Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 107: Gatekeeping

Chapter 107: Gatekeeping

Two months.

It sounded generous. In reality, it was a countdown.

Training intensity would skyrocket. Sparring rooms would be booked day and night. Friendships would strain, rivalries would harden, and alliances would quietly form.

Some students would burn out before the tournament even began. Others would break through their limits under the pressure.

Elion leaned back slightly, letting Aria remain comfortably settled against him. He could feel the faint tension in her body now; her earlier relaxation had been replaced by quiet determination.

She had straightened just a little, her eyes open and focused on Eveline, already thinking ahead.

Beside them, Mira’s expression was calm but alert. Her fingers tapped once against Elion’s thigh before stilling, a subtle tell that she was already planning. She didn’t speak, but Elion could almost hear her thoughts racing ahead.

Around them, reactions varied wildly.

Some students looked pale, realizing too late that this chance was far more dangerous than it sounded. Others clenched their fists in excitement, their blood burning at the thought of proving themselves.

William sat rigid in his seat, jaw tight, his eyes fixed forward. The mention of the tournament had reignited something ugly in his gaze. He wasn’t thinking about opportunity—he was thinking about settling scores.

Isolde sat quietly a few rows away, hands folded in her lap, her expression conflicted. The chance to enter the Legacy World was everything she had trained for.

In fact, since she was more privvy to the details because of her unknown status, it was the very reason she was in this academy, yet the idea of fighting seniors—and possibly Elion—made her chest tighten. Still, beneath the anxiety, there was resolve. She would not back down.

Eveline clasped her hands together. “Further details regarding the tournament format, rules, and schedule will be announced in the coming weeks. Until then, your priority is simple.” Her lips curved into a confident smile. “Train. Improve. And you shall be rewarded.”

She stepped back, signaling the end of the announcement.

The hall erupted into noise once more, louder than before.

Students immediately broke into groups, their voices overlapping as plans spilled out. The tournament had instantly reshaped the future of the entire academy.

Similar scenes were visible all through the upper floors as the corresponding Professors addressed their years.

Elion exhaled slowly.

Aria tilted her head slightly, glancing up at him. “Looks like things are about to get busy,” she said quietly.

Mira smirked faintly. “Busy is an understatement.”

…

Elion’s pants pooled at his ankles, his thick cock pumping relentlessly into Beatrice’s slick, welcoming pussy.

Each powerful thrust slammed his hips against her plush ass, the impact sending ripples through her soft flesh. His fingers dug into her narrow waist, holding her steady as he pounded her from behind.

“Ahhh, yes, just like that!” Beatrice gasped, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the edge of her desk.

Every forward plunge jolted her body, shoving the sturdy wooden surface forward with a protesting creak from its legs.

Her full, heavy breasts swayed pendulously beneath her, nipples hardening against the cool air of the room, brushing the desk’s edge with each bounce.

Elion’s balls tightened, the familiar surge building deep in his core.

Ngggghhh! He groaned, burying himself to the hilt as hot spurts of cum erupted straight into her depths, flooding her womb with his seed.

That damn harem system—he’d wrung the truth from it after some persistence. It turned out that the other function it was gatekeeping info about from him was that it naturally prevented pregnancies.

So no pulling out(Not that he ever did), and no unplanned pregnancies; he could indulge in his favourite creamy fillings without a second thought of the consequences.

Beatrice’s walls clenched around him, milking every drop as her own pleasure crested in response.

With a satisfied grunt, Elion withdrew, his shaft glistening with their mixed juices, still rigid and throbbing, defying any notion of fatigue. Beatrice twisted around, her cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming with hunger.

She licked her lips, admiring the unyielding hardness of her favorite plaything. “I love how energetic you always are,” she purred.

Elion’s grin widened at her words. He slid both hands to her waist, pulling her close as she draped her arms around his neck, drawing him in. “Now, fuck me more. I want more of you inside me,” she demanded.

One hand trailed down, her fingers wrapping around his slick length, guiding the swollen head back to her quivering entrance.

“Yes, ma’am,” Elion chuckled.

He hooked his arm under her right thigh, lifting it just enough to angle himself perfectly. With a smooth push, he sank back into her heat, her pussy gripping him like a vice, still overflowing from his earlier load.

“Ohhhhh, mmmmm!!!” Beatrice’s head fell back, eyes rolling up as ecstasy ripped through her once more.

Her body shuddered violently, another orgasm crashing over her without warning, her juices squirting lightly around his invading cock.

The sensitivity from their marathon session made every inch of him feel amplified, her nerves firing wildly.

Not done yet, Elion’s muscles flexed as he hoisted her higher, his right hand securing her left leg now, lifting her off the ground entirely.

He drove upward, piercing even deeper into her core, the tip nudging her cervix with insistent pressure.

Beatrice’s nails raked his shoulders, her mouth opening in a silent scream as fresh waves of bliss tore through her.

“So… deeeeeppp!” she wailed, her voice breaking as yet another climax seized her.

This position was new, uncharted territory in their adventures, and it overwhelmed her completely—her pussy spasming uncontrollably, drenching his thighs.

Pah-pah-pah—

After securing her weight steadily in his arms, Elion began pounding once again, the wet, slapping sounds echoed, as Elion carryied her toward the wall while buried inside her.

Each step jolted him deeper, his cock stirring her insides like a piston. Beatrice’s legs trembled in his grasp, her body limp with overstimulation, but she urged him on with desperate whimpers.

He pressed her back against the cool wall, the contrast making her arch. With a swift adjustment, he slung both her legs over his broad shoulders, folding her nearly in half. T

his let him plunge impossibly further, his balls now slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust. Beatrice’s world blurred into a haze of sensation—her clit grinding against his pubic bone, her breasts heaving wildly, nipples pebbled and aching.

“Fuck… yes… oh god, Elion!” After that, the the thrusting was so brutal that her words dissolved into a torrent of incoherent cries—moans, gasps, and guttural pleas blending into nonsense.

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, one bleeding into the next without mercy. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed, gushing around him, the slickness easing his relentless pace.

Inner walls pulsed with electric heat, every nerve alight, her mind fracturing under the onslaught.

Elion’s own arousal built again, the sight of her unraveling spurring him on. He pounded harder, the wall vibrating behind her, his grip ironclad on her thighs.

Sweat slicked their bodies, the office filled with the symphony of flesh meeting flesh, her broken sobs, and his ragged breaths. He wasn’t stopping—not until she’d taken everything he had to give.