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Harem Ethics 101 95. Swineular Revenge
With only six feet between us, I fired off a soundless shot at the charging torchboar and hit it between its furious flame-colored eyes. It collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the fiery grass and tumbling forward until the raging momentum it had built in life was spent. I trained my gun on the other torchboar as it came at me like a bull. Because it was still a few dozen feet from me, I took an extra moment to line up a headshot. Thunder shook through my arms as I squeezed off a round. It grazed the monster’s head, leaving behind a hideous trench of a wound, but not killing it.“Fuck!” My snarl mingled with the torchboar’s howling squeals as I fired my final bullet at the charging creature less than ten feet away. Red dirt puffed up into the air as my final shot went wide and buried itself into the carpet of vibrant, orange grass. “Scriii!” The stampeding torchboar leapt over its fallen mate, pointing its razor-tipped tusks at me as it sailed through the air to
Harem Ethics 101 96. SLUCK
Even if the gash just above my shin wasn’t life-threatening, it still hurt like a bitch. So, when the warden knelt next to me in the fiery grass of the glade and started talking about healing myself, I had to stuff down the urge to remain calm and collected… And not beg for the sweet healing relief of a briotonic.“Yeah, I remember you said I didn’t have enough spirit to heal myself at all,” I said.She nodded. “Yes, but now I believe you have enough to heal a minor injury like this one.” Grass rustled beneath her knees as she scooted over to be next to my legs. She reached towards the tear and tore the rip in my pant leg wider to further expose the wound, wincing with sympathy when she saw the nasty cut more clearly. “As you may have guessed, all you need to do to mend one of your wounds is make a conscious effort of will. Try doing this to heal your wound, but ensure you have the spirit to do so first.” I stared at the nasty mess of blood and torn skin and considered what it would
Harem Ethics 101 97. Twinkling Particles of Spirit
I hopped to my feet and accepted the breacher from the warden, eager to learn how to use the dagger as more than just a weapon. “What do I do? Do I just poke it and will for the breacher to do its thing?” “Essentially, yes. All you need to do is pierce the exterior of the remains and will a whisper of your spirit into the blade. Once you do this, the body of the slain will disperse and a portion of the spirit it had in life will crystalize.” “Why only a ‘portion’?” I asked, recalling not getting a satisfying answer the last time we talked about this. Disinterest shaded her expression. “Do you truly wish to know? It honestly isn’t very important…” “Think you can’t summarize it quickly? I said teasingly, grinning at her. Interest flickered to life in her eyes at my challenge and she quirked her mouth to the side in consideration. “Hmm… Well, assuming they had one, when something dies their soul and spirit fuse into one before passing to the next life, leaving only the body. “So, w
Harem Ethics 101 98. Like a Bag of Chips
Crouching next to me in the fiery grass of the grove, the warden considered my question about whether or not she’d ever gotten over the ‘ghoulish’ feeling of absorbing crystalized spirit made from the dead bodies of creatures. “Mostly… In the case of monsters, I view the act of taking in their spirit similar to eating food. Their crystalized spirit is not their soul, it is just their body in a different form… It also helps that most of them are mindless beasts who’d just as soon gore you than cuddle with you,” she said with a light giggle. “What about in the case of non-monsters?” I asked. Her specific wording and the implication of taking in crystalized spirit being like eating made the question impossible to ignore. Her voice darkened with unease. “Consuming the crystalized spirit of a person is considered taboo of the greatest severity in most places.” “Right…” I said, deciding not to point out how she didn’t really answer the question and instead focused on punching throug
Harem Ethics 101 99. SMACK
Not looking back or speaking, the warden led me by the hand through the trees of the Forest of Embers. Her pale fingers gripped my hand tighter with mounting nerves as we drew closer to Lysandra’s home. After about ten minutes, we emerged into an open space at least three times larger than the half basketball court-sized grove I’d fought the torchboars in. Ringed by trees, a lush carpet of flame-colored grass covered the glade. With no obstructing canopy, sunlight streamed down into the clearing from the blue skies overhead. Made from the wood of the forest, a solitary single story cabin stood in the center of the glade. At least large enough to comfortably house four people, the structure was wellbuilt and solid. A porch and a pair of windows faced us. In the shade provided by the roof over the porch, there was a closed front door. I whistled in appreciation, recognizing from my brief stint studying to be an architect that whoever had built this knew what they were doing. “Damn
Harem Ethics 101 100. Demi-Empyrean
The early afternoon sun showered the silent glade in light. In front of her cabin, Lysandra and the warden squared off in the fiery grass. No more than two feet apart, they glared at one another. Like volcanoes on the verge of erupting, their postures screamed that both women were primed and ready for the other to explode. Rooted to the spot, I stared anxiously at the scene from near the treeline. Even the surrounding forest seemed to be holding its breath, as there wasn’t so much as a rustle of leaves or snapping of a twig to be heard. My stomach clenched with tense anticipation. They’d already exchanged punches and it didn’t look like they were cooling off. Seeing how Lysandra was probably about as strong as the warden, if things escalated to a full-on fight, I’d just get in the way if I tried anything. Maybe I could support the warden from a distance with my gun? I frowned at the thought, knowing I wasn’t even close to being confident enough in my aim to attempt something li
Harem Ethics 101 101. Singsong
My boots clunked against the hardwood as I stepped into the cabin through the front door. Sunlight streamed in through windows on either side of the entryway and along the wall to my right, illuminating a spacious main room with an open floor plan. Lysandra was nowhere to be seen, but as I looked around, I spotted a door on the other side of the room, and another set into the left-hand wall. If I had to guess, she was probably behind one of those doors. The combination of not having been introduced to her, being in her house, and having her out of sight, but nearby, made me feel a touch uneasy as I made my way deeper into the angelic woman’s home. In one corner of the spacious main room, there was a cozy kitchen area with an odd combination of sink, island countertop, and an iron cookpot sitting in a small stone recess embedded in the wall. Next to this was a doorless threshold that looked to lead to a pantry of some kind. Three chairs were slid beneath a dining table pushed up
Harem Ethics 101 102. Bathing Chamber
When Lysandra had first said the word ‘bathing chamber’, it’d come off to me as just a fancy fantasy-y way to say ‘bathroom’. But after stepping into it and closing the door leading back to the main room of the angelic woman’s cabin behind me, I had to admit that ‘bathing chamber’ had absolutely been the right way to put it. Flat slabs of smooth white tile covered the floor and walls. On the far side of the room, a large window looked out onto the glade. A glass-walled shower was nestled into a corner with a single sink and mirror beside it, and another closed door beside that. At the room’s center was a circular depression embedded in the tiled floor. It was empty right now, but judging by the small holes in it, I guessed it could be filled with water. Eyeballing the depression, if it were full and I was standing in it, the water would probably rise to a little past my waist. “Huh, it’s like an in-ground hot tub?” I wondered aloud, noticing bench-like seating protruding from th
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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
