gon muttered, raising a hand to forestall her.

His voice was a groggy rasp, thick with the weight of sleep creeping in.

"I’m too tired for that."

He shuffled forward, boots dragging across the rug with a soft, scraping sound.

Ana’s ears twitched, her posture deflating slightly, but she said nothing, sinking back into the furs with a faint rustle.

The bed creaked faintly under her shifting weight, a sound swallowed by the storm’s growing fury outside.

He sank onto the edge of the mattress, the frame groaning loudly beneath him, a deep, protesting note that seemed to echo his own fatigue.

"Sword training’s early tomorrow," he added, more to himself than to her, his words slurring as his head dipped forward.

He rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, the motion slow and deliberate, trying to chase away the fog clouding his vision.

Gon fumbled with the edge of his tunic, tugging it over his head with clumsy, leaden movements.

The fabric rustled as it hit the floor, a soft thud against the stone.

He decided to check the system and its interface shimmered into view.

His groggy eyes squinted at the display:

Name: Gon Viller

Rank: Body Initiate

Level: Level one

Skills: Basic blade handling, Shadow step, iron veil

Conquered Women: Maid Elsa, Maid Ana, Nurse Celia, Maid Taila

Potential women: Scanning

Xp: 140/200

A slow, tired grin tugged at his lips.

Just three more women to conquer, and he’d level up.

The number pulsed faintly, a quiet promise amid the haze of exhaustion.

"Tomorrow," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain’s relentless drumming.

He closed the box with a soft click, the glow vanishing, plunging the room back into shadow.

He swung his legs onto the bed, the furs shifting with a whisper of sound as he settled in.

Ana’s warmth pressed against his side, a silent presence, but he ignored it, his mind already drifting.

He’d do it tomorrow, three more, easy enough.

The thought was the last clear one he had before sleep claimed him.

His breathing slowed, deepening into a steady rhythm, a soft snore rumbling faintly in his throat.

The storm raged on outside, wind howling like a restless beast, rain pounding the keep in ceaseless waves.

Gon slept, oblivious, his tired body sinking into the furs, the weight of the day finally lifting as darkness swallowed him whole.