Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 119: Out Of place (GT Bonus - )
Chapter 119: Out Of place (GT Bonus Chapter)
“Okay, see you again soon.”
Mira cupped his face and kissed him deeply, without a hint of shame despite the crowded port. When she finally pulled away, she gave him one last look—half playful, half possessive—before turning toward the elderly butler waiting for her.
The old man’s brows were already drawn together, but when Mira leaned in again and gave Elion a quick peck on the lips, his expression darkened further.
His sharp eyes scanned Elion from head to toe, taking in the plain clothes, the lack of visible insignia, and the weak-grade aura he was currently projecting.
He said nothing.
But it was obvious he disapproved.
Elion could practically see the future troubles thanks to the thoughts being written in that man’s mind.
A similar look rested on the faces of the three well-dressed stewards waiting to the side for Aria. Their posture was impeccable, and their expressions controlled, but the way they looked at Elion was clear enough.
Assessment, judgment, and looks of disapproval.
Aria, however, paid them no mind. She leaned in and kissed Elion softly before stepping away. “Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone,” she said with a teasing smile.
“I’ll try,” he replied lightly.
She gave him one last lingering look before turning to join her escorts.
Flying mounts waited at the edge of the port, their massive wings shifting restlessly as servants loaded luggage. The floating city was lively today. Students from all years were departing for the two-week academy break. Carriages rolled across the stone platforms, and aerial beasts lifted off one after another into the open sky.
Mira mounted a sleek silver-winged gryphon, while Aria boarded a massive azure-feathered bird with elegant plumage. Within moments, both mounts rose into the sky, shrinking into the distance.
Elion stood still until they disappeared completely.
Then he turned away from the port.
For the first time in months, he felt something heavy settle in his chest.
Everyone was going home.
He wasn’t.
He walked slowly toward the lower districts of the floating city, hands in his pockets. The busy chatter around him felt distant. Laughter. Reunions. Servants calling out names.
He had nowhere to return to.
His mother had died when he was young. He didn’t remember her face. The only memory he carried was of his mother was her long, lustrous black hair brushing against his cheek when she held him. That was it.
His father had died more recently. That wound still felt fresh, even if he rarely allowed himself to dwell on it.
He let out a slow breath, pushing the thoughts aside. There was no point lingering in them.
Eventually, he stepped into a plain tavern tucked between two larger buildings. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean enough. He had changed out of his academy uniform before leaving the dorms, wearing simple old clothes instead. The last thing he wanted was attention from curious people.
Ironically, he drew attention anyway.
He chose a table by the window and sat down quietly.
A minute later, a young waitress with dirty blonde hair approached. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, holding a tray tucked awkwardly under her arm. Her steps slowed as she reached his table.
“W–What can I get for you?” she asked, her voice slightly unsteady.
Elion smiled politely.
The effect was immediate. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she looked down quickly, clearly flustered. That’s when it clicked.
Oh. My appearance.
He had almost forgotten.
Even without the academy uniform, even without activating any charm-related skill, his looks alone were enough to make him stand out. His features were too refined, too sharp, too… unfair for the women.
At this point, he would need to find a mask or something to dull his features, otherwise he would be too conspicuous, especially when he wanted to be discreet.
The waitress struggled to focus on writing down his order. She glanced at him, then away, then back again, as if fighting the urge to stare openly.
“A–Ale? And stew?” she repeated, trying to steady herself.
“Yes,” Elion replied gently.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she nodded and hurried off.
He leaned back in his chair.
It wasn’t just her.
Every woman in the tavern—young and old—had stolen at least one look in his direction. Some were more subtle. Others were not.
A pair of beautiful older women whispered to each other near the counter while eyeing him with seductive smiles. A group of younger girls tried and failed to pretend they weren’t staring.
He felt like a piece of candy placed in the middle of a hungry crowd.
Elion exhaled slowly.
So much for keeping a low profile.
He remained seated, waiting for his food to come, that is, until the two women who had been whispering earlier abruptly rose from their table.
They did not hurry, but their eyes were dead set on Elion, making it obvious who their target was.
They moved with slow confidence, hips swaying naturally, drawing more than a few glances from the other people as they crossed the tavern floor toward Elion’s table.
The leading woman had dark brown hair that cascaded smoothly over her shoulders. Her lips were painted a deep, sensual red, and her long black dress hugged her curvy figure perfectly, accentuating every graceful movement she made.
Her dress, though, was nothing short of bold; it had slits on either side of her legs, and the vents were so high up that you could see an expanse of her creamy thighs with each step she took! She carried herself with the kind of ease that came from wealth and status, not from the streets.
Behind her walked the second woman, quieter but no less striking.
She exuded an exotic allure, her long black hair flowing straight and sleek like a raven’s wing, her features were sharp and refined—almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, and a petite frame, features that reminded Elion of the eastern continent’s women.
Her body was more petite compared to her companion’s dramatic curves, but she was just as alluring in her own way. She wore an extravagant red dress.
The gown’s low cut exposed the smooth plane of her chest, leading to a cinched waist and hips that, while slimmer, still swayed with a teasing rhythm, her tight ass flexing beneath the silk as she matched the leader’s pace. Red lipstick painted her full lips, matching the dress’s bold hue.
Elion watched them approach his table, his gaze lingering on the way their dresses rode up slightly with each hip swing, exposing glimpses of toned calves and the subtle sheen of sweat on their skin.
The sight made his blood boil, and it didn’t help that he knew he wouldn’t have Mira and Aria to satisfy his needs for the next two weeks. It suddenly felt like substitutes had appeared right on cue.
But the more he studied them, the more he realised that they looked completely out of place. Elion couldn’t help but wonder what women like this were doing in such a modest establishment.
They clearly did not belong here.
