CHAPTER 234: 242. A LEGEND

"Well," Asher sighed, dragging the word with theatrical flair. "Your sister’s gone. And right before she could pay me."

Valerie offered a small smile. "Everything falls to me now. I’ll take back the businesses, and I’ll give you whatever she promised. Tenfold, even."

"In that case," he leaned forward, eyes glinting, "keep sponsoring the academy. Get me access to Platinum coin deals. And since you’ve got all those rich connections... introduce them to my company."

Her brows lifted. "Wait... you have a company?"

"Yup!" His grin stretched wide. "Lick & Stick Enterprises. Fruits, wine... and high-end sex toys. The same ones I gave your maids, remember?"

"Wow." She blinked. "I didn’t know you were a merchant."

"Of course. Impressive, right? Just what you’d expect from your master. But that’s nothing. I still have a long way to go." He smirked. "And as my beautiful wife, you’ll help me grow, won’t you? You’ve already made a name for yourself in the merchant world."

She nodded eagerly. "Anything for you, Master." Then she paused. "If you don’t mind me asking... why? Why such ambition? You’re still young, and you’ve still got your whole life ahead of you."

Asher chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I want to be a legend. A man with the largest harem the world has ever seen—enough women to fill my private town. And children, too. Lots of them. But for that, I need to be rich. Really rich. I want my harem to live in luxury. No one should ever suffer under my care."

Her eyes widened. "A harem?"

"Yup," he said proudly. Then he turned toward Rin, who sat calmly on the couch.

"Right, Rin?"

Rin grinned. "Rin is first wife. Right, Master?"

"Always at the top, love."

Val looked at him with arched brows. "How many women do you have now?"

"Well... not sure. Maybe eighty? All the elves in Elvarion Fortress are mine. Then come the humans, demons, that black cat girl... oh, and even the Queen of Felmora. I bet she’s going crazy, craving me right now. I should pay her a visit soon."

Her jaw dropped. Even the maids paused, their hands frozen mid-scrub. Demon women? Elves? What was he talking about?

"Seriously?" Val asked.

"Do you doubt your master?"

"No, I just... damn, you’re close to a hundred wives!"

"And I’m not done yet. I want all the maids here to join as well. Each of them is beautiful in her own way."

The maids froze, their hearts skipping a beat. Silently, they finished cleaning and slipped out of the room, unable to fully process what they’d just heard.

Valerie sat still, stunned. This boy... he wasn’t at all what she had imagined. She knew he had more than one love interest—she’d noticed that much while she was sick. But this? Dozens of women already... and he still wanted more?

What a man.

A true man, indeed.

And yet, she couldn’t help it. Her admiration for him only deepened.

"Alright, Master." She smiled. "I’ll help you build the greatest harem in history."

"That’s the spirit." Asher leaned back, satisfied.

In his mind, the dream was vivid: a town full of children calling him papa, women from all races proudly bearing his name. All the MILFs craving no one but him. If only his wife... that bitch who’d betrayed him... could see the man he’d become.

No—she should see it.

He couldn’t just leave his revenge to karma. That wouldn’t be enough. He had to get it himself—to make her watch what she gave up. And he was going to savor every second of the look on her face.

An hour later, the maids returned to the hall, dressed in their uniforms, their eyes lowered, hands fidgeting.

"We’re back," said the oldest, Animone, voice soft.

Valerie turned to her, remembering how Animone had been her first maid—loyal and steadfast back before the fame and wealth. Though she was older now, Animone still radiated a kind of mature beauty.

She was a 68-year-old blonde bombshell. A few wrinkles framed her face, but they couldn’t dull her bright smile or striking white teeth. She wore minimal makeup—just a touch of bold red lipstick—and her medium-cut hair, styled with soft bangs, framed her face elegantly.

Asher’s gaze was locked on her too. Despite being the oldest in the room, she somehow looked like the hottest. Someone he should’ve been calling grandmother... yet all he saw was a smoking-hot cougar. Even beneath the modest maid uniform, her curvy figure stood out—especially that ass, round and impossible to ignore.

Valerie cleared her throat. "Some of you probably overheard. My master wants you in his harem. All of you."

The maids exchanged glances. Murmurs followed. Animone stepped forward and bowed.

"I’ll do anything for you, my lady."

Her loyalty wasn’t new. Valerie had once helped her back when Animone’s son had fallen seriously ill. She’d given her the money needed for his treatment, and from that moment on, Animone’s loyalty had been unwavering. Now, with her children grown and living their own lives, she still chose to remain a maid in the estate—devoted and proud.

The other maids fidgeted in place, visibly uncertain, casting glances at one another.

Asher stepped in, eyes gleaming. "No need to be so stiff. Don’t bow like dolls. Be yourselves. This should be fun, not an obligation."

Animone looked up, hesitating. Then, emboldened, she spoke. "Well... in that case, Master... would you—" her voice dropped, sultry and shameless, "—fuck me roughly, the way you did that girl who was moaning so loudly yesterday?"

Asher’s grin widened. "Now that’s more like it."

Asher beckoned Animone over, and she obeyed immediately, walking to him as they lay flat on the carpet. The others just sat on the couches, watching and anticipating what Asher was about to do to this cougar.

He made her lie flat on her side, back turned to him. He spooned behind her and reached a hand to pull her dress halfway up, taking his time to lay on his back and pull off his boxers with one hand, letting his cock spring free. He slowly stroked himself, savoring the feeling of his shaft finally breaking free from the confines of his pants.

Meanwhile, Animone’s heart was racing. She wasn’t wearing any panties. When she overheard Asher talking about wanting all the maids in his harem, she thought maybe he wouldn’t pick her—she was too old. Surely, he wouldn’t want a woman her age. But being the first one now, being chosen... it made her blood rush.

Asher returned to his spooning position behind her, his cock now pressing firmly against her backside. What shocked him most was the warm, naked heat between her legs. Her pussy was already soaked. He hadn’t even used Heavenly Pulse yet to raise their arousal, and yet she was dripping like crazy.

He slipped his hand between her thighs, reaching down to explore. She shifted slightly, opening her legs more, giving him full access. A grin crept on Asher’s face as his fingers brushed over her soft pubic mound. He felt her short, prickly pubic hair in his fingers. Then his hand moved lower, feeling the wet, swollen lips of her womanhood. He started rubbing slow, teasing circles on them.

Animone shivered at the stimulation. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d longed for the touch of a man for so long—and now, here she was, in the arms of a young man who could be her grandson, and he was about to give her what she’d been craving for years. It became harder and harder for her to stay quiet as he teased her clit with slow, deliberate touches. Soft moans started to escape her lips.

The other girls sat watching intently. They held the dildos they’d washed earlier, but for now, they didn’t use them. They simply watched.

Valerie stayed composed, watching her new master tease her first maid. Though calm on the outside, inside, the scene was stirring her deeply and dampening her cunt.

Rin, ever shameless, was already stripping, massaging her breasts and playing with herself without shame.

Asher continued teasing Animone’s pussy, rubbing and stroking her clit until her hips began to twitch. He found her tight slit and slipped his forefinger inside. She gasped loudly, breath hitching as he shoved another finger in. Her breathing turned heavy. Asher could feel his cock twitching, already leaking precum.

He leaned forward, burying his face against her neck, breathing in the floral scent of her shampoo. Her hair brushed against his nose.

His fingers were wet and gooey now, sliding in and out of her snatch much easier than before. She shuddered, and then her body suddenly tensed and shook violently as the first wave of orgasm hit her. She moaned deeply, shocked that he made her cum with just his fingers. Her pussy throbbed, begging for more.

Asher smirked and withdrew his soaked fingers. He couldn’t wait to drive this cougar wild with his cock, but to satisfy all the women around him, he needed a boost.

[Heavenly Pulse Activated]

[Erogenous zone sensitivity of all MILFs in the room increased by 500%]

[Targets now under aphrodisiac effect]

His system pinged the notifications, and instantly, moans and gasps began echoing through the room. The skill was already working.

He leaned in close to Animone’s ear, running his hand over her soft, slightly wrinkled ass.

"You said you wanted it rough, huh?"

She gulped, visibly trembling, and nodded.

"Yes... master."

A grin spread across Asher’s face.

"Fine. Rough it is, old hag."

TBC