Chapter 105: [105] Daddy’s Imperial Harem

"For how many months?" Kate asked, her voice suddenly serious even while her virgin cunt kept twitching and clenching.

"Oh babe... for a lifetime, of course."

Every pair of eyes in the washroom stared at him in pure, stunned disbelief.

Daniel’s cold gaze slowly swept across the room, deliberately meeting the dilated pupils of every single dripping cunt present before he continued, voice low and absolute.

"Since you asked that question, let me make it crystal clear right now.

Once a pussy belongs to me... it will always belong to me—!"

He let the heavy words hang in the air like a thick chain.

"Meaning... the moment you decide to join my Imperial Harem, you will live as my personal concubines for the rest of your lives."

Absurd.

That was the first word their heads scream.

What fucking era was this?

Imperial Harem? Imperial Concubines? Was this middle-aged bastard really standing in a public bathroom talking like some ancient emperor who owned every hole he gazed at?

"You know an emperor needs a palace to lock his concubines in, right?" one of the girls still holding Lily’s bright-red, jiggling ass barked. Because she and her friend had never been pressed against Daniel’s hard body, they had never tasted the otherworldly pleasure and deep, melting comfort that Touch of Lust had poured straight into the other four. To these two, Daniel only had money. And even that insane offer sounded so ridiculous they couldn’t fully believe it.

100,000 Credits a month just to become his permanent bitch?

Earning that much was definitely a win in life... but if they managed to bag a proper rich man they could become real queens with status and respect.

Those cold calculations, however, only belonged to the three girls who had never felt Daniel’s ability sink into their flesh and turn their cunts into leaking, aching messes.

If you asked Kate and the three friends who had been grinding their crotches against him, the answer would be completely different.

Right now their main focus wasn’t even the mountain of money.

It was Daniel’s heat.

His heavy, masculine scent.

The thick, hard bulge that kept twitching and jumping under his pants with his every movement.

They were already addicted. Their mouths flooded with thick, sticky saliva they had to keep gulping down just so they wouldn’t drool like bitches in heat. Their cunts — virgin and used alike — were twitching so violently it almost hurt, craving that heat, that brutal stretch, that absolute ownership.

Even just hearing him casually talk about permanently owning their holes made fresh, thick juice leak out in sticky strings, soaking their panties until the thin fabric turned completely transparent and clearly outlined every swollen, puffy lip and the dark little slits between them.

But even through the thick, mind-numbing haze of lust, a thin, trembling thread of reason still remained.

Living as a man’s permanent bitch wasn’t just selling their pussies for a few good fucks.

It was selling their dignity, their respect, their honour... permanently locking their holes to only one cock for the rest of their lives.

Daniel could see the doubts swirling behind their glazed eyes. He understood them perfectly. This wasn’t a simple one-night stand where you get your cunt ruined and walk away the next morning looking for the next thick cock. If they accepted, their pussies would be married to only his cock forever. And he wasn’t even offering a temporary contract. He wanted their holes — every tight, wet, clenching inch — for a lifetime. Bitches who were born to be enjoyed and passed around by many men would be locked to a single thick cock until they died.

He could understand the hesitation.

Society’s bitches were meant to be shared... and here he was talking about absolute, lifelong ownership.

Daniel turned his cold, heavy gaze to the two girls still holding Lily’s raised, bright-red, handprint-covered ass.

"How many slaps have you given her till now?"

The two girls looked at each other for a second, speaking with their eyes. Then one barked "Forty!" while the other barked "Fifty!" Their numbers didn’t match, and they instantly glared at each other with accusing, bitchy eyes.

But bitches and accountability never went hand in hand.

The girl who claimed fifty turned to Daniel with a quick, fake-innocent expression and said, "I hate this bitch too much, that’s why I went overboard!"

The other one chimed in immediately, "Me too!"

Kate, the three girls still dripping against the wall, and even Lily turned to stare at the two liars.

Yeah. Both of them were lying through their teeth. They had been focused on slowly, cruelly torturing Lily’s fat ass. Each slap had been packed with brutal force that made the soft cheeks ripple and jiggle, but they hadn’t landed more than fifteen or twenty at most.

Still, Kate and her friends said nothing. They wanted to see if this crazy rich bastard would really pay that insane amount. And Lily... Lily was currently too busy staring at Daniel with wet, disbelieving eyes while her own spit-soaked panty still stuffed her mouth and her empty, swollen cunt kept clenching around nothing.

"Give me your QRs," Daniel barked, already pulling his phone out of his pocket. The thick outline of his cock jumped visibly under the fabric as he moved.

The two girls froze for a split second.

Was he actually paying them?

They abandoned Lily’s burning red ass in a heartbeat. Her soft, glowing cheeks slapped loudly against the cold tiled floor as she barely caught herself with trembling hands. Fresh tears of pain and humiliation spilled down her face.

"QRs!" they barked almost at the same time, frantically pulling out their phones, opening APay with shaking fingers, and shoving the glowing QR codes right under his nose.

Daniel scanned the self-proclaimed "forty-slap" girl first.

BEEP BEEP

The girl yanked her phone back and stared at the bright notification. Her fingers started trembling violently. Her mouth fell open into a perfect, stupid O. Her eyes bulged so hard it looked painful. Even the other girl forgot about her own payment and leaned over, soft tits pressing against her friend’s arm, to stare at the balance.

+400,000 Credits

Their breathing turned rapid, shallow, and shaky.

BEEP BEEP

While the second girl was still gawking at her friend’s glowing screen, her own phone buzzed hard. The bright green notification with white text made both their eyes nearly pop out of their skulls.

+500,000 Credits

Even Kate and the other three dripping girls took small, unsteady steps forward, their soaked thighs rubbing together, and crowded around the phones. Soft, heavy tits pressed against backs and arms as they all stared at the impossible numbers in pure, filthy disbelief.

Their pupils trembled as they slowly raised their eyes and looked at each other.

Lily, who had every chance to run while no one was holding her, somehow found herself standing up on shaky, weak legs and walking over to the group on pure instinct. She stared down at the glowing screens. Her breath locked solid in her throat. Then she slowly raised her wet, and hazy eyes and stared at Daniel in complete, stunned disbelief.

Having money... and casually throwing nearly a million Credits at complete strangers just to watch a girl’s fat ass get destroyed... were two completely different things.

A man who could drop that kind of money in seconds just for entertainment...

What were the chances he would ever short-change the bitches who actually spread their legs for him?

They had just earned in a few heartbeats what their parents couldn’t earn in an entire year of hard labour. Their hearts were pounding so violently it felt like the organ would punch straight through their soft, heaving chests.

Daniel’s casual, almost bored voice cut through their daze like a thick cock splitting a tight hole.

"You all have one minute to think about the offer. Then I’ll leave. I can have as many dripping bitches as I want. No need to waste more time than necessary."

Yes.

He was rich.

Filthy, disgustingly rich.

If not their tight little pussies... then someone else’s.

Every cunt was the same in the end — warm, wet, and made to be stretched — and the world was overflowing with good-looking, sexy women who would line up naked just for the chance. With the kind of money he threw around in seconds, rivers of dripping pussy juice would form just for the privilege of getting railed, stretched, and permanently owned by him.

[Ding]

[Rebate of 10x has been Initiated]

[4,000,000 Credits has been deposited into your account]

[Rebate of 10x has been Initiated]

[5,000,000 Credits has been deposited into your account]

Because his phone was still out and unlocked, the massive deposit notifications flashed brightly across the screen for everyone to see.

BEEP BEEP

Every pair of eyes in the washroom widened to their absolute, painful limit. Breath locked solid in every throat. Fresh, thick cunt juice audibly dripped onto the tiled floor.

THUD—!

One of the girls’ knees gave out completely.

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