[An Extra’s Guide to a Harem System]
Host: Joseph
Status: Alive (Temporary)
[System Functions Available]
Quest Log: Active quests and objectives
Companion Registry: Bonded companions and their stats
Skill Tree: Available and locked skills
We had arrived in Haremdale City two nights ago and were currently staying at an inn called the Crooked Lane. I hadn’t paid a cent because I had no money, and I was travelling with two rich young women.
It was nighttime, and I sat in my room staring at my status screen, just as I had been doing for the past two days. The system still flagged me as Alive (Temporary), which probably meant the narrative still wanted me dead.
But that was a bridge I would cross when I got to it. My heart was at ease knowing there was quite a distance between me and Ren.
That man was the biggest threat to my life, an even greater threat than the narrative itself. If there was one thing I knew about characters like Ren, who were used to having everything handed to them on a silver platter, it was that they despised competition.
And I was more than just competition. To him, I was an NPC who had somehow managed to outshine the hero in his own game and even take his prize, Clara, away from him.
I was ninety-nine percent sure that Ren was fuming wherever he was. But that wasn’t my immediate problem.
I looked back at the status screen and mentally selected Quest Log: Active quests and objectives.
[Active Quest]
Primary Objective: Survive.
Description: Your vessel is fated to die. Avoid death.
Reward: Host gets to live.
Failure: Permanent Death.
Difficulty: A (For now.)
The difficulty had dropped from S to A, which was supposed to be a good thing. However, the moment I noticed the words (For now), I tensed up again.
Apart from the primary objective, there were no other quests available. That meant it was back to investigating the Thorn Collective, and this time, we’d basically be going in blind.
Since I had taken the hero’s first harem member, the narrative would probably try to correct that deviation before the story could move forward. Which meant I had to seal the deal with Clara as soon as possible.
I pulled up the companion registry.
[Companion Registry]
Companion: Clara Dale
Bond Type: Trust (Level Up >>>>> 5). 50/50 chance of agreeing to a relationship with host.
Companion Ability: Clara’s Insight
Description: Clara can sense when Joseph is in danger within 50 meters.
Looking at the companion registry, I smiled. I had made progress with Clara, but a fifty-fifty chance wasn’t good enough. It meant that one silly mistake could make everything fall apart.
That would have been the case if the narrative hadn’t practically handed Maren to me on a silver platter. She was going to be my key to cracking her sister. Pun intended.
Ever since our kiss back at the inn, I had done exactly what I said I would. I acted as though nothing had happened and even built an invisible wall between us.
The old me would have felt terrible for treating a woman that way, but the new me couldn’t care less. I was the author, after all, so of course this whole world and its people were destined to be my playground.
There was just one problem. If only there were a way to add Maren to the companion registry.
A light knock came from my door. I pushed those thoughts aside and went to open it.
The moment the door opened, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
It was Maren.
She stood in the doorway wearing her nightgown, staring at me with her lighter blue eyes. Her face was flushed a deep shade of pink, and she looked visibly nervous.
"Joe, won’t you let me in?" Her voice was soft, yet firm, her lighter blue eye searching mine.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that." I stepped aside, allowing her to enter. Her nightgown rustled as she walked past me, the fabric lifting slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her pale thighs. A faint blush appeared on her face as she caught me looking.
She sat down on the bed, patting the space beside her. "Come sit next to me, Joe. Let’s talk."
I hesitated, standing by the door. "I’m fine here, Maren."
She threw me a look, her eyebrow raised. I laughed awkwardly, running a hand through my hair. "Well, on second thoughts, there’s no harm in sitting down, I guess." I walked over and sat down, leaving a respectable distance between us.
Maren turned to face me, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire. "I missed you, Joe. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss."
I looked away, my heart pounding in my chest. "Me too, Maren. It’s just... I’m confused. I’m not used to feeling like this."
She reached out, placing a hand on my arm. "It’s okay to feel confused, Joe. It’s okay to not have all the answers." Her voice was soft, her thumb tracing circles on my arm.
I was not confused at all.
Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me. I acted surprised at first, but I soon found myself kissing her back, my body responding to her touch. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat from her body through her nightgown.
Maren’s breath hitched as our kiss deepened, her moans filling the room, a symphony of desire that echoed in my ears. Her hands roamed my body, her touch igniting a fire within me. I could feel her heart pounding against her chest, matching the rhythm of my own.
She pulled away slightly, her eyes glazed with lust. "Joe," she whispered, "I’ve never... I mean, I’m a virgin."
A slow smile spread across my face. "It’s okay, Maren. We’ll take it slow." I leaned in, capturing her lips once more, my hands exploring her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts.
She gasped as I cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening against my palms. I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I trailed my lips down her neck, my hands pushing her nightgown up, revealing her smooth skin.
She whimpered as I reached the hem of her nightgown, her body tensing in anticipation. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting. "Is this okay?" I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her undergarments, slowly pulling them down. She lifted her hips, helping me remove the last barrier between us.
I took a moment to appreciate her, her body flushed with desire, her legs slightly parted, revealing her glistening center. I could feel my tool straining against my pants, eager for release. But I wanted to take my time, to explore every inch of her.
I started at her ankles, my lips trailing kisses up her legs, feeling her muscles tense and relax under my touch. I could feel her body trembling as I reached her inner thighs, her breath coming in short gasps. I could smell her arousal, a sweet, intoxicating scent that made my mouth water.
I looked up at her, our eyes meeting once more. "You’re so tight, Maren," I whispered, my voice laced with desire. "I can’t wait to taste you."
She moaned as my tongue found her center, her hips bucking slightly. I placed my hands on her thighs, holding her in place as I explored her with my mouth. She was sweet, her taste exploding on my tongue.
I could feel her body tensing, her quiet moans growing louder as I brought her closer to the edge. I could feel her legs trembling, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Joe," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m... I’m going to..."
I didn’t let up, my tongue continuing its assault on her center. I could feel her body convulsing, her moans filling the room as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
She collapsed back onto the bed, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I looked up at her, a smug smile on my face. "You taste amazing, Maren," I said, my voice laced with desire.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a newfound confidence. She sat up, her hands reaching for my pants. "My turn," she said, her voice husky with desire.
I lifted my hips, helping her remove my pants. My tool sprang free, hard and ready. She looked at it, her eyes wide with wonder. She reached out, her hand wrapping around my shaft, her thumb tracing the vein that ran along the length.
I groaned as she started to stroke me, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. I could feel my body tensing, my orgasm building. I looked down at her, her head bent over my cock, her lips wrapped around the tip.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire as she took me deeper into her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat, her tongue swirling around the tip.
I could feel my body tensing, my orgasm building. I reached down, my hand tangling in her hair as I guided her movements. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending me over the edge.
I came with a groan, my body convulsing as I filled her mouth with what could have been my kids. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving mine. I collapsed back onto the bed, my body spent, my breath coming in short gasps.
She climbed onto my lap, her body straddling mine. She leaned down, her lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, a reminder of what we had just shared.
She ground her hips against mine, her body still hungry for more. I could feel my cock stirring, ready for another round of foul play. I smiled up at her, my hands reaching for her breasts.
She moaned softly, her legs wrapping around my waist. I could feel her breath hitch as I deepened the kiss, my hands exploring her body. She pulled away slightly, her eyes filled with desire. "Joe," she whispered, "I want you. I want us."
I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Maren, I... I want you too. But not here. Not like this." I wanted to take my time with her, to explore every inch of her body, to make her feel things she had never felt before. To make her obsessed with this dih.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then where, Joe? When?"
I grinned, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Soon, Maren. Very soon." I leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
Then I heard the system chime.
[ Companion Bond Available ]
Target: Maren Dale Confirm bond? Yes / No
Warning: This Companion bond falls out of the script’s narrative.
I grinned. Now, that was more like it. A companion bond formed purely through my own efforts, not one forced on me by the system. I had killed two birds with one stone. I got to cum, and I had also accidentally solved one of my problems.
Kudos to this author!!!