Harem Master - RPG story Ch. 024

Hey, another chapter of Harem Master! I put skill reminder in my profile, so if you want you can always have an easy access there, and I don't need to put it in every chapter at the begginig, so it should be easier that way. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

--- Asher Montgomery ---

When Asher entered Rachel's office, she was sitting behind her desk, piercing him with her brown eyes.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile.

"Sit!" Rachel ordered with the same tone she had used the previous day when she was angry at him.

Asher plopped down in front of her, realizing that she was still mad at him.

"I--" Asher started, but she interrupted him.

"Do you even realize how stressed I am when you go to the dungeon?" Rachel asked.

"Ugh..."

"And you just behave like a reckless kid," Rachel said, standing up. She had a skirt that barely reached her knees and a white buttoned up to her neck shirt that was stretching over her impressive bust.

She walked around her desk, and just for a second, Asher saw a faint smile on her face, but then it was replaced with a scowl as she stared down at him.

"Your apology yesterday was a good start, but I don't think it's enough," Rachel said, stepping between him and her desk, her skirt brushing against his knees.

"With how stressed you made me, I believe that you should help me with some relief," Rachel stated, sitting on her desk.

Asher's eyes shifted to her legs. She was holding her skirt down, but sitting so close to him, he could see her thighs.

"Hmm... that's a great idea," Rachel said, noticing Asher's gaze focused on her crotch. "A massage in the right places might be what I need right now."

She slowly raised her skirt, exposing more of her legs, but stopped before Asher could see what interested him the most.

"So, what do you think? Do you want to help your stressed-out teacher?" Rachel asked.

Asher shifted his gaze from her crotch to her face and noticed a soft smile. He grinned, realizing that she wasn't mad at him and it was just a game.

"I'm not sure if a massage would be enough with so much stress," he replied with a smirk.

"It would be a good start," Rachel replied. "And then we can test out your other ideas."

Asher chuckled, shifting his gaze over her body.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Rachel asked, glancing down, suggesting where he should have already been.

With a grin plastered on his face, Asher slid off the chair, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of her. Rachel spread her legs slightly, still holding her skirt down, but he already had a much better view of her crotch.

He shifted closer and put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider. Her skirt rose upward, exposing her naked pussy.

His gaze lingered on her labia, but then, reluctantly, he raised his eyes toward her face.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" Asher asked, raising his eyebrow.

Rachel giggled. "I was waiting for you."

"Naughty," he replied. "And what if someone else came first?"

"Then it would be their lucky day," Rachel replied, but when she saw Asher's irritation, she rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding," she said. "I would just sit behind my desk, and they wouldn't see anything," she explained.

Asher nodded, but before he had a chance to say anything else, Rachel grabbed his hair and pulled him forward, impatient to finally feel his lips on her pussy.

Her slit was already soaked, her juices dripping down her legs onto the desk. Asher smelled her womanly scent before he stuck out his tongue and licked her folds.

Her taste wasn't intense, it was kind of tangy, and Asher licked her again, pressing his tongue harder against her slit. With how much wetness she was producing, he was glad that she didn't taste bad, because that would have been a problem. The way it was now, he didn't mind it.

Rachel let go of his hair, resting both of her hands on the desk behind her, pressing her hips forward. Asher licked between her folds, spreading them with his tongue.

"Yeah," Rachel gasped. "Just like that."

Asher continued licking her pussy, focusing on each fold individually, as Rachel moaned softly. His hard cock was pressing against his pants, but he remained focused on pleasuring her. He wanted to bring her to an orgasm first, and then they could take care of his needs.

"Hmm," Rachel hummed. "That certainly helps," she said softly. "And do you know what would help me relax completely?" she asked.

Asher, with his tongue pressed against her slit, raised his eyes to her face.

"If you would make me come, stop teasing me. Suck my clit and finger me," Rachel said firmly.

Asher shifted his lips higher and brought his fingers to her pussy. Gently spreading her folds, he exposed her little, swollen button and her pink entrance that glistened from her arousal.

He licked her clit, making Rachel gasp and her legs tense. His cock throbbed, demanding attention, especially when he could hear Rachel's moans of pleasure. Asher shifted his fingers to her opening while still massaging her clit with his lips. He surrounded it with them and sucked gently, alternately licking it with just the tip of his tongue.

His fingertips pressed against her entrance, and with how wet she was, they easily slipped into her. Her warm walls wrapped around his fingers as he pushed them deeper until his knuckles touched her folds.

"Yes!" Rachel gasped, tilting her head back, pressing her tits forward. Even if covered by her shirt, it was an amazing view as they stretched her shirt to the limits.

He was fingering her in a steady rhythm while flicking his tongue against her little pleasure button. Rachel was moaning louder, her thighs squeezing harder around his head, until finally, she gasped loudly, more of her juices seeped out, and her inner wall clenched around his fingers.

She pulled his head away from her pussy, bending forward with her eyes closed and mouth open. Asher admired her beautiful face as the orgasm rocked her body. He felt some pride knowing that he was the one who made her come.

His cock was throbbing, and he needed to fuck her, but waited until she opened her eyes, when the orgasm had passed through her body.

"Did it help? With your stress?" Asher asked, rising from the ground, standing between her spread legs.

"Yeah," Rachel said, and leaned forward. She licked his chin, tasting her own arousal, until their lips met in a really wet kiss, as he was sticky with her juices.

Her hand squeezed his cock through his pants. She stroked it a few times before she leaned back.

"But I feel that it created tension in other places," she said, rubbing his length. "Maybe you have an idea for a massage that would help both of us?" she asked, smiling.

Asher smirked before he kissed her again. During it, he pulled his pants and underwear down. Blindly, he raised her skirt and pressed the tip of his shaft against her folds.

Their kiss was interrupted by Rachel's gasp when he slid into her. He focused his lips on her neck as he shifted his cock back and forth in her pussy, getting deeper with every thrust. He was tempted to suck on her skin and give her a hickey, but decided against it, not sure if she would be happy with that.

Instead, Asher reached with his hands to her shirt, leaning back. He unbuttoned it, exposing her large tits, which were covered by a simple white bra.

It had a clasp at the front, and Rachel quickly unsnapped it, freeing her tits, which sagged only slightly after she pulled the cups away. Asher immediately grabbed her tits with both hands, feeling their warm weight in his hands as he still thrust his cock into her pussy.

Rachel grabbed his head and pulled him into another kiss, slowing down his movements, but he still fucked her steadily, getting closer to his release. After licking her pussy, and with the awareness that he was having sex with his teacher in her office, he was really aroused and close to his orgasm.

"I'm close," he panted between their kisses, while their faces remained close to each other.

"Cum in me," Rachel gasped, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling him back into another steamy kiss.

Their tongues battled as Asher quickened his thrusts until he groaned, pushing his hips forward until his thighs slapped against her ass and he erupted. Her inner walls squeezed him tighter as he shot his load into her.

Rachel wrapped her legs around him and stroked his back, her fingers nimbly dancing over his skin as he stood there panting, his orgasm spreading pleasure through his body.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked at her face, their gazes met. "That certainly helped with the stress," Rachel said, smirking.

Asher chuckled before he leaned forward and kissed her briefly. When he finally stopped, he slowly pulled back, sliding his cock out of her pussy. Rachel immediately put her hand on it, stopping his cum from leaking out.

"Pass me my panties. They are in the top drawer on the right," she said, pointing at her desk.

Asher found white panties that weren't exactly sexy, especially compared to the black lingerie she had worn previously, but they matched her bra. Rachel pulled them on, trapping his load and her juices in them. She fixed her bra and buttoned her shirt before she got up from the desk, which was wet from her juices.

"I need to clean here, and then myself, but we can talk first. If you don't mind, the teacher that you will be talking to will have your cum leaking out of her pussy," Rachel said while pulling out a pack of tissues and cleaning her desk.

Asher felt his cheeks blush but shook his head. "It's okay," he said.

Rachel giggled, looking at him. After she cleaned her desk, she sat down in front of him in her chair.

"So, you added Naomi?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "But I have a problem. Tiffany declined the offer, and we are missing a warrior."

"You didn't pressure her to do it, did you?" Rachel asked, watching him carefully.

"No, of course not. I wanted to talk it out, but she had already found another team. Actually, she's joining Madelyn."

"Do you have someone else in mind?" Rachel asked.

Asher shook his head. "I hoped that she would join. Now, I need to see who is still available. Unless you know someone."

"I heard rumors here and there, but," Rachel said, reaching for a binder from her desk. She flipped a few pages.

"Here. There are new students coming tomorrow from the supplementary recruitment. I'm responsible for the papers," she said, tapping on the binder. "And there's a warrior girl who should be here around one o'clock. I'm supposed to welcome her to the Academy, but I can let you do it, so you would have a chance to talk to her."

"Umm... sure," Asher replied. It was a chance to complete his team, but he was worried that something might be wrong with this woman. Yet he might not have a choice and would be forced to add her.

"I think the fact that you added Naomi, means you may like her too," Rachel said, with a smirk.

"Hmm?"

"Her name is Lucy Izanami, and she's Japanese. Just like Naomi."

"Oh..." Asher balked. He wasn't so much worried about her looks, but about her character. He decided that he would still look out for other candidates, not relying solely on the hope that she would agree to join his harem and wouldn't be a bitch.

"She is supposed to contact me tomorrow with the details of when she will get here, so I will text you. Be ready around one to welcome her to the Academy. And perhaps into your harem."

"Okay," Asher replied. "Thanks, Rachel," he added.

--- Ava Black ---

Ava stood in the middle of the battle circle on the square. Thomas, her brother, was in front of her, talking with his friends. They were supposed to fight, and she was waiting for him to be ready.

Finally, he approached her, smirking. "Ready to get your ass beaten again?" he asked.

"Let's fight," Ava replied not allowing herself to get distracted.

It was the best chance she had ever had to beat him, and she wasn't going to miss it. Not this time. Not this day. These were the last minutes anyone was going to think that Thomas was the best.

It was the day she would prove to everyone who the best mage at the Academy really was. She would finally prove it to their father. People were already standing ready with their phones, going to record their fight, and she was glad that everyone would see how she beat him.

She just needed to do it.

Ava walked back away from Thomas, stopping at one side of the circle, as he moved to the other side. He immediately summoned fireballs over his hands.

Ava did the same, waiting.

Thomas hurled one of his fire missiles at her. Ava simply stepped to the side. Thomas' fireball missed her arm by inches, the heat of it warming her face. She sent her own skill at him but remained focused, expecting him to use both of his fireballs. But she didn't even need to dodge it, as it missed her completely.

Thomas easily dodged her fireball, but he had used both of his fireballs, while she had only used one.

She rushed forward, closing the distance between them. Thomas remained in place, and she knew what his next move would be, but she still needed to shoot her fireball at him to force him into it.

When she sent her skill forward, Thomas summoned a fire shield with a smirk and blocked her attack.

Ava immediately started to back off, increasing the distance. Ideally, she would want to wait out his shield, but she knew that was impossible, as Thomas followed after her. However, she had a plan to surprise him.

When their cooldowns ended, both of them summoned their fireballs, but didn't launch them at each other. Thomas wanted to take full advantage of his shield and make sure that he would hit her while blocking her skill, so he was closing the distance between them.

Ava was trying to back off, but the edge of the circle was limiting her. When he was just a few feet away from her, he cast his fireball, and she did the same toward him. That would be the perfect way to fight for Thomas.

But before his skill could reach her, she summoned her own shield, and then sent her second fireball at him, barely above the edge of it.

Thomas' two fireballs struck her shield, which immediately vanished after completely blocking them.

That happened while her first fireball destroyed Thomas' shield, and the second one struck him in the chest, pushing him slightly back.

Despite that, Thomas smirked. "Are you going to surrender now?" he asked.

Ava didn't reply, waiting for her skills to come off cooldown. He assumed that she wouldn't have enough mana to win, having used it on her shield, but he didn't know that the situation had changed.

"Sure, you want to take a few hits. I'm glad to deliver them," Thomas said, and immediately sent a fireball at her just as it came off cooldown.

Ava jumped to the side, avoiding it, and immediately rushed at him. But when he started to move toward her too, she stopped. She had an advantage of one fireball and wanted to make use of it by getting closer, but she couldn't let him get too close.

When they got their classes a year before that day, before their first fight, they came up with rules--or rather, their father did. They couldn't use any items, and that included weapons. That was in Ava's favor, because if anything, Thomas was better at fighting with a sword.

But the rules allowed them to fight hand-to-hand, and Thomas was stronger and better than her at that too. So she needed to hold at least some distance and not let him get within arm's reach.

He was approaching her, and it was obvious that he planned to attack her. She started to back off, waiting with her skill for the best opportunity. When Thomas was close in front of her, she sent her fireball at him, and as she suspected, he just tanked it, not stopping.

She blocked his fist and ducked to the side. He tried to kick her, but she jumped back, avoiding it. He followed after her and tried to punch her, but she held her guard up, and he struck her forearms. She tried to back off, but the edge of the circle was too close. Thomas struck her guard again and then hit her stomach, where she wasn't covered.

Ava gasped as he hit her hard, but she could withstand it. She had already hit him twice with her fireballs, and she was going to win. She was constantly backing off, trying to move around the circle. Thomas attacked her every chance he got, but she managed to block most of his punches.

When her fireball cooldown came off, she waited for an opportunity. She jumped back after his attack and targeted her skill at him. But Thomas ducked to the side, and the fireball flew past him. He rushed at her, kicking her thigh and then punching her forearms. Then he summoned his fireball mid-punch.

The fireball hit her arms, but the flames burst outward, and sparks flew straight into her face and eyes. She immediately teared up, her vision blurring. She tried to wipe them, but before she could manage to do it, Thomas punched her in the face. Ava hit the ground but immediately rolled onto her back, kicking her legs upward blindly.

Even without seeing him, she was able to land a kick. Then she rolled again and jumped to her feet, increasing the distance and wiping her eyes, blinking them rapidly.

When she looked up, Thomas was standing there smirking. "You chose a perfect day to humiliate yourself. Again. With how smart you think you are, you would think that a year of getting your ass kicked would teach you a lesson."

She had a cooldown on her fireball and was waiting, ready if he tried to approach her again. She didn't want to get into any verbal exchanges with him, wanting to remain focused on her main goal.

Thomas sent his fireball at her. They were close, but she threw herself to the side, hitting the ground and narrowly avoiding it. In one fluid motion, she rolled and sprang back to her feet.

Immediately after, she shot her skill at Thomas, but he summoned his fireball and cast it exactly at her projectile, making them both burst into flames mid-air.

Ava was still backing off, maintaining the distance between them, avoiding a hand-to-hand fight with him.

They both waited to have two fireballs ready. Ava sent one after another at him, and when he did the same, she focused on avoiding them. But he predicted where she would dodge, and the second one grazed her arm. It pushed her back slightly, but she turned toward him, expecting him to rush at her immediately.

But he was curling up slightly forward, holding a hand on his stomach. She had hit him too. The magic barrier around the circle was sparkling behind him, so Ava knew that only one missile had hit him, but that was enough--she still had an advantage.

Thomas straightened, still smirking. "Not a lot of mana left," he taunted. "Are you sure you don't want to surrender now?" he asked.

Ava clenched her fists without answering. She had mana, and she would beat him. Both of them waited to have two fireballs again, which they summoned immediately.

Even if she managed to hit with both, it would not be enough to win the fight--and Thomas knew it. In his mind, the fight was over.

Ava ran at him.

Thomas smirked, shaking his head. When she was close, he sent both fireballs at her at once. She immediately threw herself to the ground to the side, sending her skills at him. It was hard to aim well while doing it, but she managed to hit him with one of them. But she got hit with one too, as it struck her thigh.

When she was on the ground, she rolled onto her back and lay there panting. She could have jumped back to her feet, but she was going to use Thomas's arrogance against him and waited.

Thomas laughed and approached her until he stood by her feet.

"You give up?" he asked.

Ava stared at him, and when her cooldown finally came off, she sent her fireball at him. It struck his head, and she immediately kicked his legs. Thomas fell to the ground, and she jumped at him, straddling him and punching. He was blocking her hits, holding his guard, and she didn't have the strength to hit him really hard.

He summoned his fireball and cast it at her, but she leaned back, and it flew past her into the sky.

"Give up!" she shouted, still punching him with abandon, without aiming, without thinking, pouring all of her anger and frustration into striking him.

"Fuck off!" he screamed, even while constantly blocking her hits.

She hissed, then summoned her fireball and struck it on the ground next to his head. The fireball didn't hit him, but the flames reached his face, and he screamed in pain.

Ava jumped off him and stood, watching as he rolled on the ground, holding his face. Then a light orb came up from his ring, and he immediately drank the potion he summoned. Only after he did that did Ava summon her own potion and drink it.

"I won," Ava said, after hiding the empty flask in her ring. Thomas sat up, looking at her, his face still reddened, but he was glaring at her.

Ava wasn't sure what to say or do. She had finally done it. She had finally managed to beat him. She looked around. Everyone was staring in silence, and their phones were still recording. She smiled, glad that there would be proof of her victory.

"You cheated!" Thomas screamed, jumping to his feet and pushing at her shoulders. Ava backed off a step and immediately summoned her fireball.

Thomas looked at it, frowning, but he didn't approach her anymore.

"How?" he asked. "How are you cheating?" He glanced over her body, looking for any items that could give her mana.

"I didn't cheat," Ava replied.

"You must have some item that gives you mana," Thomas said.

"I have the same amount as you," Ava spat.

"Exactly. You shouldn't."

Ava frowned. "That doesn't matter. You lost."

"Because you cheated!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Idiot!"

"Cheater!"

"You lost!" Ava screamed.

"In your dreams! We'll see what father says!" Thomas said.

"Sure!" Ava screamed and turned around, heading toward her room.

Thomas started to laugh. "Pathetic! You really got so desperate that you cheated?!" he screamed after her.

"Fuck off," she shouted back, not looking at him.

She had won. That was all that mattered. Everyone could see it. Everyone would see the recording. And she was going to make sure that their father would see it too. And finally, he would have to realize who was the better twin.

--- Ava Black ---

Ava entered her father's office with her chin held high, proud of herself. She had finally achieved her goal and showed everyone who was better. Her father would not have a choice and would have to admit that he was wrong all this time, and she was the better one.

He was sitting behind his desk and didn't even raise his gaze to her as she sat down in front of him. That was typical, and she knew that she needed to wait until he spoke to her.

However, it was her birthday, and he didn't even wish her anything. Any other year she would not even think about it, and that was normal. But Asher had given her a present and wished her a happy birthday. She wondered why he would care when even her own father didn't.

It took him a few minutes before he finally looked at her.

"You won against Thomas," he said.

Ava grinned, sitting on the edge of the chair, getting closer to her father. "Yes," she replied, proud and cheerful.

"How did you cheat?"

"What?" Ava asked. Her smile quickly vanished from her face.

"How. Did. You. Cheat?" her father repeated the question, making a pause after every word.

"I didn't," Ava protested.

"How much mana do you have?"

"Umm..." Ava hesitated, turning her gaze away.

"Look at me when you speak to me!" he said firmly.

Ava snapped her gaze back to her father.

"I have two hundred ninety three," Ava whispered.

"How?"

"That's not important. I beat Thomas," Ava said. "I'm better than him," she added.

"If you were better, then you would beat him without cheating."

"I didn't, it was a fair fight," Ava protested.

"It wasn't a fair fight. If he had known you added mana to your mana pool, he could have used items to make it fair."

"I didn't use any items," Ava protested. "And I used the same amount of mana as him."

"Mana that you shouldn't have. Unless you cheated."

"But I didn't," Ava whimpered.

"That's not the matter of the discussion," her father said and got up from his chair. He walked slowly around his desk, standing next to her. She instinctively curled in on herself, as if trying to hide from his gaze.

"Ava," he said threateningly. "How did you cheat?"

She didn't know what she was supposed to tell him. She had promised Asher that she would not tell anyone about his class.

However, it was her father. And maybe... maybe if she told him the truth, he would realize that she didn't cheat and that the mana was just a part of her class. And then he would acknowledge her win and would come to realize that she had always been the better one.

"Ava!" her father almost shouted with a sharp, raised voice.

"Umm... I..." Ava hesitated. She didn't know what exactly she expected from this talk, but certainly not that.

Her father lowered himself so he was eye to eye with her.

"How?" he said only one word, staring at her.

Ava squirmed in her chair under his gaze. There was no person in the whole world who could make her feel so uncomfortable and lost as her father.

"I-I found a way to upgrade my class," Ava whispered finally.

"That only confirms that you cheated," her father commented.

"No! I just made our classes equal," Ava protested.

"You used outside methods to upgrade your class," he said.

Ava didn't protest anymore, as she realized that it was pointless.

"What do you mean that you upgraded your class?" her father asked.

Ava averted her gaze, as she couldn't look into her father's eyes anymore. This time at least he didn't scream at her for not looking at him.

She hoped that he would praise her, and instead he was demanding that she break the promise she had given. And what if Asher found out? He would certainly find out. He would expel her from their team and his harem. And she would end up with only the upgrades she had already, without a team, and... and without him.

"How did you do that, Ava?" her father asked again as she remained silent.

"That's so unfair," Ava protested finally. "When Thomas got a better class and beat me time after time, you didn't say a word. But when I made my class better, you accused me of cheating. Oh, because I used an outside source to upgrade my class. And how do we even get classes? We don't have them from birth! We get them from outside sources too, and he got a better one than me. So, was he cheating?!" Ava shouted.

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady," her father said in a low voice, standing straight again, towering over her.

Ava curled up in her chair.

"How did you upgrade your class?!"

Ava barely managed to swallow, feeling a lump in her throat as her mouth got dry. She glanced at her father briefly before she lowered her gaze.

Ava shook her head without a word.

"Answer me!" her father shouted.

"N-No," Ava whispered, feeling tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. She was not going to break her promise. Even if it was her father.

She tried to stop her tears, but a single one streamed down her face.

Her father snorted. "Pathetic. Your tears don't work on me," he said, walking back behind his desk.

When he backed away from her, Ava felt like she could finally breathe.

He sat down in his chair and looked at her. "Just like your mother. Crying, thinking that'd get her everything," he said, and turned toward the computer, focusing his gaze on it.

Ava sat there, trying to stop herself from crying. She admonished herself and told herself that she was stupid and emotional. She shouldn't cry, of course her father would blame her. It wasn't the first time it happened.

But with every moment, it was harder and harder to hold back the tears, and as she was trying to stop them, only more streamed down her face.

"What are you waiting for?" her father asked. "I don't want to see you ever again unless you are ready to admit that you cheated, apologize, and explain how you did it. To me and your brother. And don't challenge him anymore if you are going to cheat. You humiliated him in front of the whole Academy. By cheating. For what? You're not better than him, and you will never be. You're a failure. Just like your whore mother! Get out of here! Now! You've wasted enough of my time!" he shouted at her.

Ava rose from her chair quickly, rushing out of the room. Tears streaming down her face, her vision blurry.

When she closed the door to her father's office, she saw him. Thomas was waiting in the corridor. She quickly wiped her eyes but regretted it the moment she saw his smirk.

"Oh... little Ava is going to cry? Because the world is unfair? Oh, you're so poor," Thomas said in a condescending tone.

"Fuck you!" Ava snarled, walking past him.

"Go cry in the bathroom, loser!" he screamed, laughing, knowing it was the only place she could go.

She closed the door of the bathroom, pressed her back against it, lowered herself to the ground, and hid her face in her arms as she cried.

It had all gone so badly. She had finally managed to beat Thomas, and her father was supposed to understand that she was better. But he didn't.

She had only made their classes equal...

Ava sat on the cold floor of the bathroom, crying, unable to understand why her father would not appreciate her hard work and effort. She wondered why he was always so mean to her and treated Thomas so much better.

It was always like that...

She had hoped that after beating Thomas, things would change. But it seemed that it didn't help at all. And she had no idea what else she could do.

Ava remained on the floor, crying her eyes out, as all of those years of frustration and grief that she had repressed flooded her.

Her phone pinged, signaling that she had received a message. She wanted to ignore it at first, but people didn't text her often, and she realized that it could be something important.

She pulled out her phone and wiped her eyes. It was a message from Asher.

I saw your fight

Congrats! You made it!

I'm proud of you!

Ava stared at the last words, and more tears streamed down her face.

Now, she knew what she had hoped to hear from her father.

--- Asher Montgomery ---

Asher was lying with Elara on her bed, cuddling and stroking her back softly. They had finished their classes and were resting together without any plans for the rest of the day.

"How did your training go?" he asked, even though he already knew it hadn't gone well for her.

"Maya is much stronger and faster than me," Elara replied. "She was a bitch during the training. But afterward she was actually pretty nice," she added, then raised her head to look into Asher's eyes.

"Umm..." Elara hesitated. "I had the impression that she might be interested in something more than just being my teacher or friend. And... she's really pretty. I was thinking that maybe I could try something with her, but I wanted to make sure that you're okay with it first."

Asher hesitated. If she had asked something like that about a man, it would have ended with their breakup. But she was asking about women, and he didn't have anything against it, but couldn't exactly understand where the difference came from.

After a moment of thinking, he nodded. "Yeah, but I want to know if something happens," he said.

Elara pecked his lips. "Of course," she replied, and then smirked. "You want to hear the spicy details of some lesbian sex?" she asked.

Asher rolled his eyes, smiling. "I want honesty and transparency," he replied, repeating her words.

Elara nodded before she rested her head on his chest.

"Do you really think that there would be something more between you two?" he asked, wondering.

"Asher, I'm with you. It's only for... fun. You don't have to worry about anything."

Asher shook his head. "I wasn't asking about that. She beat the shit out of you and was a bitch--your words," he added, smiling. "And I know you. You probably wanted to kill her during your training and planned how to beat her in revenge. So, there are some negative emotions between you two, and that could get in the way," Asher explained.

"I know. I was thinking about it, but... she was really nice and fun afterward. And... she's like... really hot."

Asher snorted. "That's true."

Elara shifted, looking into his eyes. "Would you want to sleep with her?" she asked.

It crossed his mind that if Elara ever slept with Maya, it might lead to the three of them ending up in bed together. Lilah was hot, and Maya was like an older version of her--which somehow made her even more attractive.

That thought made Asher wonder if he had a thing for older women. Rachel was hot and more experienced, and that definitely drew him in. But he also found Elara and Ava attractive. They were older than him too, just not by much.

"Perhaps she would be interested," Elara said.

Asher realized that he hadn't replied, lost in his thoughts, but it wasn't really hard to guess the answer.

"It would be hot to have a threesome with her," Elara added.

"Yeah," Asher replied. "Do you think... she might want to join..." He didn't finish his question, but hoped it was obvious what he was asking.

Elara tensed, with a grimace crossing her face. Asher realized that he had pushed things too far and expected an argument coming, but then Elara sighed and relaxed, pulling herself tighter against him.

"It's hot when we think about doing it once, or from time to time. And I know that you don't have a limit, and it would be best to add as many women as possible, but please have some restraint. You already have five women... soon six. You're not going to have time for me if you start to add everyone... You promised that you wouldn't do it..."

"I know. I know. And I'm not planning to, but I was thinking that with her higher level, she would give me a lot of stat points. And I don't really need to spend so much time with her every day. I can just add her and never meet her again," Asher explained, as that was the main reason he had asked.

Elara sighed heavily. "That could work. Unless she wanted her skills to be upgraded in return," she said. "Then you would have another woman that you would need to spend time with every day," she whispered.

Asher wrapped his arms around Elara and turned them over on the bed so she was lying on her back beneath him. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers gently.

"I'll always have time for you, El. You're the most important person in my life," he said, staring into her light blue eyes.

Elara pulled him into another kiss, but it was shortly interrupted when Asher's phone chimed with a new message. He stopped the kiss and sighed. Whoever it was, they had really bad timing. But he wasn't waiting for anything important, so rather than checking it, he kissed Elara again. However, this time, she stopped their kiss.

"It's okay. Check who it's from," Elara said.

Asher hesitated, but then shifted on the bed, getting back into the previous position, when he was on his back, and Elara rested her head on his shoulder.

Ava had replied to him. He had seen the recording of her fight against Thomas, as she had finally beaten him. He had congratulated her through text, but she didn't respond for a few hours after that.

Can we meet?

That was all she had replied. Again, only thinking about gaining experience and stacks. Asher sighed, confused by her behavior--one moment she only cared about her class, and the next she was banging on his door in the morning to have sex with him because she was horny. And earlier that day, when he had given her a present, she had repeated a few times that she didn't have time, yet remained in his arms for longer than necessary.

Elara, with her head on his shoulder, could read the message too. She was stroking his chest, but her hand was shifting lower, over his abs, getting really close to his crotch.

"Fancy for a threesome?" she asked in a sultry tone.

Asher's cock hardened just at the idea of that. Elara's hand grazing his skin above his cock was helping too.

"We need to find a place for that," he answered, regretting that they didn't have access to the rental house anymore.

"We can do it here," Elara replied.

"Caitlin can walk in at any moment."

"I can text her and ask when she'll be back," Elara said. "And even if she caught us, then what? She already knows that we fuck here."

"With Ava?" Asher asked.

"Oh, come on, she's eighteen. It's not going to shock her that people have threesomes."

Asher didn't need to be convinced further and texted Ava back.

Yeah, come to Elara's room.

Ava replied immediately, even before Elara managed to text Caitlin.

I have a free room, come here please

Asher turned his phone to show the text message to Elara.

"Nice," she said. "Problem solved," she added, sitting up and stretching her arms over her head. She was pushing her chest forward, and without a bra under her white shirt, Asher could see the clear outline of her perky tits and already hard nipples.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on the bed, straddling and kissing her.

"Tease," he whispered into their connected lips, and then jumped off the bed.

Elara giggled, getting up from the bed too. Ava's room was just a few doors down the hall, and just seconds later they were knocking on her door. Ava opened it immediately, and smiles vanished from their faces, replaced with concern as they saw her.

Ava's eyes were red, and even if not at that moment, it was clear she had been crying. And from her disheveled hair and sad grimace, it was clear that her tears weren't tears of joy.

"Come in," she whispered.

Asher and Elara stepped in and Ava closed the door behind them.

"What happened?" he asked.

Ava stared at him for a moment in silence.

"I don't want to talk about it," she replied finally. "Can we have sex, please? I want to... forget, for just a moment," she said weakly.

Asher hesitated, unsure if it was a good idea. She didn't really look like she was in the mood for that. Elara stepped closer to her and brushed her arm with her hand softly.

"Are you sure that's what you need right now?" Elara asked.

Ava looked at both of them, thinking about it, before she nodded. "Yeah," she whispered.

Asher still wasn't sure, but realized that perhaps he couldn't give her what she needed.

Elara grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to Ava, while she held her other hand on Ava's shoulder and massaged her softly.

Asher stood face to face with Ava, seeing even more clearly her reddened eyes and the bags under them. She stared at him with her brown eyes, waiting, and Asher was shocked by how different she was from her typical self.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed his shirt at his chest and pulled herself tightly against him. As they were kissing, he pressed on her shoulders until she sat down on the bed, and then lay down.

They shifted until she lay comfortably and he straddled her, hovering above her, while their lips remained connected.

The bed creaked when Elara lay down next to Ava and stroked her hair softly. Asher was focused on kissing Ava, his hands roaming over her still-clothed body, but then Elara patted his arm.

He opened his eyes, glancing at her, but quickly noticed that Ava was crying again, and tears were streaming down her face, even as they were still kissing.

When he stopped, Ava opened her eyes and quickly averted her gaze, blinking rapidly, as if trying to hide her tears. Asher backed off, and Ava whimpered softly. He lay down and hugged her, as Elara shifted, getting closer from the other side.

"I don't think it's a good time for that," Asher whispered.

Ava opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but only a sob escaped her lips before she pressed her face against his chest, clinging tightly to him.

Asher wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she cried. Elara pressed her body against Ava's back, sandwiching her between them.

Three days earlier, Madelyn had cried in Asher's arms. Elara had the day before that. It was the third woman crying in his arms in the span of a week, and he wondered if that would be his new normal with a harem--or was it a coincidence?

Madelyn wasn't part of the harem, and Ava wasn't crying because of that. At least, he hoped it was for another reason that he still didn't know.

Together with Elara, they hugged Ava for a few minutes as she wept, clinging to Asher without a word. But ultimately, she stopped and just lay there in silence, until she looked at Asher.

"I beat Thomas," she whispered.

"I know. I've seen the recording. Good job," Asher replied, brushing her short black hair from her eyes.

Ava sobbed and started to cry again, pressing her face against his chest.

Asher looked at Elara with concern, wondering what he had said to make her cry again. He stroked her back softly, brushing against Elara's stomach at the same time.

"Ava," he said softly. "Do you want to tell us what happened?"

She sniffled a few times before she shifted slightly back, not pressing against him anymore. She wasn't looking at his face, but somewhere at his shirt that was wet from her tears.

"I went to talk with my father... to tell him that I beat Thomas..." Ava whispered and sniffled. "He... accused me of cheating... I tried to explain that I only made our classes equal, but he didn't care. He was only asking me how I did it. How I upgraded my class."

Asher tensed while still being close to Ava, and she immediately sensed it.

"I didn't tell him about your class... He... was pushing me to, but I promised you I wouldn't."

"Thanks," Asher whispered.

"I-I thought that he would be proud, that he would praise me or something. I don't know. Maybe he would start to treat me how he treats Thomas... But... he was only interested in how I upgraded my class. He told me he wouldn't speak to me until I apologized for cheating and explained everything."

"But... but I didn't cheat. I just made our classes equal... I don't know why he doesn't see it... It was always like that. No matter how hard I worked, or how much better I did, or... or... anything. Nothing mattered. Thomas was always the best in our father's eyes."

"I thought that if I beat him in the fight, our father would finally see that I'm better. But no. He found another reason. I cheated and I am a failure," Ava whimpered and pressed her face against Asher's chest again.

"Screw him," Elara said. "It doesn't matter what he thinks. You are better than Thomas. And if he can't see it, you can't change it. Who cares what he thinks?" Elara asked.

"I do," Ava whispered.

Elara frowned, clearly not sure how to reply to that. Asher sighed quietly.

"Ava, you're better, and even if your father can't see it, everyone around you can, and soon the rankings will show that too. But what's more important is that you don't need to prove anything to anyone," he said. "You worked hard, you trained, you studied, and now you know that you are the best," he added.

Ava didn't answer and just lay in his embrace. She wasn't crying anymore but was thinking about something without speaking. After a few more minutes, her phone pinged.

Asher turned around and grabbed it from the nightstand behind him, noticing that it was lying on the book he had given her. He passed the phone to Ava, she read the message and sighed.

"My roommate is coming back. She'll be here soon," she said.

"We can stay if you want or go somewhere else," Asher offered.

Ava shook her head. "I think I will go to sleep," she said, sitting up.

"Okay," Asher replied as he and Elara got up from the bed.

"I'm sorry," Ava whispered, averting her eyes.

"Hey," Asher said, getting back on the bed and leaning close to her. "You don't have anything to apologize for. And if you want to talk or cuddle, text me or Elara," he offered.

Ava stared at him for a moment and then barely nodded. "Thanks," she whispered.

Asher grabbed her chin and pulled her into another short kiss. "No problem, Ava," he said before he got up, and they left Ava's room with Elara.

"That went differently than I expected," Elara said as they were walking back to her room.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Asher asked.

Elara shrugged. "I know her even less than you," she replied. "Maybe she just needs time," she added.

Asher nodded, worrying about Ava, but wasn't sure what to do to help her. He realized that she hadn't received her stack of mana for the day and hadn't mentioned it, so it was really bad.

He glanced at Elara, and she had a soft smile as she was opening the door to her room.

"Do you think she will be mad if I make jokes about daddy issues?" Elara asked after she closed the door to her room.

"El..." Asher said.

Elara rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding," she said, but was still smiling.

They spent some more time cuddling and talking until Caitlin came back and joined them, spending time with them.

When it got late, Asher returned to his room, and after a short shower, went to bed, still worrying about Ava. And still nervous about Lucy, who he was going to meet the next day.

Just before he fell asleep, he reminded himself of the strange dream he had the previous night, wondering if it would repeat.

--- Asher Montgomery ---

Asher was sitting at the lecture when he got a text message from Rachel that Lucy would arrive at the Academy soon. It was his third lecture of the day, and he was bored out of his mind. It was about twenty minutes before the end of it, so he realized that he would need to skip the last part.

He turned toward Madelyn, who sat with him in the last row.

"I need to go. Lucy will be here soon," Asher whispered. He had explained the situation to Madelyn during one of the breaks earlier.

"Good luck," Madelyn replied.

"Thanks, Maddy," he said, moving quietly out of the room.

The attendance was better than the previous day, but again, from his harem, only Naomi showed up. He had breakfast this morning with Elara, and then she went to train. Just as he expected, she was motivated to train even harder with a new goal in mind--to beat Maya.

Ava didn't show up, and he had texted her, but she hadn't responded yet. It was already after noon, so he decided to check on her after meeting with Lucy.

He headed toward the main entrance of the Academy and waited outside. He was stressed, worrying about what kind of person she would be. He had talked about other options with Elara the previous day, and they didn't have many.

He hoped that Lucy would be interested in joining their team. Even if she wasn't strong or super hot, the most important thing was that she wasn't a total bitch and would fit into the group.

A black, elegant car stopped by the stairs of the Academy. Asher wasn't an expert on cars, but he knew that this brand was an expensive one. The back door of the car closest to Asher opened and an Asian guy got out of the car.

He was handsome, athletic, and well-dressed. He looked a few years older than any Academy students, and Asher raised an eyebrow seeing him. But then the door on the other side opened, and a woman stepped out of the car.

She was Asian too, quite short, and the most eye-catching thing was her long, dyed pink hair. She wore a shirt that hugged her slim body tightly, stretching over her medium-sized tits, and shorts that barely covered her ass.

The man walked around the car and stopped in front of her. They said something to each other as the chauffeur got out of the car and pulled a big suitcase from the trunk.

Then the woman hugged the man, and Asher sighed. But the hug ended quickly, and the man ruffled her hair as she squeaked something, stomping her feet and glaring at him.

Asher realized that they looked more like siblings rather than a couple and hoped that he wasn't mistaken. The man got back into the car, and it drove away.

Lucy grabbed her baggage and started to pull it toward the stairs, but Asher quickly rushed down to offer help.

"Hey, Lucy?" he asked, approaching her.

She stopped, looking at him with a smile. "Yeap! And I guess you're not Rachel."

Getting closer, Asher had a chance to take a better look at her. Lucy was pretty, had a light complexion and soft facial features, clearly looking Japanese. She had an anime girl on her shirt, with Japanese writing.

"She's busy right now and asked me to welcome you," Asher said.

Lucy smiled. "Nice. Lucy, but you already know that."

"Asher," he replied. "Do you need help?" he asked, pointing at the luggage.

"Thanks," she replied, passing him the suitcase.

He grabbed it, and they walked up the stairs of the Academy.

"So, are you a teacher's pet or did you want me to join your team?" Lucy asked as they were passing through the door.

He set the bag down and looked at her. She was still smiling, her head tilted slightly to the side. His gaze drifted to her collarbone, where a tattoo peeked out as her shirt slipped just a bit lower. It looked like part of a flower, and he couldn't help but wonder how far it went--did it reach her tits?

"I want you to join my team, but it's a little bit more complicated," he replied, looking around the room. There weren't any people there, and he noticed empty tables by the wall. "Let's sit," he said, walking to one of them while pulling her bag with him, not leaving her an option to refuse.

They sat down in front of each other. Lucy rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands, leaning toward him.

"So? How could joining your team be complicated?" she asked.

Asher sighed, preparing himself for this talk and hoping that she would at least hear him out and consider it.

"I have a really strange class," he started.

"You have me intrigued," Lucy replied.

Asher ran a hand through his hair, wondering what was the best way to explain everything.

"I got it just a week ago, and I am a support. The name of it is... Harem Master," he finished, whispering.

Lucy sat up straight, her mouth hanging open in shock as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Please, listen to everything that I have to say," Asher said, holding his hands up, worried that she would immediately run away. Lucy wasn't responding, watching him, so he continued quickly, seeing an opportunity to explain everything.

"It's connected to sex, and to use it fully sex is kind of required. But if you joined, you don't actually need to do anything with me. But if you do, I could upgrade your class and give you new skills. It might sound bad, but it has really good perks. I can make you really, really powerful--probably one of the best here at the Academy."

Lucy was staring at him without a word, now looking shocked.

"We almost have a full team, missing only a warrior, and with my upgrades, we are going to be one of the best teams. You could join us and be part of it," he added, hoping that this would convince her.

Lucy abruptly got up from her chair, put her hands on the table, and leaned toward him, getting her face close to his.

"Please, tell me this is not a joke," she said, sounding like she was out of breath.

Asher frowned. "No," he replied, unsure why she would think it was.

"You recognized my shirt and decided that it would be fun to prank me, right?" Lucy asked.

Asher shifted his eyes to her shirt, to the anime girl that he couldn't recognize.

"What?" he asked.

Lucy was staring at him for a moment.

"You are not kidding?! You're like Kaito Tachibana?!" she exclaimed, standing straight.

"Who?" Asher asked. He hadn't heard this name ever before.

"The main character of my favorite anime. Dungeon Ecstasy," she exclaimed. "It's not very popular, but when you started to tell me about your class, I thought that you recognized Maiko," she said, pointing at her shirt as she started to pace next to the table, looking like she was unable to sit in place from excitement.

Asher shook his head. "I haven't ever heard about it."

Lucy gasped. "You of all people should watch it. I will send you a link," she said, and then jumped toward him and sat down next to Asher on the couch, pushing him further on it. "It's about a man who gets a class like you. Well, he's a warrior and it's Ecstasy Fighter, and the women in his harem don't get stronger, only he gets stronger, but he does it by fucking them. And then they fight together against monsters and save the world. And fuck a lot in the meantime. Best anime ever," Lucy explained, shifting even closer to him.

Asher hesitated. It didn't sound like his class, but was at least somewhat close. Perhaps he wasn't the first one who got a class connected with sex, and there were people like him out there. When they had searched online before, they'd only looked for facts and documented cases--not fictional stories. But perhaps it was based on someone's true story.

"Yes!" Lucy exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I want in, please," she said, dragging out the last syllable, then pouting her lips and fluttering her brown eyes at him.

"Agh, this man that got out of the car with you, and you hugged?" he asked.

"My brother," Lucy replied immediately.

"Okay, then yeah, sure," Asher replied.

"Yay," Lucy exclaimed, standing up and twirling in place. Then she sat down beside him again, scooting even closer.

"So, what do I need to do? Are you going to bind me to an altar, bathe me in monster blood mixed with your cum, and then fuck me until I pass out?" she asked, sounding like she was genuinely hoping for that.

Asher stared at her, shocked, wondering if he really wanted to watch the anime.

Lucy giggled. "Oh come on. I'm joking," she said, slapping his arm playfully. "But there must be some joining ritual, right?" she asked with hope, leaning toward him.

"You need to kiss me," Asher replied.

"Just a kiss?" Lucy asked, pouting. "It will do," she said, shrugging. "But I will think of something better later on."

Then she grabbed his head and pressed her lips against his. He was surprised by her sudden move and didn't even have time to upgrade and activate his skill. Lucy almost immediately leaned back, remaining close to his face.

"I hope you fuck better than you kiss," she said.

Asher snorted, grabbed her head, and pressed his lips against hers, wanting to show her how he kissed when he wasn't surprised. Their lips mashed together as she pressed her body against him.

It lasted a few seconds, during which her hands roamed over his arms and chest, constantly shifting and stroking.

When their lips parted, Lucy licked her lips. "Much better," she said.

Asher opened his mouth to explain that she still wasn't added and that he needed to upgrade his skill--but he was interrupted.

"Asher!?" Madelyn suddenly shouted.