My Harem System

"How did you do it?"

YOU'LL RETURN TO MARIE. 

The voice was in his head, and it was very loud. But then other loud voices started to come from his side. His eyes flung open. He tried to turn his neck, but he felt pain,

"Ow."

He groaned. 

"Gentle man, are you alright?"

A little voice came from beside him. There was an old lady seated next to him. 

Because of the confused state he was in, he couldn't even answer the woman. Instead, he looked to the other side. He was seated next to a window. 

He looked through. There were a couple of people and planes outside.

"An airport?"

He asked himself. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belt. The flight to Vegas is up in five minutes."

He heard the loud speaker. 

"I'm in a plane. In a plane to Vegas?"

"Yes, you are, dear. Dreams do come true."

The old lady beside him said. Damien had been talking to himself because of how confused he was about where he was. But the old lady seemed to have misconstrued. 

"You see, the first time I got on a plane, it was as though I would never achieve anything greater than that. And funny enough, it was an economy class just like you. But then, there's Business Class, Executive Class, First Class, and then again. There are people who own private jets."

Damien forced a smile at the old woman. 

"I mean, there are times that -"

"Get up! Hey you! Get up! That's my seat!!!"

A sudden voice interrupted both Damien and the old woman. Damien should be grateful that the sudden voice got the old woman to stop talking, but then when he saw someone pointing at him, he was confused. 

"When did you get here? That is my seat! I went to pick something up at the lobby before the flight time."

Damien didn't know what to say to the lady yelling and pointing at him. 

"Please calm down, Miss, we will sort this out. There must have been a sort of misunderstanding."

The air hostess who had accompanied the enraged lady tried to calm her down. 

"Don't give me that! Shouldn't you be able to tell who owns a seat? Didn't you see me earlier?!"

The young lady didn't want to take it easy. 

"Come with me, Miss. We'll sort it out outside."

The air hostess tried to guide the woman out. 

"I won't leave here until he shows me his ticket! If he shows me his ticket and I see the indication of his seat number, I'll let him go!"

The lady has big eyes, which scared Damien. But then she looked identical to someone he had seen somewhere before. 

"I'm sorry, sir. But please to let this go away, could you show us your ticket? I mean your flight ticket? The scheduled flight time is about clocking."

The air hostess advised. 

"Oh, yes. My flight ticket."

Damien could swear that he had no idea how he got into the plane. A few minutes ago, he was in the Manor, convincing the lady from the hall to let him return to Vegas. Then his neck had been snapped. And now he's here?

Putting his hand in his pocket, he touched the emblem. He put his hand in the other pocket. There was nothing there. 

"Can you see! Throw this man out! He is a fraud! He has nothing to show for it. How dare he steal my seat! Isn't this a shame to your flying academy or whatever the hell you call it?!"

The lady kept raging! 

"Sir, please, if you don't have a ticket, you would have to come with me."

Damien got up on his feet. He didn't want to cause any more trouble. But then he dipped his hand into the left pocket again. But the emblem was no longer there. Instead, there was a piece of fancy paper. 

He drew it out and showed it to the air hostess. The ticket. 

"What!!!"

The eyes of the young lady widened. 

"This is impossible!!!! How can this be?!!! I have my ticket here."

She dug her hand into her purse. She fumbled through it, but there was nothing there. 

"Miss. I'm sure you know what this means. Creating a scene on the plane and falsely accusing a customer."

The young lady turned around, paying no attention to the air hostess. 

"My bag is here. I kept it here."

She hurried to one of the parts where the bags were stored. She struggled so hard that she pulled the cover with strength and all the bags dropped. On some people's heads. 

But her bag was nowhere to be found. 

The lady felt embarrassed and was escorted out of the plane. 

HOW COULD SHE DO THIS THOUGH? DIDN'T SHE CLAIM TO BE RIGHTEOUS? 

Damien was deep in thought as soon as the plane took off. 

BUT THEN, DID THE EMBLEM REALLY TURN INTO A TICKET? THAT'S CRAZY. 

Unconsciously, he moved his head to the side. Then he noticed a young blonde staring at him. It was more of an inquisitive gaze. 

No matter how many times Damien looked away, whenever he looked back, the blonde was stealing a gaze. 

He stopped looking in the direction. And immediately he stopped, the old woman started. 

OH FUCK! WHAT A BUNCH OF WEIRDOS ON THIS PLANE. 

After a long time, the plane came to stop and everyone got off. He had walked out and was trying to get a cab when he heard someone calling at him. Turning, it was the blonde from the plane. 

"Bruh, what the fuck is happening today!"

The blonde got to him.

"What do you want? Did I also steal your ---"

"How did you do it?"

The blonde interrupted. Damien's eyes squinted. 

"Did what?"

"Was it a sort of VFX effect for T!ktok content?"

WHAT THE HELL IS SHE RAMBLING ABOUT?

The blonde suddenly reached and grabbed him. 

"Please teach me. I have been stuck in 1k followers all my life. If you could teach me that disappearing trick, in no time, I'll hit a million followers."

She pleaded desperately. 

"Please let go of me. I don't want to hurt you."

Damien warned. 

"Okay. I understand. You don't want to talk here. How about you give me your handle, I'll just add you up and ---"

Damien snatched his body and ran towards a cab which had stopped. He opened and jumped in. 

"Drive!"

He yelled and the driver did. 

"What a bunch of crazy lots!!!"

He panted. 

THIS MUST BE THAT CRAZY LADY TRYING TO FUCK WITH ME. 

Suddenly, the cab stopped. 

"What happened?"

"Are you going to tell me where you are going?"

The man asked. 

"Oh, sorry, Boldyville Estate."

"That'd be $300."

Damien knew that that was costly, but he didn't say a word. The man drove off. 

After all, Boldyville was one of the many investments he owned. 

What matters the most was the fact that he had finally arrived at Vegas... the real Vegas!!!