Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 141: Hungry Succubi III

Chapter 141: Hungry Succubi III

They collapsed in a heap on the wrecked table, their bodies slick and spent, and the dining hall reeking of their debauchery—the plates were shattered, the food was ruined, and every surface was coated in the evidence of their frantic rutting.

“That was… divine,” Ophelia panted, tracing a finger through the sticky mess on her thigh.

Esme chuckled weakly as she nuzzled Elion’s chest. “Round two after we clean up? Or should we just fuck on the floor next?”

Elion smirked, pulling them closer. “Keep talking like that, and we’ll never leave this room.”

A soft chime echoed in Elion’s mind. The system’s interface flickered to life in his vision.

[Love Metre Update]

[Esme’s Affection – 60% → 100%]

[Ophelia’s Affection – 60% → 100%]

[Obsession confirmed]

[These succubi crave your dominance and seed above all else]

He stifled a grin. They had become obsessed with him—or more precisely, his cock—but in their world, it amounted to the same insatiable thing.

He let out a low chuckle, masking it as post-climax amusement, his chest rumbling against their pressed forms.

Esme lifted her head from his shoulder, her green eyes hazy with satisfaction, Elion’s cum still trickling from her stretched pussy onto the smeared remnants of potatoes beneath her ass.

“What’s so funny, champion?” she murmured while tracing a finger along his jaw. Her voice sounded husky from all the screaming. “Did we finally break you, or are you plotting how to fuck us even harder next?”

Elion met their gazes evenly. “Just thinking how you two turned a simple meal into a battlefield,” he replied smoothly, his voice deep and steady.

He captured Esme’s wrist gently but firmly, guiding her hand to join Ophelia’s on his thickening shaft. “But if you’re asking for more, who am I to deny the messengers of the Goddess?”

The succubi exchanged a heated glance, their obsession flaring visibly in the way their pupils dilated, and their bodies inching closer like magnets.

Esme’s free hand cupped his balls, rolling them softly while she leaned in to nip at his collarbone. “Deny us? You’d have to chain us down to stop now,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “That cock of yours… It’s like it was forged for us. That thing you did to make it longer? I love it. It goes deeper than any before, hitting spots that make my womb ache for your seed. And we need it again—right now.”

Ophelia nodded. She guided his hand between her thighs, pressing his fingers against her soaked folds, where his earlier cum leaked out in thick strands.

“Your essence is dripping from me, but it’s not enough. Breed me properly this time—pump until I’m overflowing.” Her voice cracked with raw need, her hips grinding against his palm as she spoke.

Elion’s chuckle deepened into a growl, “Greedy demons,” he said, flipping Esme onto her back amid the debris, her legs splaying wide to expose her puffy, cum-smeared pussy.

It was going to be quite an eventful academy break with these two. He even forgot about his plans to become an adventurer and earn money for his poor wallet!

For two weeks straight, Elion did nothing but fuck the two succubi, from morning one day to morning the next day, only stopping to eat, bathe, or sleep, and even then, if a meal or a bathing session didn’t turn into a breeding session instead, it would only be a miracle!

Before he knew it, two weeks flew by. And it was time to return to the academy. It would be a while before he visited the succubi again, but he had filled their wombs with enough of his cum to last them for months!

With reluctant looks bordering on the edge of tears, Esme and Ophelia waved Elion off, who was now dressed in his crisp uniform.

“Mother,” Esme began softly, “Do you think I can use the artefacts to hide my rank and age and enter the academy during the next selection?”

Ophelia gave her daughter a deathly glare. “Don’t you dare!” But Esme was already skipping off, back into the house with a smile on her face.

…

Elion sat alone in his dorm room at the academy, the early morning light spilling in through the tall windows and casting long shadows across the wooden floor.

Most of the students had not returned yet, including Mira and Aria. He hadn’t checked, but he did not doubt that the moment they arrived and knew he was back, the first thing they would do would be to come looking for him.

That certainty alone made him feel oddly satisfied with himself. For now, however, he enjoyed the quiet.

With a calm breath, he summoned his status window and let his eyes scan over the familiar blue panel hovering in front of him.

There were quite a lot of changes in his status after an eventful two weeks.

{[Status]}

[Name: Elion Nova]

[Age: 18]

[Race: Human / Incubus]

[Talent: White Grade]

{[Classes]}

• Triple Elemental Mage (Water, Earth, Fire)( Illusion Magic) – Adept Rank

• Swordsman – Refined Mastery

[Level: 36 (0 / 3600 XP)]

[Strength: 210 → 260]

[Agility: 240 → 290]

[Speed: 230 → 280]

[Vitality: 1000 → 1050]

[Stamina: 1000 → 1050]

[Intelligence: 300 → 350]

[Mana: 250 → 275]

[Will: 200 → 220]

[Charm: 1000 / 10 000]

[Perception: 200 / 1000]

{[Mage Skills]}

[Water Bullet – Lv2] [Water Blade – Lv1] [Tidal Wave – Lv2][Stone Bullet – Lv2] [Earth Wall – Lv2] [Tremor – Lv1][Terror Shield – Lv2] [Sinkhole – Lv2] [Encasement Wall – Lv1][Stone Fist – Lv2][Fireball – Lv2] [Flame Wheel – Lv2] [Hell Flare – Lv2][Flashbang – Lv1] [Flaming Fist – Lv1] [Rain of Flames – Lv2][Mirage Lv 1] [Life Drain Lv2][Telepathy Lv3][Shapeshifter Lv3]

{[Sword Skills]}

[Footwork, Slash, Thrust, Parry, Flowing Edge, Piercing Fang, Perfect Parry, Dead Angle Strike]

{[Unique Skills]}

[Sinful Touch – Divine][Mind Control – Divine][Harem Seal – Divine][Irresistible Charm – Divine][Discerning Eye – Divine Lv2][Enhanced Cognition – Lv2][Poison Immunity][Love Meter][Sword Mastery]

{[Permanent Partners]}[Aria] [Mira] [Esmeralda] [Ophelia]

{[Temporary Partners]}[Beatrice]

[System Points: 247 000]

[System Store Tab]

Elion leaned back in his chair slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile as his gaze settled on the number near the bottom of the panel.

Two hundred and forty-seven thousand system points.

He still remembered the days when he had less than a thousand points, and when every purchase required careful calculation and hesitation.

Now he was rich.