My Harem Life in Another World

The Western Capital stood surrounded by white walls, pristine under the blood-red sky that never faded, believing itself untouchable while the world moaned under the Tyrant's vines. Its priests preached purity, its knights paraded in silver, and its people slept in ignorance, their soft bodies untouched by the warm corruption creeping closer each hour.

They did not see the black wings that drifted above the clouds, the glyph-marked Seedlings hovering in silence, golden and red eyes scanning the towers and gates. They did not hear the soft, wet moans carried on the warm breeze from the fallen cities.

And they did not see Kaori and Nyxa, cloaked in shadow, stepping through a hidden crack in the western wall, vines parting to let them pass as they entered the city of the untainted.

Kaori pressed against a cold alley wall, her blue eyes shimmering with heat, breasts pressing against her black robes, nipples hardened and leaking softly from the weight of her excitement. Her folds pulsed beneath her clothes, dripping faintly onto her thighs as she whispered:

"Mmm… Kaito-sama… they're so clean… so unaware… it makes me wet just looking at them…"

Nyxa stood beside her, violet eyes sharp but trembling, her tongue running across her lips as her folds leaked quietly, soaking the thin cloth between her legs.

"You'll get to taste them all, Kaori," Nyxa smirked, pressing her hand between her thighs, "When they're screaming his name, leaking, begging him to take them, that's when they'll truly be beautiful."

They moved through the capital, past young wives laughing in the streets, their skirts swaying, breasts bouncing softly with each step. Past bathhouses where daughters and mothers washed each other, giggling as water dripped down flushed skin, unaware of the eyes watching them from the dark.

"Ah… look at her," Kaori whispered, pointing at a young wife hanging laundry, sweat rolling down her neck, breasts pressing against her blouse, nipples hard in the cool breeze.

"Please… let me taste her, Nyxa…" Kaori begged, her folds leaking, dripping onto the cobblestone, her thighs pressing together as she moaned softly.

Nyxa grabbed Kaori's hair, pulling her close, whispering into her ear:

"Later. We will take them all for Kaito-sama. Every one of these soft, clean women will be on their knees, folds dripping, begging to be corrupted."

Kaori shuddered, her body trembling as she climaxed softly, folds squirting a small wet stream onto the stone, her eyes rolling back as she whimpered:

"Ah… Kaito-sama… please… please watch me…"

In the grand bathhouse, women soaked in the hot pools, steam rising around them as they laughed and washed, unaware as Kaori slipped inside, glyphs crawling across her skin under her black robes.

A young maiden with soft pink hair poured water over her chest, her small breasts glistening, nipples peeking above the water as she giggled with her friends.

Kaori stepped closer, her blue eyes glowing, her voice soft as she whispered:

"You're so beautiful… I can't wait to watch you beg."

The maiden turned, startled, but before she could scream, vines burst from the water, wrapping around her wrists, lifting her as her legs spread, folds exposed above the steaming pool, dripping water and a faint, clear stream of fear.

"Wh-what is this… ah… no… please… help…" she sobbed, her eyes wide as the vines pressed against her folds, teasing, stroking.

Kaori pressed a finger against the maiden's lips, silencing her.

"Shhh… it will feel good. You will serve the Tyrant, and you will love it."

"Please… ah… I don't… ah… please… no… it feels… ah…" the maiden whimpered as the vines slid between her folds, pressing against her clit, forcing a wet squelch as she squirted suddenly, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure tore through her.

In the shadows, Nyxa watched as more vines burst from the pools, wrapping around trembling women, pulling robes aside, exposing breasts that leaked milk as the glyphs began to crawl onto their skin.

"Good girls…" Nyxa purred, sliding her hand down to her folds, spreading them with two fingers, watching as the women came over and over, folds leaking, milk spraying onto the water, eyes rolling back as they screamed.

"Ah… ah… I'm… cumming… ah… Tyrant… please… too much… ah… I'm leaking…"

"It's too deep… I can't… ah… ah… breed me… please… Kaito-sama…"

Their voices echoed in the bathhouse, mixing with the wet sounds of vines squelching between folds, milk spraying in soft streams, and the cries of women as their bodies betrayed them, pleasure drowning them in warm, endless corruption.

Outside, the Seedlings began to descend, wings folding as they landed in the city streets, moving silently toward homes and alleys, glowing eyes fixed on the women who would become the next to moan and beg under the Tyrant's name.

And above it all, Kaito stood on a tower outside the city, golden eyes burning, a smirk on his lips as he felt every moan, every squirt, every cry of "Tyrant… please…" as the corruption of the Western Capital began.

The sky above the Western Capital had turned the color of clotted wine, clouds pulsing with black lightning, soft thunder vibrating through the walls of every home and bathhouse. Inside, wives and daughters tried to sleep, unaware of the black wings drifting outside their windows, of glyph-marked eyes glowing in the alleys, and the vines pulsing under the cobblestones, waiting for their moment.

In a noble villa, a young wife with long black hair knelt by the window, brushing her hair as she glanced at the warm lights in the streets below. Her thin white nightgown clung to her body, nipples stiff beneath the fabric, folds damp from the summer heat. She shifted uncomfortably, thighs pressing together, unaware that a Seedling watched her from the shadows, wings folding silently as it stepped inside.

She turned, eyes widening, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

"Who… who are you…" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The Seedling stepped closer, its golden eyes lowering to her breasts as its glyph-marked hand reached out, pressing against her chest, feeling the hard peak of her nipple through the thin fabric.

"Ah… d-don't… it's… it's not proper…" she stammered, her cheeks flushing, folds pulsing as she backed into the wall.

The Seedling's tongue flicked out, licking her nipple through the cloth, soaking it until the fabric turned transparent, showing the stiff pink nub beneath.

"Ah… ah… no… no, please…" she whimpered as her body betrayed her, milk beading at her nipple, dripping down the fabric.

The Seedling latched on, sucking roughly, the wet sounds echoing in the silent room.

"Ah… ah… oh gods… I… why does it feel… so good… ah…" she cried, her folds leaking, dripping onto the floor as she came, a small, clear stream escaping her as her legs trembled.

"Please… stop… I'm… I'm cumming… I'm cumming again… ah…" she moaned, milk spraying from her nipple as her body shuddered, the glyphs burning softly into her skin as the Seedling fed.

In the public bathhouse, Kaori walked naked among the steam, glyphs glowing across her hips and breasts, milk dripping from her nipples as she stepped between women bathing, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Kaori smirked, pressing her wet body against a trembling maiden, her hand sliding between the girl's thighs, spreading her folds with two fingers.

"Mmm, you're dripping already… are you scared, or do you want it?" Kaori whispered into her ear.

"Ah… n-no… please… don't… don't touch there… ah…" the maiden whimpered, her legs shaking, folds leaking onto Kaori's fingers as the warm water lapped against them.

Kaori leaned in, licking the girl's earlobe as she pushed her fingers deeper, forcing the girl to arch, a small squirt of clear fluid splashing into the water.

"Ah… ah… no… I'm… I'm leaking… please… ah…" the maiden sobbed, her eyes rolling back as Kaori's thumb rubbed her clit, her body spasming in pleasure.

"Good girl… let it out… let the Tyrant's vines taste your sweetness…" Kaori whispered, biting the girl's neck as the maiden came again, folds gushing onto Kaori's hand.

Around them, other women moaned as vines wrapped around their thighs, lifting them as Seedlings latched onto breasts, suckling roughly, milk spraying in thin streams as their cries mixed with the wet sounds of tongues sliding over folds, fingers pressing deep, and warm fluids dripping into the water.

"Tyrant… ah… it's too much… I can't stop cumming…"

"Please… oh gods… ah… I'm leaking… I'm leaking again…"

"Breed me… please… ah… take me… take everything…"

Outside in the grand plaza, Nyxa stood naked beneath the moon, her violet eyes glowing as she spread her thighs, folds dripping onto the black vines coiling around her legs, breasts bouncing as she moaned.

"Kaito-sama… can you hear them? They're begging for you already… leaking… cumming for you… ah…" she whispered, pressing two fingers into her folds, thrusting as she watched the Seedlings descend on the city.

The air was filled with soft moans, cries, and the wet squelch of folds leaking as women across the capital surrendered to the vines and the Seedlings, their milk and fluids soaking into the roots that spread corruption under every home.

And on the outskirts, standing on a tower, Kaito felt every moan, every squirt, every trembling cry of "Tyrant… please…", a smirk curling his lips as black glyphs spiraled around his fingers.

"Yes… let them leak for me," Kaito whispered, his golden eyes burning as the corruption of the Western Capital accelerated under the heavy red sky.

The Western Capital's gates shattered with a wet, echoing crack as vines burst through, black tendrils splitting the stone, sliding across the streets like serpents hunting warmth. Women screamed, but it was not fear alone—cries turned to moans as vines brushed against trembling thighs, skirts lifting, folds leaking as warm, thick corruption crawled across soft skin.

Above, Kaito descended, vines carrying him down as his black cloak spread like wings, golden eyes burning as he stepped onto the soaked cobblestones. The vines curled around his ankles like pets, pulsing with heat, the air heavy with the scent of milk, sweat, and folds leaking in anticipation.

The women of the capital saw him: the Tyrant, black glyphs shifting across his arms, the air itself vibrating with power as every fold in the city pulsed, leaking, as if their bodies themselves called for him.

"Tyrant… ah… he's here…"

"No… no, please… ah… it's too warm…"

"It's leaking… I'm leaking again… ah…"

Kaori, naked and dripping, approached him, her blue eyes dazed with heat, folds glistening as she pressed her breasts against his chest, milk smearing across his black cloak.

"Kaito-sama… they're ready… they're leaking… begging… listen to them…" Kaori moaned, her hips grinding softly against him, her folds squirting faintly as her eyes rolled back.

Nyxa landed beside them, violet eyes burning as she knelt, spreading her thighs, folds leaking onto the black marble as she smirked.

"They're yours, Tyrant… every trembling bitch in this city is yours…" Nyxa purred, her fingers sliding between her folds, squelching wetly as she showed him the dripping nectar pooling in her palm.

Celestia and Ayame stepped forward, their breasts heavy, nipples leaking, glyphs burning across their hips as they knelt at his feet.

"Tyrant… please… please claim us again…" Celestia whispered, her emerald eyes trembling as milk dripped onto the vines beneath her.

"Kaito-sama… I can't stop leaking… I'm aching… please… fill me…" Ayame whimpered, folds dripping onto the floor as her thighs quivered.

Kaito raised his hand, black lightning coiling around his fingers as vines shot out, wrapping around the four of them, lifting them into the air, spreading their thighs wide as their folds were displayed before the entire plaza, leaking streams that dripped onto the vines below.

"Ah… ah… Kaito-sama… they're watching… I'm leaking in front of everyone… ah…" Kaori sobbed, her hips jerking as clear fluid squirted from her folds.

"Breed me… please… I don't care if they're watching… fill me… ah…" Nyxa moaned, her eyes rolling back.

"Ah… so warm… it's too warm… ah…" Celestia gasped, milk spraying from her nipples in thin arcs.

"Please… please… I'm cumming… I'm cumming again… ah…" Ayame screamed as she squirted violently, her clear fluid spraying onto the vines as she trembled.

Women across the city fell to their knees, clutching their breasts, their folds leaking uncontrollably as the vines inside their homes pulsed in rhythm with Kaito's power. The Seedlings fed, suckling roughly from swollen nipples, warm milk filling their mouths as the women moaned:

"Tyrant… ah… take me… take everything…"

"It's too deep… please… ah… breed me…"

"I'm leaking… it won't stop… I'm cumming… I'm cumming…"

The air was thick with the scent of warm milk and folds leaking, the city alive with the wet sounds of fluids dripping onto marble, the cries of women surrendering, the soft slap of vines teasing folds open as the ritual began.

At the heart of the plaza, Kaito lowered the four onto an altar of black vines, spreading their thighs wide, glyphs burning brighter across their bellies as he placed his hand over their wombs.

"This city is mine," Kaito said softly.

Their bodies arched, folds squirting in unison as they screamed, the glyphs flashing across their bellies and breasts.

> "AH… AH… KAITO-SAMA… I'M CUMMING… I'M CUMMING… AH…"

"TAKE IT… TAKE ALL OF ME… TYRANT…"

"AH… IT'S SO DEEP… AH…"

"FILL ME… BREED ME… I'M YOURS…"

Their fluids soaked the vines, the glyphs sealing onto their wombs as warm corruption poured into them, tying them to Kaito's power as vessels of the Tyrant's will.

Across the city, women collapsed, folds leaking, breasts dripping, glyphs burning into their skin as they moaned, their voices becoming a chorus under the red sky, whispering:

"Tyrant…"

"Tyrant…"

"Tyrant…"