Gon's Harem System
Chapter 24: Young concubine

Chapter 24: Young concubine

Thane pushed the door to his office open and entered, already feeling relaxed and at home.

The familiar scent of polished wood and parchment filled his senses, the warm, amber light from the hearth casting soft shadows across the room.

His office had always been his sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the outside world seemed to fall away, replaced by the comforting quiet of order and control.

He crossed the room with a measured pace, his boots barely making a sound on the smooth wooden floor.

His fingers brushed over the edge of the desk, tracing the same well-worn path he had walked a hundred times before.

The heavy oak desk, cluttered with maps, ledgers, and a few half-written letters, stood as a silent testament to the years of work he had put into maintaining his position.

Thane sank into the chair behind it, the leather creaking beneath his weight, and leaned back, exhaling a long, drawn-out breath.

His mind was still preoccupied with the events that had just transpired, the conversation with the Duke lingering in his thoughts.

The decision to place the boy in the Tournament of Mages felt like a gamble—one that, if it backfired, would change the course of everything.

But for now, there was nothing more he could do.

He allowed himself a moment of peace, his eyes scanning the shelves lined with books and scrolls, each containing the knowledge and history he had spent a lifetime accumulating.

There was power in knowledge—something Thane never took for granted.

He had a house and a wife, but his office was located in a completely different building, on a completely different street.

It was a small, nondescript structure, tucked away from the prying eyes of the bustling city, a place where he could focus on his tasks without the distractions of domestic life.

The cold stone walls and sparse furnishings were far from cozy, but that didn’t matter.

This space was for work, for the intricacies of his dealings, and for whatever else required his undivided attention.

And then there were the other things. The things he couldn’t indulge in at home, things his wife would never understand.

His thoughts drifted briefly to those darker pleasures, the kind that kept his pulse quickening in anticipation.

But that, too, was part of his routine here—away from prying eyes, away from expectations.

With a quiet sigh, he kicked off his shoes, the worn leather hitting the floor with a soft thud. The sensation of his feet on the cool wooden floor was a relief after the long day, and he let out a quiet exhale.

With a practiced motion, he began to unbutton his jacket, each movement deliberate, shedding the layers of his formal attire as if to leave behind the weight of the day’s burdens.

He was halfway done when the door suddenly creaked open, and a young lady stumbled inside.

She was dressed flimsily, with only a shawl draped over her shoulders. The thin fabric clung to her, barely offering any coverage, shifting slightly with each of her unsteady movements.

Her shiny black hair fell messily over half of her face, damp strands sticking to her cheek.

For a brief moment, she stood there, catching her breath, before raising a trembling hand to slick it back.

As her hair moved away, her face was revealed—delicate features with soft, smooth skin and a dainty chin that gave her an almost doll-like appearance.

Her eyes widened the moment she saw him, recognition lighting up her face.

For a brief second, she stood still, as if unsure whether to believe what she was seeing.

Then her lips parted, and in a voice laced with relief, warmth, and something softer, she whispered, "You’re back, my lord."

The words had barely left her lips before she moved, almost stumbling in her haste.

She clutched the thin shawl tighter around herself, her bare feet making no sound against the cold floor.

Her name was Marie. She was his concubine—his latest one, at least.

Young and striking, with delicate features and a quiet grace, she had been chosen for her beauty, but there was more to her than that.

There was a tenderness in her touch, a devotion in her gaze that set her apart from the others.

When she reached him, she didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself close, her body warm despite the chill in the air.

Thane returned the embrace, his arms encircling her in a firm yet gentle hold.

He could feel the slight tremor in her frame, the way she melted against him as though reassured by his presence.

"Yes, darling," he murmured, his voice low and steady.

Marie moved swiftly, her fingers working with practiced ease as she helped him shrug off his jacket.

The heavy fabric slid from his broad shoulders and fell to the floor without a second thought.

Without hesitation, she reached for the hem of his shirt, her delicate fingers brushing against his skin as she lifted it away.

The soft material peeled from his body, revealing the toned muscles beneath, the faint sheen of sweat catching the dim light.

Now stripped down to just his pants, Thane let out a slow, tired exhale and sank into the couch.

The cushions gave beneath his weight, molding to his form as he stretched out, letting the exhaustion of the day settle over him.

His muscles, tense from hours of strain, finally began to loosen.

He leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the side of the couch, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Marie watched him for a moment, her dark eyes scanning his face as if gauging his mood.

Then, without a word, she turned and disappeared into the kitchen, her bare feet making no sound against the cool floor.

The soft rustling of fabric and the distant clink of glass reached his ears as she moved with quiet efficiency.

Thane let his head rest against the back of the couch, closing his eyes briefly.

He listened to the faint sound of liquid being poured, the gentle swirl of a drink being prepared.

The scent of something strong and familiar filled the air, and a moment later, Marie returned.

She stepped back into the room with graceful ease, holding a cup between her fingers. The dim light reflected off the smooth surface of the glass, tiny droplets of condensation forming along its sides.

She approached him slowly, the warmth of her presence filling the space around him as she extended the drink toward him, offering him the briefest of smiles.

However thane had a different refreshment in mind, he watched Marie’s sweaty curvy body and licked his lips.

"Come closer darling." He said.

Marie knew what he intended to do as soon as she heard his tone.

She smiled and moved closer to him