QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)
Chapter 204: Royalty

Chapter 204: Royalty

Chapter 205 – Felix

Sometimes I still can’t believe this is my life.

I used to share a shoebox dorm with peeling walls and exactly one working desk lamp between two people. I scrubbed toilets in the east wing just to keep up with tuition. Now?

Now I live in the largest private residence on campus—a literal tower suite with engraved crystal sconces and real velvet drapes. I have staff. Not student aides—staff. Trained, quiet, responsive. And mine.

I sprawl back on the bed and let the plush mattress swallow me.

It’s exhausting, trying to be someone you weren’t raised to be. Nobility isn’t just about money—it’s about posture, diction, subtle nods to bloodlines I hadn’t even heard of a year ago. They had years to prepare for this. I’ve had months.

But I have to catch up. I have to thrive. People are watching me now.

Some with pride. Some with jealousy. Some, just waiting for me to fall.

And I won’t give them that satisfaction.

I sit up with a groan and change out of my stiff uniform into casual silks. Looser pants. Soft shirt. Still expensive, but easier to breathe in. I pour myself a cup of spiced fruit tea and settle down to study.

I lose track of time until—

My instincts twitch. My ears rise slightly, alert.

I turn, startled, and there she is.

Lumiya Snowfrost.

Sitting on my bed like she’s made of moonlight and disdain. Back straight. Hair impossibly white and immaculately braided. Her expression? Cold, as always. Sculpted serenity with a hint of judgment.

I didn’t even hear her enter.

"Lumiya," I say, a bit too casually, sliding my chair back. "You startled me."

"I didn’t want to interrupt," she replies smoothly, voice soft but neutral.

She walks toward me, hips swaying slightly, the tip of her snow leopard tail flicking in low, anxious arcs—betraying what her face refuses to. She perches herself on my lap, her weight light and precise.

She always smells like winter. Like expensive perfume layered over glacier air and distant lilac. Untouchable.

I wrap my arms around her, trying to ignore the subtle stiffness in her posture.

"You could never be an interruption," I murmur, brushing my lips against her cheek.

She lets me kiss her, but only just. When I move my hand to the front of her shirt, she places a cool hand on mine, stopping me.

"I’m not ready," she says.

Of course she’s not.

I smile, smooth and practiced. "That’s okay. I’ll wait."

She studies me for a moment, searching my face with those pale eyes. "You’re not mad?"

"No," I say, squeezing her hand gently. "Of course not."

Her expression doesn’t soften, but her tail flicks once—then stills.

She climbs off my lap, graceful as always. Her departure is as quiet as her entrance. No unnecessary words. No glance back.

And still... I watch the door long after she’s gone.

Lumiya is perfect. Untouchable. Elegant. Everyone wants her—and I have her.

Isn’t that what matters?

Having her by my side proves I’ve made it. She looks like power incarnate. Cold, untouchable nobility. And when she walks with me, people stare. With envy.

I tell myself that’s enough.

A moment later, I call for one of the staff. "Send word to Poppy," I say. "Ask if she’s free."

They bow and vanish down the hallway.

I return to my desk and flip open one of the foreign policy books. Try to focus. Try not to count seconds.

There’s a knock at the door.

Then a soft voice: "You called for me, Your Highness?"

Poppy.

She’s the opposite of Lumiya in every way.

Small, soft, sweet—and unbothered by propriety. A rabbit beastman with big brown eyes, delicate limbs, and floppy ears that twitch at the slightest touch. She walks into my room with a smile, already unbuttoning her blouse.

Her libido is... legendary.

Honestly, I think it rubbed off on me during our time together. Back when I was still a bunny beastman, she and I were—well, let’s just say creative about where and when we spent our time together.

That energy?

It never quite left me.

Her white bunny tail bounces behind her like punctuation to her every step.

She grins at me—soft, sweet, utterly devoted. Her big eyes sparkle like I’m the most exciting part of her day. And maybe I am.

She drops her clothes quickly, carelessly, and stands naked before me, her tiny curves familiar now but never boring. She’s not shy. Not anymore.

This is what I like about her. She doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t ask questions.

She crawls into my lap, presses kisses to my throat, already dragging my waistband down.

I groan as her hands slide over me, warm and practiced. My fingers dig into her thighs, gripping soft flesh. Her ears twitch when I moan her name, and she smiles like praise is her favorite reward.

Gods, I love Poppy.

***

Poppy

It’s been a while now.

We’ve moved to the bed. He’s beneath me, and I bounce with practiced rhythm, thighs already aching but I don’t stop.

Felix groans, head tipped back, hands digging into my hips—his claws out just a little. They hurt. Not deeply. Just enough to mark. To remind me I’m wanted.

He’s gotten bigger since the transformation. Since waking up one day with sharp teeth and a mane of authority. He used to pant sweetly into my neck. Now, he growls.

I don’t mind. I can’t afford

I lean forward slightly, adjusting the angle, drawing another groan from his throat. His tail twitches beneath him, and I feel a twinge of satisfaction. I know his body like my own. Every sensitive spot. Every edge between pleasure and pain.

I don’t know when he’ll call for me again. Maybe days. Weeks. Maybe longer.

So I make this count.

On my way up here, I bumped into her—Miss Snow Queen herself, Lumiya. Untouchable, frozen, pristine. Her gaze like ice, as if the rest of us don’t exist. I had to stop myself from scoffing.

Guess she’s still not giving him what he needs. If she were, he wouldn’t have summoned me.

I flick my tail, ears pressing down for a second as a bitter smile creeps onto my lips. She might be royalty-grade perfection, with that bloodline and those genes, but I was here first.

I’ve had my eye on Felix since first year. Back then, he was the most beautiful longeared I’d ever seen—sharp jaw, soft eyes, that shy little smile. I chased him, outwitted the competition, seduced him slowly and thoroughly. Claimed him. He was mine.

He worked so hard—scrubbing floors by day, tutoring by night. And I saw it. A future. Our future. We’d live modestly, sure, but we’d be happy. I would be his wife. His only.

Then life laughed in my face.

My sweet, ambitious, loyal bunny woke up one morning as a lion.

A predator. A royal beastman.

Everything changed.

Stopped using public baths. Started walking like the marble floors were beneath him, not around him. And with that change came the others—girls with titles, legacies, claws and fangs and secrets. Girls like Lumiya.

But I didn’t leave.

I wouldn’t leave.

Because I’ve carved out a place. A space none of them will ever touch. Not with all their manners or icy stares.

They don’t know him like I do. Not the Felix who stayed up crying the night of his mother’s death anniversary. Not the Felix who kissed me under the library stairs like it meant something. They know the predator.

I knew the boy.

And I can still give him what he needs.

Even if it’s just this.

His grip tightens—his claws pinch and draw a sting—but I bite my lip and push down harder. A little pain’s nothing. Nothing at all.

In the grand scheme of things?

I’m about to be the first bunny in my entire bloodline to marry into royalty.