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Harem Ethics 101 61. If She Wants More... I'll Give Her More...
Atop the dining table, the warden continued to rub her clit with one hand while groping one of her tits in the other. The warm light of the sun shard hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier perfectly lit her flawless, snowy body as it cast soft shadows which accentuated every one of her elegant curves. Her head still hung off of the side of the table where my food had been, causing her face to appear upside down as she stared at me through dark eyes which brimmed with expectant horniness. Still catching her breath from the past minute I’d spent pumping into her throat with my cock, she gave me an open-mouthed smile. The spit running up her cheeks and all around her lips made her grin millions of times more lewd. “Keep going…” she reiterated, the words as much an invitation as a request. Covered in her saliva, my cock twitched eagerly at the prospect of giving her what she asked for. If she wants more… I’ll give her more… But first… Her eyes went to my manhood as I masturb
Harem Ethics 101 62. Good Strides
It’d been nine days since the warden had done the upside down deepthroat thing on the dinner table, and since then I’d made good strides towards being accepted into Chromaryn Academy. My spirit had grown… I’d imbued my phone with more spirit… I’d stockpiled bullets… But most importantly, I’d learned more about how to use the alchemy stylus, which has let me step-up my training with the warden by making bullets that’d transform into glowing water upon hitting something. Nearing its peak, the sun flooded the grasslands in warm light. The warden and I faced each other with about thirty feet between us. Having discarded her coat nearby, she wore only her all black training attire of sports bra, tight wrist-length gloves, well-fitted pants that were still loose enough to allow for ease of motion, and rugged boots. Stones orbited her as she lazily flipped a wooden breacher replica end over end in her hand, catching by the hilt each time. Since the delivery of supplies from Platys,
Harem Ethics 101 63. I'll Always Need to Wear This Thing?
When the warden and I returned to Stone Lock, she had immediately disappeared up the stairs to go change before returning in a white button-up shirt tucked into a long, dark gray skirt that came down to her ankles. It gave her a more modest look, and for some reason it kind of turned me on. “Looks good,” I said, leaning against the backrest of the lounge’s couch as she descended down the stairs. “Thank you,” she replied through a smile as she came up to me. “So, are you ready to tell me more about our shopping expedition?” I said, letting my excitement drown out the annoyance I’d felt at her refusing to elaborate in the grasslands. “Yes, but first…” Her grin turned upside down into a frown as her dark eyes moved to my chest. “We need to speak of that.” I followed her gaze, finding that she was looking at the patch stitched into my uniform. It featured the symbol of a white eye over a black background and was what identified me as an outworlder. “What about it? It's just to show
Harem Ethics 101 64. The Portal
“No… really?” I said with exaggerated sarcasm at hearing I couldn’t bring my gun with me to go shopping for adventuring supplies. She bumped her hip playfully against me before leaning against the backrest of the lounge’s couch next to me. “Indeed,” she giggled before her tone took on a teasing quality as well, “and I hope I don’t need to tell you to keep your hands to yourself while we’re away from Stone Lock. While it is unlikely for you to be discovered as an outworlder, drawing unnecessary attention would still be unwise.” “Uh-huh…” My mouth curved up into a wide grin as an idea formed at her words. “So, since we’re trying to avoid too much attention, we should probably decide on a cover relationship in case someone asks. It’d be awfully suspicious if we had to scramble to make something up on the spot.” “Do you truly believe a random stranger would ask such a thing…?” “You never know… better safe than sorry, right?” “I suppose so,” she said with a ring of amusement in her
Harem Ethics 101 65. Port Marine
A salty breeze filled my nose as the warden and I stepped out of the portal which closed behind us seconds later. We stood on a slab of stone about fifteen feet in width and length. It had a ring of runes etched into it and a juncture anchor rising from the center, both identical to the far passage in Stone Lock. However, unlike the far passage in Stone Lock, this one wasn’t inside a windowless stone room, but instead beneath a wooden pavilion situated on a large pier extending out into the ocean from a beachside city made of smooth white stone. All along the edges of the pier were more far passages with people of all shapes and sizes entering and exiting portals, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring slack jawed at them. A huge guy in a tight blue tunic and trousers with pale green skin walked by, talking animatedly with what looked to be a man with metallic skin and plated armor covering their body. An orc and mechanis…? I think. As I watched them, my eyes caught on a tall,
Harem Ethics 101 66. Aesthetically Sublime
The inside of Jerethal’s Leatherworks had a surprisingly warm atmosphere with its worn hardwood flooring, racks displaying various styles of leather armor, and pleasant lighting shining from a few sun shards embedded in the ceiling. A tall, lean human who I assumed to be the owner of the shop hunched over a sturdy-looking wood counter at the far end of the store. He muttered darkly as he scribbled something in a ledger, but with the chime of the bell above the door as I pushed it open, his sharp green eyes flicked towards the warden and I as we stepped inside. “Welcome,” he grumbled through a scowl before returning his focus to his battle with the ledger. “Feel free to look about…” Not seeming to be put off in the slightest by the disgruntled man’s poor salesmanship, the warden strode up to the counter. She beamed at him and gestured to me as I arrived beside her. “This one requires a full set of lightweight armor preferably made from dune stalker hide and runed to bolster its re
Harem Ethics 101 67. Spearward Rune
Over the next few minutes, the shopkeeper disappeared three times through the door behind his counter, returning each time with a different set of leather armor and setting their chest piece atop the counter. All three were made from the same smokey gray hide and lightweight style. “These three were the only ones I had on hand that’d fit someone your size,” the shopkeeper said, eyeing me up and down from across the counter. “Well, maybe with some minor adjustments.” Then, seeming to lose interest in me, his attention moved to the warden. “Now, each of these has a different rune etched in the lining to keep out of sight from prying eyes…” He then thumped the armor one after another as he continued. “This one’s got a Spearward rune. This one a Breezewalker rune. And this one a Spiritwell rune.” “We’ll take the one with the Spearward rune,” the warden said as soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking. He nodded knowingly, seeming to have guessed which one she’d pick. “A practical dec
Harem Ethics 101 68. What's in the Bag?
It’d taken a couple hours to try on the dark gray leather armor and get it properly fitted, but when all was said and done, it fit as though it were made for me. The protective hide covered my torso, shoulders, upper arms, and thighs, which allowed my arms and legs to be more or less unrestricted in their movements. However, this lack of protection for my limbs had caused me to shift my weight uneasily as I realized the only thing keeping my leg from getting cut off at the knees, or my arms at the elbows, was the fabric of my pants and shirt. The shopkeeper had addressed my concerns by telling me, “Mobility comes with more risk to those who lack skill…” His words hadn’t really helped, but they had made a certain amount of sense. Worries aside, though, I had immediately discarded my previous outfit before conjuring a new cloak, long sleeved shirt, pants, boots, and pair of gloves all the same dark smokey color as the armor. The shopkeeper had let out a raspy chuckle at my desire
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