Chapter Forty-Three: Becoming the Woman of the King of the Harem

Hao Ren found a quiet spot and slipped into the dimensional space.

The stark contrast in temperature nearly convinced him he’d wandered into the Sahara Desert by mistake.

What was with this overwhelming Hawaiian vibe?

Though there was no sun, the sky was a brilliant blue. The sea was crystal clear, utterly unclouded. There were seaside villas that defied description, even for someone with a science degree like Hao Ren, and white buildings floating in midair, reminiscent of sci-fi laboratories.

It all felt so out of place!

“Hey, Master! Perfect timing. Help us pick up some food!” Saya, sporting a fan-service bikini and her signature bun hairstyle, jogged over, her provocative curves swaying.

The other girls lounged under beach umbrellas or played by the water, but lacked refreshing drinks and fruit.

“Roger that.” Hao Ren saluted and hurried out for supplies.

An hour later, every little table beside the beach chairs was laden with food and drink.

Just as Hao Ren was about to change into swim trunks and enjoy himself with the girls, he received a call from the detestable class monitor.

Damn it, why is there cellphone signal in the dimensional space? This makes no sense!

Grumbling, Hao Ren straightened his clothes, preparing to leave.

“Master, let me come with you.” Saeko, dressed in shorts and a tube top barely covering her chest and hips, hugged Hao Ren’s arm.

It was a rare chance to be alone—she wouldn’t let it slip. Glancing at the girls playing in the distance, Saeko tried to sneak away.

Unable to resist temptation, Hao Ren’s mind raced, and he was about to agree.

“Hey, you, trying to sneak off! Let go of that boy!” Nemesis and the others spotted them.

Led by Nemesis, several girls grabbed Saeko and subjected her to the “sunscreen punishment.”

“No, not there—please, spare me!” Pinned to a beach chair, her swimsuit forcibly pulled off, Saeko was slathered in sunscreen until she gleamed, pleading nonstop.

Hao Ren was now in a state of excited arousal.

“Master, shall we mate?” Princess Long embraced Hao Ren from behind, and he felt a pronounced softness pressing against his back.

When a girl asks if you want to go for it, what would you choose?

Naturally, all instincts break loose!

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Unfortunately, plenty of people disapproved.

A flying beach volleyball struck Hao Ren right on the temple. Held tightly by Princess Long, he couldn’t deflect it, and promptly fainted.

Hao Ren seemed destined for frequent, intimate encounters with round objects.

Perhaps it was a matter of like attracting like?

“H~” Xiao An, in a black bikini, performed a thunderous throw.

“Even unconscious, Master is still quite spirited below,” Princess Long said, reaching for Hao Ren’s erect member and pulling off his only covering.

Wasn’t this girl supposed to be shy? Why so brazen with nudity and seduction?

In Shirley’s mind, all the girls here were Hao Ren’s spouses, with herself as the primary wife, so she had no qualms about exposing her body among them. Imagine, for someone who’d been naked for decades, wearing clothes felt awkward—she’d need time to adjust.

Besides, the more spouses Hao Ren had, the greater his power, following the logic of social animals in nature.

As for why the urge to mate was so intense? Simple: to establish facts, consolidate status, and fulfill the dragon’s instincts.

Dragons are inherently lustful—be they Eastern or Western.

She wanted to be the woman of the Dragon King! (Careful with punctuation—our language is vast and nuanced.)

Still, as always, many couldn’t stand it.

“You shameless woman, what are you doing!?” The girls, sensing the discord, were up in arms; Xiao An and the others flew over, powers blazing.

With Shirley’s attributes overpowering the others, and some being non-combatants, it was now a 7 vs 1 showdown.

“Haha~ I understand, to gain rightful mating privileges, you have to fight for it!” Princess Long’s thought process was certainly not mortal.

Come! Let’s battle!

Unconscious, Hao Ren missed this fight for favor (or did he?).

When he finally awoke, half an hour had passed.

Hao Ren, holding Black Cat, looked at the eight girls seated before him, the ruined beach, and the smoke-filled villa.

Unable to freely use skills that consumed LP points, environmental damage hadn’t worsened.

“So, did you settle who won?” Hao Ren asked, none too pleased.

“Nope~” The girls shook their heads.

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“Meiya, you just joined in for fun, didn’t you?”

Meiya laughed awkwardly, muttering, “Honestly, I wanted to experience what mating is like.”

Unfortunately, Hao Ren didn’t hear.

“Whatever.” With a wave, Hao Ren restored the space to its previous state.

Renovation and restoration together cost just 20 LP points—pretty cheap.

He checked his phone: five missed calls.

“I’ll head out first. I need to show up at the class dinner. If you need anything, just tell me—I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.” Hao Ren wouldn’t hold it against any of these girls; after all, they were his favorites.

After causing trouble, they still got rewards—his indulgence as a master was maxed out.

“Mapo tofu~” Kanade still longed for that midnight snack.

The girls who had tasted Hao Ren’s “Yellow Dragon” and “Vermilion Bird” dishes voiced their approval, but Saya and the others who hadn’t tried his cooking were a bit puzzled—could this man really cook?

“OK, that’s easy.” Hao Ren was keenly interested in his “Legendary Cuisine.”

He left the dimensional space and rushed to the dinner venue.

“Huh? Are you Hao Ren? You seem different from when the semester started.” The class monitor, ready to make Hao Ren drink three shots as punishment, noticed his changed demeanor.

Few are proud to be otaku; Hao Ren, as one, was never fully accepted by others, which left him somewhat insecure.

After surviving the zombie ordeal and the academy war, he wasn’t reborn, but subtle changes lingered.

Though his tone remained unchanged, his temperament had shifted.

Put simply, Hao Ren was no longer insecure.

Secretly linking up with Princess Long and the others (summoned beings in the dimensional space were considered to share his space), Hao Ren, whose stats were maxed, drank ten classmates under the table, and was about to find an excuse to escape, only to be stopped by those still sober, who insisted on hitting the nightclub.

He couldn’t refuse his classmates, but Hao Ren still felt that going back to spend time with his girls was far better—it brought him genuine happiness.