Infinite Harem System: I Grow Stronger From Every Female Lead
Chapter 24: Arthur’s Wives

Chapter 24: Arthur’s Wives

"Damnit, I’m sore."

Arthur didn’t know if he should be happy that he was now engaged to Amelia or upset that he couldn’t even win against Janet despite her handicap.

’I’m really happy that Amy is my fiancée now.’

He passed a group of maids who bowed. ’But it is kind of stressful having three wives at thirteen... though I guess I’ll be fourteen in ten days.’

He rubbed his shoulder. ’And what’s the problem with that bastard Reynold? Does he want to rip my arm off?’

He sighed. ’I know he was the one who convinced Mother-in-law to come, but he didn’t have to pat me that hard.’

The last issue that remained was how he was going to announce it to the world.

With the recent rise in magic technology, the press were an option.

But since the Arcains, and not just them, but the entire Northern Territories were foreigners when it came to tech, there wasn’t much he could do.

’Well, I guess I have to settle for a grand, romantic, badass entrance at the academy. I am beautiful, after all.’

After his three-year training, even Arthur doubted he would recognize himself.

Arthur, reaching the white door of his room, opened it and froze.

Nathira was sitting calmly on the bed, while Amelia and Isabella knelt before her.

The moment he stepped in, Amelia called out, "Husband, help me!"

Immediately, Isabella quickly followed, "Young Master!"

Arthur stared at the scene, his expression blank.

Nathira, as if just noticing his presence, offered him a gentle smile. "Hello, Darling."

He smiled back, "Seems like you guys are busy."

He quickly stepped out and closed the door. "I’ll come back later."

The door slammed open again as Nathira dragged him in by the ear.

"Wait, wait, one second!"

Even the maids watching her pull him in gulped in fear.

"Lady Nathira is really scary."

"Yeah, it looks like the Young Master has weird taste in women."

"Shut it. You just want him to look your way."

Once inside, Nathira sat him on the bed, sat beside him and pointed at her lap.

He glanced around suspiciously, scanning for anything sharp.

"You won’t do anything... right?"

She tilted her head. "Don’t you want to lie on my lap?"

He shook his head and immediately laid down.

She asked softly, "Is it comfortable?"

"Yeah, it is," he murmured, closing his blindfold with his palm. "Every guy loves thick thighs."

Isabella whispered under her breath, "But I have thicker thighs."

Nathira’s gaze sharpened. "Isabella."

"Yes, Unnie!" Isabella knelt upright.

Nathira resumed, "Next time, when we’re all together and you want to say something to husband, even if we’re not here, say it with confidence. You’ll be spending the rest of your life with him."

Isabella nodded quickly, while Amelia jotted the advice down.

Nathira then pointed at Arthur, who didn’t even know what was happening.

"Now practice," Nathira said.

Isabella’s eyes glimmered.

She eagerly took Nathira’s place as Arthur’s head pillow.

"Huh?" Arthur muttered.

Even he, who was a complete virgin, could tell that these thighs were thicker than the last.

Isabella ran a hand through his hair. "Young Master, you’re too tense."

Nathira raised his feet and dropped them on her lap as Amelia crawled forward.

"I want to poke his cheeks," Amelia said. But her fingers were already digging into his face.

"Husband has dimples," she commented.

Isabella stopped patting his hair. "That’s true, Young Master. You have double dimples."

"Is that true?" Nathira asked. "Let me see then."

Arthur shot up. "Hey! I’m not a lab rat! Nor do I have that kind of fetish!"

Nathira grinned. "Then... do you want to do lewder things?"

His face went red. "Who said that?!"

Amelia’s cheeks flushed, her breathing uneven. "Anything... for husband... but be careful. It’s my first time."

Arthur screamed, covering his blindfold while peeking through his fingers. "Please put your clothes back on! I’ll go to jail for this!"

Isabella added, pumping her fist, "Yes... the Young Master likes older women."

Nathira hummed. "Come to think of it, all the women around you are older. I look 14, but I’m 25. If you count how long I was sealed—I’m 1,078. Isabella is 16. Amelia is 14."

A soft voice echoed from the wall, "Recording: Master likes his women older and loves people talking with curses."

Arthur groaned. "Not you too, Seraph."

He sighed. "Let’s play a game instead."

Amelia, still flushed, mumbled, "So you did want to do naughty things with me..."

Isabella added, "Young Master, you could’ve told me you were frustrated. I would’ve done anything for you."

Nathira frowned. "Arthur, don’t tell me you’re still a virgin? Even though you have a baddie for a maid and were raised in an all-girls clan? That’s the dream of any boy."

Arthur swallowed, knowing something crazy was coming.

With a hand on her chin, Nathira asked seriously, "Husband... are you gay?"

Arthur twitched. "How can I be gay?! You know my issue already. Why would...?! You know what? Just leave it!"

Isabella’s eyes welled with tears. "Young Master... how could you?"

"Huh?" Arthur blinked.

"You shared a secret with Unnie but not with me? I’m disappointed."

Arthur’s mind began spiraling. He sat on the floor, defeated.

’As a man of the Dao, I have always sought the path of jade beauties... But now, faced with it, it seems my inner demons will never allow me to reach the peak... Oh Dao Masters, how you’ve deceived me again...’

Arthur looked at them with renewed conviction through his blindfold.

"I know how to satisfy everyone. Why don’t we share our abilities and how they function, and I’ll even tell you girls about my illness."

The room fell completely silent. Even Seraph slipped out from the shadows.

Arthur took a deep breath.

"You see." He scratched the back of his head. "I have a rare illness that makes me unable to absorb unrefined energy... but first, I have to explain Colours."

He spent the next ten minutes explaining the basics of Colour, at least what he knew so far.

They were his closest allies, so he was sure he could trust them with this much information.

Though he still didn’t feel safe enough to tell them every single thing about himself.

"To summarize: If someone of the opposite gender likes me, I passively draw energy from them, about a quarter of their affection level."

He looked at the three. "For you girls, I take half, 50%, since you’re all at 100%.

In exchange, you’ll start absorbing more energy from mana stones or force crystals."

Isabella blinked. "Is that why I could extract more mana from the elixir, even after you took part of it?"

Arthur nodded. "While others can absorb 30 to 70% of that energy, you girls take about 120 to 200%."

They were shocked. Even Nathira, who thought she knew almost everything, was stunned.

"Also," Arthur continued, "from now on, we’ll always know when any one of us is in trouble.

You can share mana, and even exchange abilities among each other, though that part’s currently locked. And your growth rate will multiply by 1.5."

They were speechless.

Nathira opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again.

After a minute of silence, Amelia spoke up.

"Uhmm... I have a constitution that lets me absorb mana from the surroundings."

Arthur turned to the side. "Is that so..."

His awkward tone gave his thoughts away.

"You knew, didn’t you?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yes."

She smiled. "It’s okay. I wasn’t trying to hide it. And even if you came to me for my constitution... you still fell for me and fought to marry me. That’s enough."

He lowered his gaze, but she gently raised it with both hands, cupping his cheeks.

"I’m really happy I met you, Art. So don’t get sad. And I know you’ll have your chance to show how much you love me."

Even though he couldn’t see through his blindfold, her gentle smile lit up his world.

A warm sensation bloomed in his chest.

"Yeah... thanks, Amy."

The other two girls smiled silently, watching them.

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The rest of the day passed quickly.

Arthur had another sparring match with both his mom and his mother-in-law.

And he lost again, pathetically.

But the two women seemed to be getting along, so he had little to complain about.

’They better get along,’ he thought, rubbing his temples. ’I don’t want any family issues...’

Fresh out of the bath, Arthur stood in front of the mirror and removed his blindfold.

His vision had improved vastly.

Even his senses were now heightened.

His eyes were no longer red, but bright gold.

Whenever he channeled his Colour, they glowed just like any other energy user.

At the center of his iris were vertical slits, traits that all demonic dragons had.

His hair was even starting to turn blonde.

"New look, huh?"

He picked up a knife from his wardrobe and chopped his hair to neck length.

"Much more comfortable."

Too lazy to move, he collapsed onto the bed. ’Today was fun and... uhmm... eventful.’

As his consciousness began to slip, the door suddenly slammed open.

Three beautiful women stood in the frame.

"Husband!" Nathira called out.

Arthur’s face flushed red.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen clearly for days, or maybe because they were absolutely stunning.

But his eyes couldn’t move away from the three exceptionally beautiful ladies.

Amelia wore a bright red lingerie set. Isabella was in pure white. Nathira’s was laced black.

"What are you girls doing here?" he asked.

Isabella tilted her head. "What do you mean, Young Master? We’re sleeping in your bed until you start training."

Before he could speak, Nathira pounced on him, pinning him down.

Their flushed faces were only inches apart, breaths brushing together.

Amelia jumped on the bed and clung to his arm. "No fair!"

Isabella sighed and wrapped around the other.

To Arthur’s left, a red-haired beauty.

To his right, a black-haired baddie.

And on top of him, a jade-skinned enchantress.

Just a month ago, he was chasing his first kiss.

Now—

"Can you girls stand for a moment?"

Nathira wanted to tease him, but she flinched as something hot and hard pressed against her, stretching from her opening to the end of her stomach.

She grinned. "Did you get hard?"

"Yes," Arthur said flatly. "It’d be weird if I didn’t."

She laughed. "I’d let you do it, but I doubt I can fit that without the entire castle knowing what you’re doing with three women."

He turned to avert his gaze, but met Amelia’s face, crimson.

"So this is what adults talk about..." she murmured, her hot breath brushing his lips.

He turned the other way, only to meet Isabella, who was also bright red.

Arthur groaned and closed his eyes. "We’re not 18 yet. So I’m not going to eat you girls."

He paused and said with a grin, "At least not yet."

Amelia flinched at his words.

He smiled, then kissed each of them on the forehead.

"Goodnight."

The three girls’ faces turned deep red.

Amelia and Isabella snuggled into his arms, while Nathira buried her face in his chest.

Three years. His clock was ticking faster than he could imagine.

"Fucking Data updated," a voice in the shadow spoke out, "Master is a hopeless romantic."

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