Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!
Chapter 22: Tonight is the night

Chapter 22: Tonight is the night

His tongue owned hers, his cock stretching her pussy, hitting every spot that made her see stars. Her eyes rolled back, her body submitting completely, no resistance left.

’So good,’ she thought, her pussy gushing, her mind lost to the pleasure. ’I feel like my mind is going to explode from too much pleasure’

Xavier was in heaven, her tight pussy gripping him, squirming around his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through him. With each thrust he felt like his dick is going to melt in her warm juicy pussy.

’Fucking perfect,’ he thought, his thrusts relentless, her moans fueling his lust.

His hand slid down, grabbing her thick, juicy ass, squeezing hard. Celene’s body arched, her pussy tightening even more, like it wanted to milk him dry.

"Uuuggghhhh~" Xavier grunted, his cock pulsing as her walls clamped down, his hot cum bursting into her, filling her pussy, mixing with her juices.

"Aannnhhhh~ I’m cummiiinnnggg~" Celene moaned, her body shuddering, her second orgasm hitting hard, her pussy gushing around him.

Xavier collapsed beside her, both panting, the bathtub warm with their heat. His cock twitched, satisfied, her scent still on him. Then energy surged through him, a rush of power, and a screen popped up.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host.]

[You’ve conquered Celene.]

[You’ve conquered your first woman in this world.]

[Celene’s Affection: 100%]

[Celene solidified as harem member.]

[Subject identified as MILF. All actions during ’conquest’ noted.]

[Reward: +950 Harem Points.]

[Total Harem Points: 2010]

[Calculating additional rewards...]

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The golden crest of House Valemont gleamed on the side of Seraphina’s ivory carriage as it rolled to a stop before the towering gates of the Noble Council Headquarters. The building stood out at the center, flanked by tall marble pillars and decorated with banners bearing the sigils of the great noble houses.

As the carriage door opened with a soft click, Seraphina stepped down, her heels clicking lightly against the cobbled stone. Her gown—midnight blue with silver embroidery—fluttered in the breeze, her hair pinned in an elegant updo.

She was immediately approached by two nobles—Lady Cecil of the Eastern Orchards and Lady Mirelle of the Riverbound March.

"Lady Seraphina," Lady Cecil greeted with a practiced smile, bowing. "You’re as radiant as always."

"Lady Cecil," she returned coolly, her tone polite but not overly warm. "Lady Mirelle."

"Seraphina," Lady Mirelle smiled, linking her arm briefly with hers in a gesture of noble camaraderie. "It’s a pleasure to meet you. We’ve much to discuss."

Indeed, they did.

They moved together into the grand hall, where a long polished table waited, flanked by seats already half-filled with the realm’s highest-born.

Conversation buzzed low at first, nobles exchanging glances, murmuring predictions of what this particular council meeting would bring.

When the herald called for silence and the council was officially called into session, it was Lord Baelmont—a wiry man with a sharp nose and a sharper tongue, the current leader of the Council of Nobles—who stood to speak.

"The Emperor has requested," he began, "that all territories under noble governance raise their tax expectations. Effective within the fortnight."

A low murmur rose through the hall.

Lady Virelle clicked her tongue. "The farmers are already restless. You’ve heard the complaints—the lands are too dry, the rivers yield less water, and the famine from last winter still haunts them."

"The lands aren’t what they used to be," added Lord Thorne, stroking his white beard. "Even the soil’s grown bitter. They barely have enough grain to stock the capital for the next season."

Another noble chimed in, "There’s talk of seed-rot. No matter how much they sow, the harvests keep failing."

"And livestock," added another voice. "They claim to have gotten more stillborns this year than they’ve seen in a decade."

Lady Mirelle gave a tired sigh. "They blame everything now on divine punishment, claiming the gods have forsaken us."

"Which is why," Baelmont continued, "a tribute increase to the Moon Goddess of Fertility has been proposed. An expanded offering, with the hope she may yet smile upon our soil again."

There were general nods around the table.

But Seraphina’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"We all want the goddess’ blessing," she said, voice smooth yet pointed. "But throwing more tributes will not solve the root of the unrest. Let us not be naïve."

All eyes turned to her.

"We must understand that most commoners cannot be trusted at their word. They lie about their yields. They hide grain. They exaggerate their losses to escape levies. I suggest... that before we determine how much to raise the tax, we perform a thorough inspection. Let each noble inspect their sectors. Every field, every hand, every mouth. Then, and only then, can we judge how much they can truly bear."

A silence followed.

Lady Mirelle leaned back, lips curled slightly. "A sharp mind, as always, Seraphina."

"Indeed," Lord Baelmont said slowly. "Practical. I like it."

The vote passed swiftly. Many voted in favor of Lady Seraphina’s suggestion, and the inspection was scheduled to take place promptly the next day.

The meeting concluded not long after.

As the nobles filtered out, two of the younger ladies—Lady Alindra and Lady Tessan—caught up to her.

"That was brilliant," Lady Tessan said with a knowing grin. "You’ve a gift for cutting through all their pampered whining."

Seraphina smiled faintly. "Someone had to say it."

The sun was just beginning its descent when she stepped into her carriage once more, the doors closing around her. There was still an luxurious dinner party after the meeting but Seraphina was too depraved and craving for Xavier’s dick to wait, most nobles frowned at this strange reaction of hers, normally most would stay behind and enjoy it to the fullest, for one to leave so hurriedly like that was strange.

As the horses pulled her through the district, her gaze drifted to the passing streets, but her mind was far elsewhere.

Xavier.

Her expression softened slightly.

She couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The way he looked at her. The way his voice sounded—calm, confident, so maddeningly unbothered.

She wanted to see him again.

She needed to, as soon as possible.

Her fingers lightly traced the hem of her glove.

Tonight, she’d make sure of it.

She’ll go along with the next step, like the slut she is, she craves for him to fuck her senseless