Gon's Harem System
Chapter 146: Meeting Elowen

Chapter 146: Meeting Elowen

He’d escorted Lira back without a hitch, playing the part of the dutiful guide, but now that she was out of sight, his focus shifted

He was alone again, free to think, to plan

As he climbed a narrow staircase, his hand brushing the worn banister, he reasoned with himself

Three more women, that’s all he needed to conquer to level up

The thought settled in his chest, sharp and enticing, like a challenge he couldn’t ignore

Three more, and he’d hit that next threshold, whatever it was the system demanded of him

He paused on the landing, leaning against the wall as he mulled it over

The tournament had kept him busy, too busy to farm the system properly

That’s what he’d told himself, anyway

The chaos of the matches, the endless training, the eyes always on him, it had been overwhelming, a convenient excuse for why he hadn’t progressed

But now? Now the tournament was over, the castle quieter, and his time was his own again

Limited, sure, but enough to work with

Enough to make something happen

Gon pushed off the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips

He didn’t just want to level up, he wanted fresh women

The ones he’d already conquered lingered in his memory, their faces and voices familiar, their charms already claimed

No, he needed something new, something untouched by his game

The castle was sprawling, full of hidden corners and passing figures, servants, noblewomen, visitors still lingering after the tournament

Somewhere in these halls, there were women he hadn’t met yet, women he could turn his attention to

His smirk widened as he started walking again, this time with purpose

He wasn’t in a rush; he’d find the right ones

The thrill was in the hunt, after all, the slow build of spotting someone, reading them, drawing them in

He turned a corner, his mind buzzing with possibility

The castle was a maze of opportunity, and he knew how to navigate it

He’d start with the common areas, the dining hall, maybe, or the gardens if the weather held

Women tended to gather there, chatting or lingering, unaware of the game he was playing

Three more, he thought again, the number like a drumbeat in his head

Three more to conquer, to claim, to push him over the edge

Gon reached his room but didn’t stop, just glanced at the door before moving past it

No point in holing up now, not when he was free, not when the night was young and the castle was ripe with potential

He smirked to himself, a quiet promise settling in his chest as he went in search of new women, his steps light and his eyes sharp, ready for whatever, or whoever, he’d find next

Gon’s footsteps echoed through the castle’s winding halls as he made his way toward his mother’s chambers

The corridors were dim, the torchlight casting long shadows against the stone, but his stride was purposeful, his mind still buzzing with the thrill of the hunt

He’d bypassed his own room, driven by the restless urge to find someone new, and his mother’s quarters seemed as good a place as any to start

The heavy wooden door creaked as he pushed it open, stepping into the familiar space, rich with the scent of polished wood and faint lavender

Inside, he spotted her immediately, a girl cleaning near the hearth, her movements steady as she swept ash into a small pile

She was slim, her frame graceful even in the simple act of working, and Gon paused in the doorway, his eyes tracing her silhouette

Her hair was tied back loosely, a few strands escaping to frame her face, and when she glanced up at the sound of his entrance, he caught how pretty she was, delicate features softened by a faint flush of exertion

She looked flustered, but not in a panicked way; there was a quiet steadiness to her that intrigued him

He decided then and there to approach

He crossed the room casually, his boots scuffing lightly against the floor

"Hey," he said, keeping his tone easy as he stopped a few paces from her. "What’s your name?"

She straightened, setting the broom aside as she turned to face him fully

Her eyes met his, clear and unflinching, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but steady, not timid, not bold, just confidently quiet

"Elowen," she said, brushing her hands on her apron

She didn’t fidget or look away, and that calm composure only drew him in more

Gon smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips as he stepped closer

"Elowen," he repeated, letting her name roll off his tongue like he was testing it. "Pretty name. Suits you."

He tilted his head, his gaze lingering on her, taking in the way her cheeks pinked slightly under his attention

She didn’t shrink from it, though, just held his stare, a faint curiosity flickering in her eyes

He moved in then, closing the distance, his voice dropping to a warmer, smoother tone

"You’ve been working hard, haven’t you? Must get tiring, stuck in here all day."

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder, his fingers grazing her lightly

Elowen’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away, and that was all the encouragement he needed

"Someone like you deserves a break," he murmured, his hand lingering near her arm, his eyes locked on hers

Her lips parted slightly, as if she might respond, but before she could, Gon leaned in

His hand slid to her waist, gentle but firm, and he kissed her, soft at first, testing her reaction

She stiffened for a heartbeat, caught off guard, but then she softened, her quiet confidence giving way to a tentative response

Her lips moved against his, hesitant yet warm, and he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer until the faint scent of ash and lavender mingled between them

When he finally pulled back, her eyes fluttered open, the flush on her cheeks deeper now

She didn’t speak, just looked at him with that same steady gaze, though there was a new spark in it, surprise, maybe, or something else

Gon smirked, brushing his thumb along her jaw before stepping back