NOVEL WEB Chapter 341: Harem?
His hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before his fingers lightly trailed along the curve of her ass and up her back. Her skin was warm and smooth under his touch, and he shivered at the intimate contact.
Emberly stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shifted onto her back.
Pyris froze. His breath caught as her body turned, revealing the full glory of her toned stomach and the generous curve of her breasts rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
His mouth went dry, the urge to lower his lips to her skin—just one taste—almost overwhelming. His body screamed at him to indulge, to press his mouth to her soft flesh and lose himself once again.
"No," he whispered to himself, shaking his head as if to banish the thought. Pyris quickly straightened, dragging his gaze away with great effort.
He stepped back, hurriedly dressing in silence. Without another glance, he teleported away, leaving the tempting vision of Emberly behind as the lingering warmth of her body remained etched in his mind.
Pyris stepped into his room and quickly threw on a plain black shirt and some joggers, ruffling his hair with his fingers to at least look semi-presentable. He sighed, glancing at his reflection in the mirror.
"Alright, time to see what fresh chaos awaits," he muttered under his breath before making his way downstairs.
The moment he descended into the living room, he was hit with a wave of loud music, laughter, and the faint aroma of wine. The scene before him looked like a chaotic sleepover from an alternate universe. Women everywhere. Alexa and Alera were in the middle of the room, dancing like they didn't have a care in the world, wine glasses in hand.
Emilia and Aurelia were laughing on the couch, practically spilling their drinks, while Suzie and Julienne were trying to convince Madeline to join the impromptu dance party.
Nysa, Zara, Astrid, and his teacher, though, were a different vibe. They were seated at the far side of the room, sipping their wine with an air of calmness, their occasional chuckles showing they were enjoying the spectacle as much as the rest. Rose sat beside them, doing her best to look dignified but occasionally glancing at the dancers like she wanted to join.
"Pyris!" Alexa's voice cut through the chaos like a beacon. She and Alera spun toward him, their faces lighting up. "Get over here!"
Before he could process what was happening, they grabbed his arms, dragging him into the center of the room. "You're late!" Alera pouted dramatically, shoving a glass of wine into his hand.
"Late to what?" Pyris asked, looking around at the madness. "This looks like a very illegal sorority party."
"It's girls' night, duh," Emilia chimed in, tossing her hair back with a smirk. "You just happen to be the one guy we decided to allow."
"Lucky me," Pyris muttered, sipping his wine. He raised an eyebrow at Alexa, who was twirling like she was auditioning for Dancing with the Stars. "This normal behavior for you?"
"Absolutely," she shot back, winking. "Now, sit down and stop being such a buzzkill."
Astrid, sitting on the couch with Zara, lifted her glass toward Pyris. "Where's your mother? Did she finally run out of energy to terrorize us all?"
Pyris smirked. "She's sleeping. Long day of plotting world domination, I guess."
"Sounds about right," Zara replied, taking a sip of her wine.
"Eh, who cares about her right now?" Emilia interrupted, swirling her glass. "Pyris, you're here now, and we've got wine and music. That's all that matters."
Madeline rolled her eyes from her spot on the couch. "And by 'music,' you mean this... whatever this is." She gestured to the speaker blasting a bass-heavy remix that felt like it was shaking the entire house.
"Don't be such a prude, Maddie!" Julienne laughed, nudging her with her elbow.
"Yeah, Maddie," Suzie added with a playful grin. "Loosen up! Look at Alexa, she's living her best life."
The girls burst into laughter as Alexa attempted an overly dramatic belly dance, stumbling a little as her wine glass threatened to spill. Pyris shook his head, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You guys are insane." But he was glad that they were comfortable with each other, Madeline and Suzie were now feeling more comfortable and at home.
"Correction: we're fun," Alera chimed in, dragging him closer to the center. "Now, either you join the dance floor, or you sit there and look pretty while we entertain you."
Pyris raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll just sit here and let you all embarrass yourselves." He plopped onto the couch next to Zara and Nysa, who were both watching the chaos unfold with quiet amusement.
Zara smirked at him. "You're handling this better than I thought. Surrounded by all this estrogen and still keeping your cool?"
"Barely," Pyris quipped, taking another sip of his wine. "Though I can't lie—it's a little entertaining."
Astrid leaned back, chuckling softly. "This reminds me of when we used to have royal banquets, but way less formal and way more... insane."
"I think it's charming," Nysa chimed in, her calm voice contrasting with the chaos around them. "There's something refreshing about this kind of uninhibited energy."
Pyris glanced at the dancers, now attempting some synchronized moves that were definitely not synchronized. He couldn't help but laugh. "Charming is one word for it."
Meanwhile, Alexa and Emilia grabbed Suzie and dragged her into the mix, much to her protest. "I don't dance!" Suzie complained, though her half-smile betrayed her.
"You do now!" Alexa declared, spinning her around.
The room erupted into laughter again, and Pyris leaned back into the couch, shaking his head. "This is going to be a long night."
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The chaos in the room didn't show any signs of dying down, but there was a subtle shift in the air—a current of energy that Pyris couldn't ignore. As Alexa plopped herself onto the couch beside him, a little too close for it to be casual, he caught the faintest glimmer of something mischievous in her silver eyes.
"Pyris," she began, leaning just enough for her shoulder to brush his. "You've been awfully quiet. Don't tell me we're too much for you?" Her tone was playful, but there was a teasing edge that made him raise an eyebrow.
"I think it's more that I'm trying to survive this madness," Pyris replied, smirking as he swirled the wine in his glass. "But if you're offering to rescue me, feel free."
Alexa's lips curled into a sly smile. "Who said anything about rescuing you? Maybe I just want to see how far you can keep that cool facade of yours."
Across the room, Alera, who'd clearly been watching the exchange, slid over with her own glass of wine.
She draped herself casually on the armrest beside him, her golden eyes sparkling with mirth. "Alexa, don't hog him all to yourself," she teased, her voice low and honeyed. "You know we all missed him equally."
Emilia, never one to be left out, sauntered over with a playful flick of her hair. "Missed him? That's putting it lightly." She perched on the other side of the couch, her arm draping over the back, her fingers brushing against his shoulder. "We were practically counting the seconds for him to get back."
Pyris chuckled nervously, feeling the heat rise in the room. "You all are acting like I've been gone for years," he quipped, trying to keep his tone light. "It's been a couple of days."
Madeline, lounging nearby, arched an eyebrow and joined the growing circle around him. "Hours, days, what's the difference?" she said, her voice soft but teasing. "You know we can't go too long without you. And for me it's been weeks not days Mr."
Even Julienne, who had been trying to keep a low profile, found herself inching closer, her cheeks flushed as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Her gaze darted between the other women and Pyris before finally settling on him.
"They're not wrong," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the music.
The atmosphere grew thicker, a heady mix of laughter, teasing words, and unspoken tension. Alera leaned closer, her fingers brushing against his knee. "Come on, Pyris," she said, her tone light but her gaze intense. "Admit it. You missed us too."
Pyris met her gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Maybe a little," he said, his voice low, earning a soft laugh from Alexa.
As the music continued to thrum in the background, the group's playful banter edged closer to something more intimate. Zara and Astrid exchanged glances from their corner, Zara shaking her head with a knowing smile. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire
"Poor Pyris," Zara murmured, lifting her glass to her lips. "He doesn't stand a chance."
The party had gone on for hours, but the once lively atmosphere had settled into a quiet hum of exhaustion. Most of the women, wine-glazed and barely able to keep their eyes open, had sprawled across the couches or nestled into armchairs, their laughter replaced by soft murmurs and occasional giggles.
Pyris looked around the room, shaking his head with a fond smile. They hadn't even used their powers to sober up; they were all genuinely, thoroughly drunk.
With a sigh, he started the process of getting everyone to bed. One by one, he gently scooped them up, their bodies limp with sleep or swaying with drowsy contentment as he guided them to their rooms. Alexa leaned on him heavily, mumbling something incoherent about how he always smelled so nice.
He chuckled, tucking her into her bed before moving on to Alera, who muttered in protest about not wanting the night to end.
But Pyris was kidding himself if he thought the night was over, not when someone was waiting.