My Taboo Harem System

Chapter 110: Memories

Denzel could do nothing but stare at the messages floating before him.

At this point, he genuinely had no idea what he was supposed to do next.

The memories that had suddenly returned to him.

His encounter with that mysterious woman.

The strange events of the previous night.

The unsettling title he had received.

And now these notifications.

None of it made any sense.

Not a single part of it.

For several moments, he remained standing there in silence before dragging a hand through his hair.

’Fuck...’

His brows furrowed.

’What am I even supposed to make of all this?’

Every answer he found only seemed to create more questions.

After a few moments of hesitation, he slowly let out a breath.

There was no point dwelling on things he couldn’t understand right now.

"System... show me me detaila."

Immediately, as though it had been waiting for the command, another translucent screen appeared before him.

[Name: Denzel Ridrat]

[Age: 22 Years]

[Strength: 60]

[Agility: 60]

[Sense: 50]

[Vitality: 40]

[Stamina: 50]

[Mana: 15/15]

[Rank: D]

[Harem: 3]

[Taboo Points: 50]

|[Titles Acquired: [The Motherfucker] [Marathon Man]]|

Denzel silently studied the screen.

His gaze swept across every line.

Then he sighed.

"All right. Let’s just get this over with."

There was no reason to hold onto the points.

Without wasting any more time, he immediately allocated the newly acquired Taboo Points.

A moment later, the updated status appeared before him.

[Name: Denzel Ridrat]

[Age: 22 Years]

[Strength: 90]

[Agility: 70]

[Sense: 50]

[Vitality: 50]

[Stamina: 50]

[Mana: 15/15]

[Rank: D]

[Harem: 3]

[Taboo Points: 0]

|[Titles Acquired: [The Motherfucker] [Marathon Man] [The Survivor]]|

Denzel stared at the changes of his stats which were all noticeably improved.

For the first time since waking up, some of the tension in his shoulders eased.

Not completely. But enough.

Enough to stop feeling like his head was about to explode from overthinking.

Taking another breath, he dismissed the screen.

There was nothing more he could do for now.

With that thought in mind, he stepped out onto the street.

A few pedestrians wandered along the road.

A merchant was setting up a stall.

A pair of children ran past laughing.

Everything looked normal.

Painfully normal.

As he walked, he spotted the first passerby he could find and approached him.

"Sorry."

The man immediately waved his hand.

"Oh, sorry. I don’t have any money to give you."

Denzel blinked, then he blinked.

"I’m not a beggar."

The man’s face instantly reddened.

"Oh."

Awkwardness flashed across his features.

"I just wanted to know what day it is," Denzel explained.

The man quickly nodded.

"It’s Thursday."

Denzel froze.

For a brief moment, everything else faded into the background.

’Thursday...’

His eyes widened slightly.

’So it’s only the next day.’

Relief immediately washed through him.

A burden he hadn’t even realized he was carrying seemed to lift from his shoulders.

’I’ve not actually been out for that long. Only a few hours, from the looks of it.’

At the very least, that answered one of the questions tormenting him.

"Thank you."

The man nodded, and Denzel continued on his way.

As he walked back toward his apartment, however, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to the notifications.

’+50 Taboo Points.’

The number refused to leave his mind, demanding answers.

’If I was only unconscious for a few hours...’

His expression darkened.

’Then what taboo could I possibly have completed that was worth fifty points?’

The question made his head hurt all over again.

Eventually, he clicked his tongue.

"Ah, forget all of this...I have the duel with Patrick tomorrow. I need to focus at the most important feat."

He shook his head.

Soon enough, he arrived in front of his home. He stopped in front of the door.

For a brief moment, he simply stood there. With a sigh, he finally pushed those thoughts aside and reached for the door and as he opened it his eyes were instantly met with Maria.

’Huh...mum?’

Maria was stepping out of her apartment. The moment her eyes landed on him, they lit up.

"Oh, Denzel!"

Relief instantly spread across her face.

Before he could even react, she hurried toward him, throwing her arms around him.

Denzel barely had time to process what was happening before Maria pulled him into a tight embrace, squeezing her watermelon sized breasts tightly against his chest.

"You’re back!"

Her voice was filled with obvious relief.

As though she had been worried about him the entire time.

As though she had been waiting for

Her breathing gradually became heavier against his neck as she tightened her hug on him.

Then, after a few seconds, she finally pulled back slightly and kissed him deeply, lustfully tasting Denzel’s tongue before looking up at him.

"Good morning, dear son. You didn’t come home last night. I was looking all over for you." She muttered as a warm smile drew over her face.

Denzel looked at her for a moment before he gently pulled her a little closer.

"Don’t worry." he said.

"I just had some things I needed to deal with."

Maria tilted her head.

"Something?"

She frowned slightly.

"I mean, surely it’s something I could have helped you with."

Denzel shook his head.

"No. I just think I need to handle this one myself."

Maria stared at him for a few moments.

Then Denzel gently lifted a hand and touched her chin.

"You know what?"

A smile appeared on his face as his other handed strolled lower through her waist until it rested firmly on the heavy plushness of her ass.

"I’ll be done with it soon enough. And once I’m done, I promise we’re going to have a really good time together."

Maria’s eyes immediately brightened.

"Really?"

Denzel chuckled, giving her a reassuring squeeze of her ass just for good measures.

"Mmm~♡" Maria moaned as a faint lewd smile shamefully spread across her face.

"Yeah, mama. I promise."

She leaned in and kissed him once more, locking her lips into a deep tongue dance with her dear son as Denzel’s hands kneaded her fat ass with need, feeling the softness all over his taboo stained palms.

Mm♡

With a finally smooch, Maria managed to get herself to pull back, just in time before she could lose control.

She adjusted herself before speaking again.

"Sophia is already gone."

She glanced toward the street.

"But I need to get to work as soon as I can. We can have our proper alone time then...D-Dear son."

Denzel smiled.

"Well... maybe."

Maria laughed softly.

Then she pecked him one final time before turning away.

Denzel watched as she walked off down the street, her bubble butt wiggling with each step she took.

Only after she disappeared from view did he finally step inside.

Closing the door behind him, he headed straight for the bathroom.

After taking a quick bath and getting himself ready, he immediately set off toward the massage parlor.

Awaiting him there was a reveal he had far ever imagined he could precedent.