Gon's Harem System
Chapter 150: Pondering his selfishness

Chapter 150: Pondering his selfishness

Gon leaned down, his lips brushing against Elowen’s in a fleeting, tender kiss

She lay there, her chest rising and falling softly, strands of dark hair splayed across the pillow like spilled ink

The midday sun streamed through the tall, arched window, casting golden patches across her face, and for a moment, he lingered, watching her

Then, with a quiet exhale, he rose from the bed, the stone floor cool beneath his boots

He grabbed his cloak from the chair and slung it over his shoulders, his movements deliberate as he headed for the chamber door

As he stepped into the corridor, the castle’s stone walls rose high around him, their gray surfaces softened by the daylight filtering through narrow windows

His boots echoed against the polished floor, a steady rhythm that matched the thoughts beginning to churn in his mind

He’d come here chasing power, chasing the system, that invisible force that dangled strength and status before him like a carrot on a stick

It was a game, wasn’t it? A quest to farm, to exploit, to rise

But as he walked, a nagging question wormed its way into his reasoning: Was he being selfish? Self-centered?

Elowen’s face flashed in his mind, soft, trusting, alone until he’d entered her life

She’d been on her own, tucked away in this sprawling castle, and he... he hadn’t exactly been a gentleman

Seduction had been his tool, a calculated move to win her favor, to ease his path

He hadn’t forced her, no, but he hadn’t been honest either

His charm had been a weapon, honed by the system’s subtle nudges, its whispered promises of reward

And then there was the girl from the night before, a sharp memory of hushed threats and coercion, blackmail twisting her into his arms

He grimaced, shoving his hands into his pockets as a faint breeze drifted through the hall

The system

That was the root of it all

It wasn’t just a tool, it was a lens, reframing the world into something game-like, mechanical

People became characters, their lives reduced to stepping stones on his path to greatness

Characters didn’t wrestle with morality, didn’t pause to feel empathy

They had goals, clear, shining objectives, and they pursued them relentlessly, no matter who got trampled along the way

Was that what he was becoming? A character in his own story, shedding his humanity piece by piece?

He paused beneath a towering tapestry, its vibrant threads catching the sunlight in a dance of color

The system would make him stronger, yes

It would sharpen his magic, elevate his name until it echoed in the halls of the most revered mages

But at what cost? He thought of Elowen again, her quiet vulnerability, and the girl from the night before, her eyes wide with fear and resignation

The system didn’t care about them, it didn’t care about anything

It was a machine, and he was its player, feeding it with every choice he made

Gon shrugged, a sharp, dismissive motion that stirred the air around him

So what if it was making him selfish? So what if it stripped away the softer parts of him? He didn’t care

Power was worth it, respect was worth it

He’d keep farming the system, keep climbing, until he stood among the most respected mages in the world

Or at least close enough to taste it

The castle loomed around him, vast and unyielding, and he straightened his cloak, his resolve hardening like steel

Humanity was a small price to pay when the prize was everything he’d ever dreamed of

With that, he turned and walked on, the corridor stretching endlessly before him

That evening, Gon sat propped against the headboard of his bed, the thick castle walls muffling the distant hum of the world beyond

The flickering light of a single candle danced across the room, casting long shadows over the stone

He waited, his mind drifting between anticipation and curiosity

Elsa or Ana would come, he was sure, maybe, if luck favored him, both

The thought tugged a faint smirk to his lips as he adjusted the blanket across his lap, settling in for the night

A sharp knock echoed through the chamber, pulling him from his reverie

"Enter," he called, his voice steady and commanding

The heavy door creaked open, and Ana slipped inside, her dark hair catching the candlelight as she shut the door behind her

She moved quickly, her steps light but eager, her figure striking in the dim glow, medium breasts pressing against her tunic, her large, rounded ass swaying with each stride

She reached the bed in a rush and threw her arms around him, her warmth enveloping him in an instant

Gon chuckled, the sound low and warm as he returned the embrace

"You must have missed me a lot, huh?" he teased, his hands resting lightly on her back

Ana pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes bright with something unspoken

She nodded, a quick, earnest motion, and leaned in to peck his lips, a soft, fleeting touch that left him wanting

He chuckled again, tilting his head as he looked at her

"Come on now, Ana, kiss me better than that," he said, his tone playful but edged with expectation

She smiled, a flicker of mischief in her expression, and murmured, "Yes, Master Gon," her voice soft and reverent

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his again, this time with purpose

The kiss deepened quickly, her mouth moving against his with a hungry edge, her hands sliding up to cradle his face

Gon’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer as their lips locked in a rhythm that felt both familiar and electric

Her dark hair brushed against his cheek, and he could feel the curve of her body, those medium jugs pressed against his chest, her large ass shifting as she settled onto his laps, straddling him fully, her thighs pressing snugly against his hips

Their kiss deepened for a moment before she pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with his

"Master Gon, is this alright?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur, carrying that familiar hint of deference she couldn’t quite shake

"Yeah," he replied, his tone easy but laced with quiet command

He leaned in again, capturing her lips before she could say more, his mouth moving against hers with steady confidence

His hand slid down to her large ass, giving it a playful tap, not hard, just enough to make her squirm

She giggled into his mouth, the sound bright and bubbling, her perky nature breaking through even now

It was a sound he liked, one that eased the weight of his day