Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 123: Unexpected twist

Chapter 123: Unexpected twist

Were they interested in him because of his looks?

That seemed too shallow.

Then again, the system had dropped a quest in his lap the moment they approached him in the tavern.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought, Ophelia must be married… right? She had to be.

After all, she had her daughter right beside her. Maybe her husband was a nobleman, or a rich mage. Or was she a widow?

The thoughts made his lips twitch faintly.

Imagine this.

He shows up at some grand estate. The doors open. A middle-aged nobleman stands there with a dignified expression.

And Elion says—

“Hello, sir. Your wife and daughter were flirting with me. We just met. They brought me home. And yes, I’m planning to fuck them both right now.”

He nearly snorted.

Now wouldn’t that be terrific?

Of course, he would never say something so ridiculous out loud. He wasn’t suicidal.

Still…

What kind of man would allow his wife and daughter to bring a random young man home?

Unless.

Unless there was no man.

Or unless the man in question was either extremely weak… or absent.

The deeper they walked into the upper district, the more Elion’s casual thoughts began to sharpen.

This wasn’t some impulsive seduction from these. This felt… deliberate. The timing of the sudden quest, and how these women just approached him with no questions asked.

Yes, he was confident in his looks. But he was not deluded to think that was enough to explain this situation.

Fuck. What have I gotten myself into this time?

He slowed his breathing slightly and kept his senses extended, though subtly. There was no sudden hostility, no ambush waiting in hiding, and no visible guards trailing them.

But that didn’t mean he was safe.

He adjusted his posture slightly, straightening just enough to appear relaxed but confident. Whatever waited ahead, he would handle it when he saw it.

And if things truly went south—

He had options. Well, at least he liked to think he did.

Still, as the towering gates of a massive estate came into view at the end of the road, even Elion had to admit—

This was going to be interesting.

His lips curved into a faint smile.

Fine.

Let’s see what kind of game you’re playing.

They stopped in front of a towering pair of black iron gates.

“We’ve arrived,” Ophelia said smoothly, turning slightly to look at him over her shoulder.

Elion blinked.

Arrived?

He had expected servants. At least one butler. A pair of guards. Someone.

There was no one.

Curious.

Before he could comment, the gates slowly swung open on their own without a sound. No visible mechanism pulling on them, and no guards announcing their return.

The three of them stepped inside.

The estate grounds were vast. Rich green gardens stretched out on both sides of a long stone pavement. Every hedge was trimmed perfectly.

Every tree looked intentionally placed. At the far end stood a large black manor, its grey brick walls polished and well kept, its windows dark and reflective.

“It’s a beautiful place you have,” he couldn’t help but say. And quiet.

“Why, thank you.”

There was not a single servant in sight. No gardeners. No guards. And no maids rushing to greet their mistresses.

Elion’s senses sharpened slightly.

The women continued walking calmly up the pavement as if nothing was strange. He followed half a step behind, his expression composed but his thoughts racing.

Either they value privacy… or this house doesn’t even need protection.

Either way, both points could point toward something potentially dangerous for him.

They reached the entrance. A massive carved wooden door stood before them, engraved with intricate patterns that almost looked alive under the evening light.

“We actually bought this estate recently.” Ophelia said casually, ” And relax, Elion. No need to be so tense. It’s just me and my daughter.”

Elion’s eyes sharpened dangerously, “Right?”

Esmeralda stepped forward and pushed the door open effortlessly.

Ophelia walked in first, her hips rolling with that same seductive sway, the long black dress molding to the generous curves of her ass, each cheek shifting heavily beneath the fabric.

Elion paused in the doorway.

Something tells me I’m about to regret this.

He exhaled softly.

“Come in,” Esmeralda said, giving him a small nod.

He stepped forward.

The door closed behind him with a heavy, final sound.

The interior was exactly what he had expected from the outside. Extravagant. Clean. Dark marble floors. High ceilings. Elegant chandeliers hanging above. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, subtle but intentional.

As he turned his head to take in the details, the soft sound of fabric shifting reached his ears.

Then something hit the floor.

Once.

Twice.

He frowned slightly and looked back toward the women.

And froze.

Both Ophelia and Esmeralda had slipped out of their dresses, the dark black and vibrant red fabrics pooling neatly at their feet like shed skins, discarded without a trace of hesitation or shame.

And of course, they didn’t have any underwear on the whole time!

A bra, that much he could have guessed from the obvious prominence of their breasts in their dresses. But no panties!?

They stood before him completely bare, their figures illuminated softly by the warm glow of the chandeliers, casting golden highlights across their exposed skin.

Ophelia’s sinful, mature, curvy form dominated the space, her body in voluptuous excess that demanded worship—her huge tits hung heavy and full, swaying gently with her breath, the dark nipples already stiff and pointing forward like ripe berries begging to be sucked.

Her waist dipped inward before exploding into wide hips and that thick, round ass, the cheeks plump and firm, parting slightly to reveal the shadowed cleft between them, her pussy lips slightly visible just below, a bit swollen and glistening with a hint of arousal that made the air thicken in Elion’s throat.

Every inch of her body screamed experience and maturity, her thighs thick enough to crush a man in ecstasy, and her skin smooth and flushed with heat.

Beside her, Esmeralda’s petite curvy form offered a contrasting allure, her body a compact bundle of temptation—full breasts thrusting out proudly, round and perky with dusky nipples hardening under his gaze, perfect for palms to cup and mouths to devour.

Her hips flared just enough to accentuate the tight curve of her ass, the rippling cheeks clenching subtly as she shifted her weight, and her slender legs leading up to a neatly trimmed patch above her slick folds, already parting slightly in silent invitation.

Though smaller in scale, her exotic features—those sharp Eastern lines—made her no less intoxicating, her skin glowing with a subtle sheen, every movement radiating a quiet, smoldering intensity that promised depths of passion.

Neither of them looked embarrassed.

They simply stood there, gazing at him with calm, knowing smiles, Ophelia’s red lips parting as she licked them slowly, Esmeralda’s eyes half-lidded while her chest rose and fell, tits jiggling faintly.