Infinite Harem System: I Grow Stronger From Every Female Lead

After the match was over, everyone went back to the dorms. There wasn't much in terms of classes to complete, so no one needed to stay on the school premises.

The people of the higher institution also left without saying a word to anyone.

It didn't take more than ten minutes for the arena to grow silent again, so much so that the sound of a nail dropping could be heard.

Arthur rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'Can't believe I have to see Ha-joon again.'

Immediately after they finished their match with Amelia's team, Cale suggested that they all meet up not only to discuss the match but maybe form a bond with each other, since their teamwork was good.

If not for wanting to get close to Naza, Eric, and Cale, Arthur doubted he would have gone.

Arthur, who was now the only person in the large hall, stood up from the seat he was sitting on and turned to leave.

There was a lot he needed to do, especially now that the higher institution had taken interest in them.

"Before I leave, I have to get that," he muttered under his breath, then stopped.

His gaze immediately snapped to the side of the net, the exact room that had served as the prep room.

"Is it a ghost?" he shrieked. "No way, right?"

But the sounds he heard were undoubtedly human and they oddly sounded like moaning.

He swallowed hard, activating the second form of his demonic dragon blood as glowing whitish runes appeared on his skin.

'God, no ghosts. Please.'

He took slow, cautious steps down the descending stairs, his hands raised on guard.

"Is anyone there?" he called out, clearly terrified. "Cheonyeo Gwishin? Jeoseung Saja?"

As soon as he opened the door, he raised his hand to activate a fire spell, only for a woman with pale skin, long, flowing white hair, and a white robe to fall onto him.

"Aahhhhhhh!!!!" he yelled, positioning his hand upward toward the figure. "Shibal!!!"

"Master..." the figure called out.

Arthur could immediately recognize the voice, but who's to say ghosts couldn't copy voices?

However the undeniable sound of panting that came from her made him withdraw his hand.

"Miss Eliya, is that you?" he asked, taking a cautious step back toward the door.

Eliya raised her head, allowing Arthur to see her face properly. He sighed. "Thank goodness."

He stared at his beautiful teacher. 'But what's she doing here?'

Eliya moved closer to him, dropping her hands on his shoulders and leaning in for a kiss. "Master..."

Arthur didn't pull away and just stood still till she pulled back.

The white-haired elf began panting and fell completely onto him, her body trembling with an intensity that Arthur could feel through her simple robes. "Master, I missed you so much."

Arthur's golden eyes narrowed with a mix of confusion and rising amusement as he gently pushed her back. "Eliya, what's gotten into you?"

"Master..." she whimpered, "I've been very naughty."

Her hands fumbled at the sash of her robe. It fell open, revealing her flimsy lingerie beneath.

The sight of the usually strict and elegant teacher, now reduced to such a state, was dizzying.

She stretched her hands to the side and picked up a coil of rough rope and a thick leather belt. Her hands, usually so steady, now shook as she held them out to him.

"Master, please," she begged, her voice thick with emotion, "punish me."

Arthur stared at the objects in her hands, then at her face. 'Has she lost it?'

The lady in front of him was completely unhinged. She was a teacher his teacher. Even if they had done things yesterday, it hadn't reached this point. Yet here she was, in a dark room, offering him a rope and a belt, begging for punishment.

But Arthur didn't know why it didn't sound that bad in his ears.

Actually, it was a bit exciting.

"I like it," he murmured, then shut his mouth with his palm. 'What are you even thinking, Arthur?'

But Eliya had already heard his words. She lowered her head in submission, her body shivering ever so slightly, as if his words had sent a shock through her.

He hesitated for a flicker of a second, then took the rope and the belt from her trembling hands, his fingers brushing hers. She gasped at the contact, her eyes fluttering shut.

Ding!

『 #Scenario 28: Dominate Eliya Vantress 』

『 Reward: Location of a much-needed relic 』

Arthur's gaze darkened. 'It isn't like I like it. It's just the system's fault for giving such a task.'

He shrugged internally. 'Can't reject a scenario anyway.'

He turned to her, his voice turning cold. "Eliya Vantress."

Her gaze snapped up at the sound of her name. "Yes, Master..." she stammered.

"How dare you scare me with your antics?"

Eliya fidgeted with her fingers. "I'm sorry, my lord."

"Let's change location," he commanded, his voice now a low, dominant purr.

He pulled her deeper into the room, where the last of the light from the door was swallowed by the shadows. Then, he pushed her against a wall, his body a formidable heat against hers.

"You've been naughty, my little elf," he said, lifting her chin.

"Very naughty, Master," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I haven't been able to think of anything but you. I've disobeyed you in my thoughts and dreams."

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "So punish this stupid and disobedient servant."

Arthur stared at the rope in his hands, then secured it around her wrists, tying them tightly behind her back.

Eliya, without being told, turned to face the wall, raising her tied up hand so he could pull them.

Her body was now completely at his mercy, her back arched, her hips thrust forward in a silent invitation.

His warm hand settled on her hip, his thumb stroking the soft skin just above the lace of her panties.

She moaned softly, her head hanging low. The shame and the desire were a heady mix. "Master, may I ask a request?"

Arthur almost spoke in his normal tone but quickly shifted, pressing her cheeks to force her mouth open. "And why should I listen to your request?"

Tears streaked down Eliya's cheeks. "I'm sorry, Master. Please, use the belt to flog me," she murmured, the words a breathless confession. "Make me understand your domineering power."

'This lady is really weird,' he thought, truly taken aback by her words.

But he couldn't help but feel aroused.

He stared at the leather belt, then whipped it through the air. The sound of the supple leather snapping was sharp and immediate, and Eliya flinched, a jolt of pure terror mixed with anticipation shooting through her.

"I've been a bad girl, Master," she whimpered, the words a practiced litany. "Please punish me, Master."

The first strike wasn't hard, but the sound of the leather against her bare skin was deafening in the silence. Her body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

"Kyaaa! Hnnn... Aaahh... Haah."

"Speak only when I give you permission," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion.

The second strike was harder, and the third harder still. A flush bloomed across her pale skin, a testament to his handiwork.

Each strike was a brand, a claim, a brutal reminder of her place. She cried out, a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"That's enough," he tossed the belt aside, and the soft clatter as it hit the floor was the only sound besides Eliya's ragged breathing.

He leaned in, his erect manhood pressing against her plump rear.

His hands moved to her panties, the delicate lace warming his fingers.

Arthur felt his mind go dizzy. It was too much.

He stared at the pure black lace of the sheer panties, which seemed like they'd been bought just for seduction, then ripped them away.

He pushed his shaft against her, the heat and hardness making her moan softly.

Her breathing turned ragged, her hips instinctively bucking to meet him. "Master," she said in a pleading tone.

He didn't answer. Instead, he began to trace the entrance to her core with his length, the slow, deliberate motion an exquisite form of torture. He could feel her quivering beneath him, her body on the verge of reaching her peak.

『 Your authority: God Pleasurer has been activated 』

"Are you ready to be a real slave, Eliya?" he whispered, his hot breath fanning her ear.

"Yes, Master," she sobbed, the tears streaming down her face a mix of pain, relief, and pure ecstasy. "I want to be Master's official slave."

With a powerful thrust, he entered her.

She screamed, a loud, primal sound that echoed in the small, dark room. He felt like a god to her now, and she wanted to be a helpless mortal caught in his storm.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with a savage, rhythmic power that shook her to her core.

"Haaahnn~ Master~"

She felt him reaching for something deep within her, a place she didn't know existed, a place that belonged only to him now.

He was a predator, and she was his willing prey, her body arching to meet his every thrust. Her legs trembled, her hands, still tied, strained against the rope, the friction a welcome distraction from the overwhelming sensations.

"You're so tight, my little elf," his voice came out as a low growl of satisfaction.

He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming faster, more furious.

Eliya felt her mind being consumed by the overwhelming sensations, yet she didn't want to stop.

"Ahng~ Haann… too good~ Hhn… Haaa…"

"Look at me," Arthur commanded. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Who do you serve?" he asked gently.

"Arthur!" she screamed, lost completely in the moment. "I only serve you, my Master!"

Her climax was a violent, shattering thing, her body trembling and shaking with the force of it.

She cried out his name again and again as her body went slack with pleasure.

She felt his own release, a warm, thick flood that filled her completely. His breath came in ragged gasps as he took in the sight of Eliya, completely ruined.

『 #Scenario 28 Status: Completed 』

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