My Taboo Harem System

Chapter 108: Why are you here...?

Denzel shifted slightly, rolling his hips forward.

The reaction was immediate.

A tremor ran through her body, and a wave of pleasure surged through her like an electric current. Her thoughts became muddled, her breathing uneven. The sensation crashed into her mind so suddenly that it drowned out everything else.

’It’s too big...It’s too big!’

The words echoed endlessly in her head, overwhelming every other thought.

Yet despite everything she was feeling, she remained frozen in place. Her cheeks burned crimson, and her body seemed incapable of deciding whether to pull away or stay exactly where it was.

Nevertheless, Denzel, driven by lust, thrust his length into her ass...But right then-

Knock.

Knock.

The soft sound instantly shattered the atmosphere inside the closet.

Both Denzel and Sarah stiffened as a voice came from outside.

" Your seven minutes are up."

The announcement immediately brought Denzel back to reality.

’Hehe... damn it...I’m not too upset to be honest. There was no way in hell I was actually going to have sex with her in here in less than 7 minutes. Still... I can’t deny I wanted to at least know what it was like to pulverize her ass.’

Meanwhile, Sarah’s thoughts snapped back into order as panic immediately replaced everything else.

’Oh no. If the door opens, Antonia is going to be extremely upset.’

She hurriedly adjusted her clothes, her movements rushed and nervous as she tried to make herself look presentable again.

Denzel simply stood there watching her. He let out a frustrated huff, nearly smacking his lips as he pulled his trouser back into place and adjusted himself as well.

By the time they had both finished straightening their clothes, another voice rang out from the other side of the door- Antonia’s voice.

"What the hell are you guys doing in there? Come out here already."

The door swung open before either of them could respond.

Antonia stood there in the doorway. Her gaze immediately swept across the closet, moving from Denzel to Sarah.

The two of them stood on opposite ends of the cramped space, looking completely normal.

Antonia narrowed her eyes slightly.

" What’s the problem?"

She muttered before turning around and walking away as she had already lost interest.

Sarah kept her gaze lowered for a few seconds before stepping out after her.

Denzel remained where he was briefly.

His eyes drifted toward the retreating figures of the two women as a grin slowly spread across his face.

Then widened.

"Nice. Indeed, very nice."

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he casually stepped out of the closet and pulled the door shut behind him.

Soon, all three of them had returned to the table.

The moment they sat down, Mia raised a finger.

"Remember. What happens in the closet stays in the closet."

A round of laughter immediately followed.

"Yeah, we get that."

The atmosphere quickly settled once more.

"Alright then," Mia said.

"spin the cup alright."

The cup was spun again, and the game continued.

This time, Antonia was the one holding the cup.

She spun it, and the rounds carried on as before.

Several turns passed without anything particularly memorable happening.

Eventually, however, the cup found its way back into Tara’s hands.

Tara stared down at it.

She paused.

Then she glanced around the table one final time before releasing a long breath.

"Okay. One... two... three..."

She spun it.

The cup began rotating across the table. As it spun, her heart immediately began racing.

’Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.’

’I should’ve just quit. I should’ve just quit.’ Denzel thought inwardly, praying as always that he wouldn’t be selected.

The cup continued spinning. Then, finally, it appeared to stop.

Mia.

Tara’s eyes instantly dimmed down.

’Damnit.’ She cursed as she gnashed her teeth in anger.

’Yes, yes, yes!’ Denzel exclaimed inwardly.

With that, they both stepped into the closet and in time their minutes ran out and so they all returned back to their seats.

"Alright...what happens in the closet..." Mia’s statement was cut short by Tara, who at this point was losing a bit, if not all of her composure.

"We get it Mia. Can we just get on with the game? Please."

Denzel simply smiled down on her, drowning joyfully in his luck which had kept him away from Tara for this long.

’Well, it’s my turn now. So I wonder, which beauty will I have seven minutes with again? I still have my second skill, so I can most definitely still utilize it. Hehe...The world really is going well for me.’

With that, Denzel grabbed ahold of the cup and with a gentle thrust, he spinned the cup which rotated only for what seemed to be a fleeting moment before it seemed to come to rest at Mia.

’Yes...jackpot...I was hoping it’d land on Sarah so I’d have a round 2 with her, but this is equally fine.’

However, his inward jubilation was cut short right at that moment. The cup hadn’t completely settled, and so, with a slight roll, It shifted, and then continued moving.

Denzel frowned.

"Huh? What is this?"

Everyone watched as the cup rolled across the table one final time, eventually coming to a complete stop.

Silence filled the room.

The open end of the cup was now pointing directly at Tara.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Tara called out loudly, raising her hand without the slightest bit of shame and once again displaying her incredibly troublesome nature.

The moment she made that small movement, Denzel saw it and couldn’t help but think,

’How the hell did any of this even happen? No...this has to be an illusion. It stopped rolling and was facing Mia, so how? How am I stuck with this fat gremlin after I only nearly dodged her bullet?’

Before he could dwell on the matter any longer, Mia cut in.

"You lovebirds, come on. You guys have seven minutes."

Tara’s grin widened immediately.

"Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to use every damn minute of it."

The moment she finished speaking, she shot up from her seat and practically ran toward the closet.

As she moved, Denzel genuinely felt like he was witnessing a small-scale earthquake.

The floor seemed to shake.

The closet itself creaked heavily the moment she entered.

Standing inside, Terra clasped both hands together in front of her chest and giggled excitedly. Her cheeks carried a faint blush, and she looked almost frighteningly eager as she laughed to herself.

Meanwhile, Denzel clicked his tongue.

His jaw tightened slightly.

Reaching for his cup, he took another long gulp of alcohol before slamming it back onto the table.

"Suppose I did have a nice run."

He muttered softly. Then he rose to his feet.

His hands slipped into his pockets as he walked past everyone gathered around the table, including Mia.

With every step, a single thought lingered stubbornly in his mind.

’What am I even going to do now?’

No matter how much he thought about it, that question remained unanswered.

As he passed Mia, she reminded him once again.

"Remember. Just seven minutes."

Denzel didn’t bother responding.

He simply kept walking, as though he was being sent to his end.

Eventually, he arrived at the closet and stepped inside.

The moment he entered, Mia shut the door behind him.

For several seconds, he simply stood there.

His eyes remained closed.

His hands stayed buried deep inside his pockets.

The enclosed space felt oddly quiet.

Letting out a long sigh, Denzel tried to ease some of the irritation building inside him.

Then he finally spoke.

His voice was flat and completely devoid of emotion.

"Listen. I just want you to know, if you’re thinking of using your turn to do anything funny. I’ll have you know that I’d rather chug five of those wine jugs than do anything—"

His words abruptly stopped.

Because while speaking, he had finally turned around.

And the moment he did, everything froze.

His eyes met another pair.

Red eyes.

The instant he saw them, his pupils contracted and his entire body locked up where he stood.

The figure before him looked almost monstrous.

Not merely strange..Not merely unsettling, monstrous.

For a brief moment, it felt as though the air inside the closet had become heavier.

An invisible pressure settled over the room.

Before Denzel could properly process what he was seeing, a voice rang out.

"You..."

It wasn’t the repulsive, monstrous female voice he remembered. No, This voice was entirely different. Cold and murderous.

The kind of voice that made the hairs on the back of a person’s neck stand up.

"What the fuck..."

Denzel muttered instinctively.

But it wasn’t the voice alone that frightened him.

It was the way she was staring at him.

Those crimson eyes remained locked onto him without blinking.

Without wavering.

As though she were looking directly through him.

Then she spoke.

"What the hell are you doing in this world?"

The words struck him like a bucket of ice water. A chill raced down his spine.

His mind struggled to catch up.

He barely had enough time to react.

Barely enough time to think. Barely enough time to breathe.

And then everything suddenly went dark.