Harem Tournament of Champions

Laying on his back, all fourteen ladies slept on his naked body.

His chest heaved slightly as he took a glance at all of them, a grin plastered on his face.

[Lustful experience: 35/20000]

[Fetish: 4/20]

Hisha's eyes rolled at the figure that was displayed in front of him.

'HTC do you derive joy in my misery?'

[There are some special cases where I would]

HTC put up a smirking emoji.

[This sort of situation is a lustful example of your lack of quick action]

'It is not sensible to have that in a short period! What did the original host have, centuries?'

[A year]

Hisha's eyes bulged at the information, in disbelief at what was told.

'That's... That's more than fifty ladies in a day!'

[Wrong it wasn't about the ladies but rather the experience, did you read the stats clearly?!]

[Lustful experience: 35/20000]

[Fetish: 4/20]

Hisha stared for a couple of seconds, with the information sinking in deeply, he gawked at the experience he needed to achieve.

[It was merely 57-60 lustful engagements he had a day]

'Merely...' Hisha's mood dropped even further in contrast with his.

He had merely engaged a total of thirty-five times and those weren't in a day.

Hei pressed her breasts on his side, adjusting her sleeping posture, and letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Hisha's body stiffened before he relaxed the moment the rest also adjusted to be more comfortable in their positions.

[He had thrown most of his responsibilities to Kritz or his tribal chiefs]

'So I could have done that instead?' Hisha contemplated the thought but was quick to dispel it.

If he had walked down the same path as the original host, he wouldn't have achieved what he had done in the span of the first few months of his stay in Kurg.

The tribal chiefs were bound to still treat him like an airhead that could be manipulated with deceptive sweet talks or praises.

[If you choose to go with your lustful callings, I have no issue with it. I am but your desire system after all]

'Still a crazy amount of sex within a day.' Hisha scoffed.

[...]

He had better plans ahead for himself and the mystery that surrounded him. He had taken a vow not to be as nonchalant as the original host.

Sigh!

'What did he do within the previous years before falling into deprivation?'

[A search for Dalsa, up until he gave up and confined himself within his citadel and nulled himself in the world of pleasure that was before the tournament]

'A whole year of sex before thinking of wanting to settle with just a few... smart!' Hisha commented with his words laced with sarcasm.

His eyes bulged at what he had just heard meant–a couple of centuries to search for Dalsa?!

'Is it that difficult to search for her?' Hisha's sweat dropped, losing faith in his ability to surpass that time frame and get any positive result.

[Unlike him, you have an added advantage]

'What's that?' Hisha raised a brow, almost certain he could guess what HTC would say.

[Me]

HTC put up wiggling brows on the screen to show how confident it was in its ability.

'Self-centered system!' Hisha scoffed and let out a little chuckle.

When he felt a hand spread on his chest, it dawned on him that he was still among fourteen ladies.

If he could gauge his achievements, he would be confident enough to say he made much more progress than the centuries used to search for Dalsa.

'All I need is to gain up to 70% memory recovery, then your sealed lips would be opened?'

[I don't have lips]

HTC deadpanned.

'You know what I mean, goddamnit.'

[It was fun to get your reaction]

HTC snickered with a devil emoji.

Narrowing his eyes at the ceiling, Hisha had a growing smirk. 'I will surpass him eventually.'

*****

In Mertac,

"Hik," Mich called out with a frown, walking down the hallway that led to where Kenna was kept.

Sprinting in chase of a fast-paced Merchief, Hik regulated his speed and walked side by side with Mich.

"We still don't have a word on the masked merfolks." He explained.

Skeptical about his words, he grimaced at the possible reaction of his friend.

Pushing the door in front of him, Mich kicked on the first furniture in sight.

There was a scream from some of the mermaids that resided to be for his entertainment and pleasure.

Mich glared at them, "get... out!"

Crawling down from their bed, they sprinted out without a word.

Picking up a chair, Mich raised and brought it down with great rage.

Crash!

Clank!

Picking the second chair, he threw it on the wood pile on the floor.

Crash!

His chest heaved angrily as he stared at the broken wooden pieces.

Looking over his shoulder, he forced a smile. "I feel slightly better."

'You aren't.' Hik corrected, taking a few steps back.

Hik stared at the broken chair and nodded his head even though he couldn't understand what had prompted such a reaction.

With his shoulders drooped, he placed his hand on a pillar, clutching to his chest. "Do you know the true reason for the need for that pearl?"

Hik stared at the floor, there was no need to guess if Mich made an emphasis on the 'true reason' that had negated any thoughts he might have towards the reason.

"No, Mich."

Turning around, he closed the gap between them by pulling Hik's silver necklace.

"I will not let Kenna leave me in this struggle!" He barked with a hint of uncertainty.

Ever since he had failed to save Kenna from her fate, he had gotten a way to redeem himself.

"What does Kenna have to do with –"

Hik paused, seeing the blazing zeal in Mich's eyes.

"You still love her..." He whispered in disbelief at his Merchief.

Letting go of Hik, Mich dug his hand through his hair, sniffling and wiping down his face.

Snnf!

He stared at the wall, punching numerous times to console himself.

"I wanted to rejuvenate her youthful appearance." He admitted.

He had always been in denial of his main motive when it came to Kenna, but his resolve had been slowly crumbling after visiting her hut.

Although Hik had stood in awkward silence as he processed the revelation. He furrowed his brows as he prepared to ask the very question that had managed to bottle up until currently.

"Frich..."

Mich hissed at the reminder, his mood darkened in preparation for the question to be asked.

"You had connived to have your brother killed." Hik laid out his theory, getting the answers he needed from Mich's demeanor.

"How does that relate to what I said?!" Mich hissed, taking a few steps forward, forcing Hik to take an equal step back.

"You needed your brother out of the way so you could get the pearl in your possession and have control of what you needed to use it for."

Mich took three steps back, his eyes widened in shock at how easy it was to deduce.

"You had made mention of wanting to return her youth, you could only do that when you were in line to be the next Merchief with blue blood."

Mich let out a little chuckle, "you know that's why you are with me. You think wider and even more than me on some occasions."

"I would track down those who deserve what's coming for them."

'I'm just glad that bitch is dead! All I need is my freaking pearl!!!' He thought as he clenched his fist.

Walking out of the room, he stared at the coral tag on the door. "That was a mistake I won't allow to happen once more."

The guards stationed at the door bowed their heads, sharing a knowing look and walking away.

Click!

Mich slowly made his way to Kenna's bedside, sitting on a wooden stool and staring down at her sleeping figure.

Hik stood out, closing the door in front of him to give them the needed privacy to bond.

Mich had a smile at the gesture and turned his attention to Kenna, feeling her hands, he rubbed her wrinkling fingers with a sad smile.

'I am sorry I couldn't help in any way.' He let out a sigh, leaning downwards and feeling her hands on his cheeks.

Feeling her breathing fan him just a bit, he suddenly felt the urge to kiss her on the lips.

'You can't, she's not yours–yet and unconscious.'

Not going along with his protesting thoughts, he leaned in to fulfill his desire. 'It's just a peck on the cheek, that should be excusable.'

"Don't even think about it!"

*****

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