Harem System: Spending Money On Women For 100% Rebate! - Chapter 335 - 335: We Are Back!

Kyle lay there in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, his body slick with sweat, heart still pounding from the intensity of what had just transpired. Ella’s red hair fanned out across the pillow like a fiery halo, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The room smelled of their mingled scents—musk, desire, and something sweeter, like the vanilla body lotion she’d applied earlier. He hadn’t planned for this to happen today, but the tension between them had been building like a storm cloud, inevitable and electric.

It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what Kyle told himself. Ella had been teasing him for days, her silk shorts riding up as she moved around the apartment, her laughter a little too sharp, her glances a little too lingering. He’d caught her in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, and when she turned to face him, the air crackled. Words were exchanged—playful at first, then heated.

The way she dressed was clear she was trying to start something, he instantly knew it might be innocent but there was no way she should be dressing like that around the house with a man present.

Before he knew it, Ella had taken control, her usual fiery temper channeling into something primal. She straddled him on the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him like a nymphomaniac, her moans filling the room like a symphony of pent-up frustration.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” she’d whispered, her grey eyes locking onto his, daring him to match her intensity. Kyle had obliged, his hands gripping her hips, thrusting up to meet her rhythm. It was raw, unfiltered—years of her celibacy and his calculated restraint colliding in a explosion of raw lust. When she climaxed, her body shuddering around him, it pushed him over the edge too, a groan escaping his lips as he filled her, their bodies collapsing in a tangle of limbs.

But now, in the quiet aftermath, reality seeped back in. This wasn’t just sex; it was a threshold crossed. Ella was no longer the just a roommate or Jane’s friend, the reluctant ally in his chaotic life. She was part of it now—part of him. The harem, as he thought of it in his more detached moments, had grown. Jane, with her sweet vulnerability; Cassandra, steady and nurturing; Calista, cunning and a recipe for disaster; and now Ella, a whirlwind of passion and pride. It changed everything. No more tiptoeing around the unspoken attraction, no more pretending their shared space was platonic. She was his, and he was hers, in the complicated web he’d woven.

Yet, with that came the weight of division. Kyle’s attention was already stretched thin. Jane needed reassurance, her insecurities flaring up with his busy schedule. Cassandra balanced motherhood with this new dynamic, her quiet strength a anchor he relied on. And Calista… well, she was a wildcard, her trending scandals a reminder that not all connections were built to last. Adding Ella meant balancing acts of affection, time, and energy. He couldn’t afford to let any of them feel neglected; resentment could fester, turning love into poison just like he had seen with Jones’ marriage. But how long could he juggle before something—or someone—slipped through his fingers?

More pressing, though, was the shadow of Cleopatra. Ella’s estranged sister had cornered him earlier that day, her words left him uneasy even though he didn’t believe she did any of this for her sister’s sake.

“Look after that little brat for me,” she’d said, her voice dripping with false concern. Kyle knew better. Cleopatra wasn’t the type to hand out favors without strings. She’d saved his life once, tipping him off to an assassination attempt, but her motives were murky with ulterior motives for him to be indebted to her and family secrets. If Cleopatra was involved in the underworld—as her cryptic demands to kill Marcello suggested—then Ella could be a pawn. Or worse, a target. Kyle had to keep a closer eye on her now, not just for his sake, but because her blood tied her to dangers he was only beginning to understand existed.

Ella stirred beside him, her breathing still heavy from the exertion. She looked peaceful in sleep, vulnerable in a way she never allowed when awake. Kyle hesitated, then reached out, shaking her shoulder lightly. “Ella,” he whispered, his voice soft but insistent.

“Wake up. We need to talk,” Kyle knew they had to get to the bottom of this.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with post-orgasmic fog. She blinked at him, propping herself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping down to reveal the curve of her breast.

“Kyle? What time is it? Why aren’t you asleep? After all that…” She trailed off, a smirk tugging at her lips, but it faded when she saw the seriousness in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Ella showed concern because Kyle was rarely serious.

Kyle sat up, leaning against the headboard, his hand lingering on her arm. The warmth of her skin grounded him.

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly. But… I need to be honest with you. About us. About everything,” Kyle knew to keep this harem afloat, he needed to let at least one of his women into what was going on with his life so she could help cover for him when the others started to ask questions.

Ella’s brow furrowed, and she pulled the sheet up, suddenly self-conscious.

“Honest? After what we just did? If this is where you tell me it was a mistake—”

“No,” he cut in quickly, squeezing her hand.

“It wasn’t a mistake. Far from it. But this… changes things. You’re part of my life now, in a way that’s deeper than before. And I have to divide my time, my attention. There are others—Jane, Calista, Cassandra. You know that. It’s not fair to any of you, but it’s the truth,” Kyle was being vulnerable with her, something he wasn’t used to himself.

He said these words without the emotional response that should come with it but he could now fake them with accuracy thanks to his skills.

She nodded slowly, her expression a mix of understanding and wariness.

“I get it. I’m not naive, Kyle. I knew what I was getting into when I… when we…” She gestured vaguely at the rumpled sheets.

“But yeah, it’s forever changed. I’m in your harem now, huh? Sounds so medieval.” She laughed, but it was tinged with uncertainty.

“Just promise me you won’t treat Jane like some side piece,” Ella was thinking of her friend even in this situation. It was a lot easier for her to commit to Kyle because she had been celibate for a few years.

“She won’t be,” he assured her, pulling her closer.

“You’re all important to me. But that’s not all I need to talk about.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “It’s about your sister. Cleopatra,” Kyle knew how this could potentially be a trigger word.

Ella stiffened, her body going rigid against his.

“What about her?” Ella’s tone changed the moment her lips parted and this made Kyle reconsider. Kyle took a deep breath.

“I met her. This week. She… approached me. Said some things that make me think she’s not as out of your life as you think,” Kyle was willing to be transparent with her as this was the best way to protect her.

Ella’s eyes widened with visible disgust at what Kyle had just done.

“You what?” Ella’s voice was cold but Kyle knew this was something she had to hear regardless of how she felt.

He explained as honestly as he could—Cleopatra’s cryptic messages, the warning that saved his life, her demand to kill Marcello, choosing to omit the mafia details for now, to avoid overwhelming her with information.

“She asked me to protect you. Said it was for Jane’s sake, but I don’t buy it. There’s more to it. I need to know about your relationship with her. The real story,” Kyle said. Ella and Jane had told him two different versions of the same story but a story was only as good as an individual experiences them.

This was why different version existed, the memory was not so reliable after all.

Ella sighed, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling.

“It’s complicated. We grew up in wealth, but it was tainted. Our parents… they were into shady stuff. Cleopatra embraced it, became the golden child. I rebelled, wanted out. She made sure I stayed out—froze me from the family fortune, spread lies. But protection? That’s new. She never cared before,” Ella was dismissive but at least, she was entertaining the conversation.

Kyle listened, piecing it together with what he knew of Cleopatra’s underworld ties.

“She is into some dangerous things, Ella. I have to keep an eye on you—closer than before. I fear she might drag you all in…” Kyle muttered. Ella turned to him, her hand tracing his jaw.

“Then we’ll handle it together. But no secrets, Kyle. If I’m in this harem, I’m all in. Honesty, or I walk,” Ella gave him her condition. He nodded, kissing her palm.

“Deal,” Byung reassured her as she drifted back to sleep, Kyle lay awake, planning how he could navigate through this situation.

He needed to get to the bottom of it all before he chooses a side because right now, everyone was hiding things from him.