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Harem Ethics 101 41. Obscene Name-Calling
“Please do…” I said with exaggerated politeness at the kneeling shadow primal about to masturbate in front of me. “Mmmm…” The warden’s fingers rubbed at her clit and hummed with happy arousal as though scratching a long overdue itch. I grasped my cock, focusing on the horny bliss in her expression as I pumped slowly up and down my shaft. My mind turned from thoughts of romance as dirty musings kicked them off the stage of the theater of my mind. The change in focus was a relief, one which I knew was temporary, but one still worth celebrating verbally. “Where do you want it?” I asked in a low, rough voice. “All over…” Over the past week, I’d poked around the edges of the kind of dirty talk the warden was into. It had been a surprise to learn that she was down for everything I’d tried. I did however try to avoid being degrading… as that had always resulted in a game in which we’d continuously try to one-up each other for long periods of time with obscene name-calling. That said
Harem Ethics 101 42. Your World's Innovation and Our Magic
After the warden and I woke up from our nap, she dragged me back to Stone Lock so she could grab a change of clothes before continuing the day’s training. “Wait here,” she said as we entered the lounge centered in the main room of the prison. “Sure, but before you go off to change…” I said, recalling a conversation we’d had on my second day after arriving at the jail. “I landed a hit, so that means you’re going to wear something more practical now, right?” A smile pulled at my lips as my eyes trailed down her body. Due to not bothering to button it back up, the button-up beneath her coat had remained open, revealing some of her flat stomach and enticing breasts. She’d let out a sigh. “Indeed, despite it being the product of a strategy I suggest not attempting in a real battle, you did land a blow… If you wish, I will wear combat attire.” I eyed her slender legs and the tight white pants which covered them. The part of me who loved those pants demanded that I tell her I’d chang
Harem Ethics 101 43. Steeled Squall
The gentle breeze of the grasslands rustling the warden’s ponytail and the hem of her coat, her pale midriff and cleavage highlighted in their stark contrast against her black garments. “Create a pair of practice daggers,” the warden said to me.Excited to learn something new, I did as she asked. With a minor effort of will, I conjured two wooden breacher replicas through my phone's catalog app. One after another, two blinks of energy popped into existence in the few feet of space between the warden and I. In the next instant, the light flickered out of existence, leaving behind a pair of wooden daggers in their place. She snatched the practice weapons out of the air as they started to fall before examining them, flexing her fingers on the leather grips. “The phone truly is incredible… these are perfect… An exact match in shape, size, and weight of a breacher.”“Yeah…” I said in agreement before my mind turned towards the approaching admissions exam, bringing with it a nervous tight
Harem Ethics 101 44. The Graveyard of Fleeting Teenage Hobbies
A few months before my uncle had his misadventure in international waters, I’d helped out at his pawn shop. My parents had told me getting some real world work experience would be a good use of time before afternoons at the Grayfield Learning Center. Though, I'd often wondered since then if my mom had a blindspot for her brother. Because while her and my dad’s reasoning at the time had made sense, in practice the decision to work at Uncle Allan’s shop had been… questionable. It’d been a dingy hole in the wall with a reputation for being a bit sketchy because of how my uncle didn’t place much scrutiny on the potentially ill-gotten booty he bought and sold. Because of this, the people who came into the shop never batted an eye at a sixteen year old doing random busywork, such as cleaning the gun display. Wiping down the case had been my favorite part of the day because most of the other stuff in my uncle’s shop was uninteresting junk ranging from gaudy watches to old blenders. All
Harem Ethics 101 45. Spiritual Overdraft
The first thing I saw upon waking was the small sun shard embedded in the ceiling of my cell. My mind felt muddied, and I couldn’t remember what’d happened or how I'd ended up here. The warden and I were out in the grasslands. She’d talked for a bit about fighting with daggers. Then… I let out a groan as my stupid oversight came rushing back. That’s right… I was almost out of spirit and didn’t stop to account for the gun’s last few screws and stuff… The cost to conjure those last few things and what I needed to imbue them must’ve pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t remember the exact numbers at the moment, but I was sure I must’ve passed out because my spirit bottomed out. The warden really hadn’t been kidding about the sudden plummet in physical energy if one got too low on spirit. But why hadn’t I passed out the instant I made the gun? There was a second where I felt fine… The soft fabric of a fresh uniform rustled against my skin as I turned to my side to look out at the loun
Harem Ethics 101 46. Itemized
Sprawled over half the couch, legs hanging over the armrest at the knees, I looked up at the warden. She returned my gaze, sitting close enough for the top of my head to press lightly against her thigh. “A gun’s a kind of weapon from my world. It shoots small bits of metal called ‘bullets’ at really high speeds,” I said, answering her question. “So it grants capabilities similar to my magic as a Earthbolt?” “Uh, just the shooting part, but yeah.” “Is it like a bow? Do you carry these bullets on your person as you would a quiver of arrows?” “Sort of… you can carry some with you, but the way you use them is by loading the bullets into the gun. After that you can fire them one at a time before needing to put in more. The one I made can hold six shots before I need to reload it.” “Interesting… and you know how to make these bullets?” During my research about revolvers when I’d worked at my uncle’s shop, I’d looked a bit into how bullets are made, making me think I could conjure s
Harem Ethics 101 47. Fire it Already!
To my slight disappointment, the warden had decided on wearing something more modest today in anticipation of the delivery of supplies: Her usual black coat, a white button-up, and the practical dark pants she’d started wearing after I’d landed a hit in sparring. With my gray uniform and her current outfit, we looked more like warden and prisoner as opposed to what we really were… whatever that was. “So,” she said, coming to a stop at our usual spot in the grasslands before turning to face me, “how do you propose we test to see if your gun is safe?” Her eyes went to my hand while she spoke, fixing on the weapon she’d returned to me before we left Stone Lock. “I think I got an idea…” I imagined a stool. Bolted to the seat was a small stand to hold the gun in place. The feet of the stool were sharpened into stakes. As I mentally inspected the janky contraption, I realized I needed a decent length of string to pull the gun’s trigger from a safe distance. Twenty feet of string sh
Harem Ethics 101 48. A Terrible Noise
A loud crack echoed through the grasslands as the gun fired without breaking apart or otherwise malfunctioning. “Yes!” I whooped. “It worked then?” The warden’s voice was excited and bright, seeming to absorb and resonate with my delight.“Yeah,” I replied before running back towards the revolver and scooping it up from the stand. Flicking the gun to the side, the cylinder clicked free to reveal the spent shell of the bullet in one of the chambers. Shit, I can’t believe it worked on the first try. Maybe my magic helped somehow? Like, I know I saw the exact specifications for this bullet and the revolver when I’d looked them up online a few years ago. Maybe my magic filled in the blanks based off of those memories – even if I don’t remember them perfectly myself…? Or maybe I really am just that good?After a moment of considering the relative ease of my success, I landed on ‘who gives a shit, it worked’ and my grin widened.The stand dispersed into a cloud of glittering blue light a
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175. What Kind of Game?
“What do you mean?” I asked, thinking I knew already, but wanting to hear her say it to avoid any possibility of misunderstanding. “What kind of game?”. “A game where we can explore darker urges,” she said, eyes and voice smoldering with arousal. “For you see, on occasion it can be fun to allow someone to feel that rush of power all people secretly want.” My cock demanded action as my guts surged with excited energy, and my mind agreed. I grinned at her. Want to play at being a nice submissive demi-empyrean for me?” Holding my gaze, she slipped her hand from mine and rose from her seat. Her bare feet padded lightly against the floor as she took a few paces away from me. I shifted in my seat and watched her. Focus going to the window framed by her wings to enjoy the way her hips and skirt swayed with her steps. I only caught hints of its outline because of the loose lower half of the sundress, but need surged as I thought of the juicy, firm ass I knew awaited me. My cock flexed
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Hey, folks. I'll be hanging out on the MegaNovel Discord. Feel free to let me know what you think about the book. Or about whatever else... argue with me about the sex ethics of the characters in the book, tell me you want to focus on story, more sex scenes, more talking, or if you want to just chat about whatever. I also take requests for scenes and might work them in if I can make them fit. As for my release schedule. I'm working on another project right now (it's going to be a traditional novel and be released elsewhere), but my plan is to work on Harm Ethics when I can. So I'll try and get a chapter or two out when I find time to write it. Thanks for reading this far!
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174. What Do You Think of Harems, Lysandra?
Sitting beside Lysandra at the long dining table, our hands clasped its surface, my heart quickened as I stared into her glowing amber eyes. This was it. She was going to agree to join the harem. A coy smile curled her lips. “The general rules I remember, but I would like a deeper understanding of this harem before I submit myself to yours and Saelia’s judgment of whether I am accepted as a full member.” My desire to cement mine and Saelia’s relationship with Lysandra pulsed in my heart and mind. She seemed to want to play games though… Or was this some kind of final reality check to see if she could accept everything that went with being part of the harem? My already stiff cock throbbed as though threatening me with vengeance if I didn’t seal the deal. I wanted her bad… but it’d break mine and Saelia’s hearts if she grew resentful and angry being in the harem. So I needed her to be absolutely certain she wanted to join. “What do you think of harems, Lysandra?” I asked. “Reall
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173. Obvious to Anyone and Everyone
Lysandra shifted uncomfortably across from me at the long dining table of Stone Lock. My rebuttal to her demand that I tell Saelia I loved her by telling her she should do the same seemed to put her on edge. “The past few days she’s been so unwell,” she said, uncertainty slipping into her eyes, “and I’ve admittedly been uncertain if I can fully recommit my heart to her as well.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suppressing frustration at seeing her dawdling at the finish line when they were so close to patching things up.” Lysandra furrowed her brow, seeming to consider how to best answer my question. Feeling like I was diffusing a bomb and one wrong suggestion might make her overthink everything, I carefully prodded further. “Look, I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but is it really something you don’t feel like you can’t move past?” A spark of emotion came to life in her amber eyes, and she pursed her lips. After considering for a moment longer, she si
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172. There's Something You Must Do
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa
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171. Rush
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
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170. Cozy Library
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
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169. Cozy Library
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
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168. You Won't Understand...
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y
