Infinite Harem System: I Grow Stronger From Every Female Lead

"Damn, I didn't even sleep," Arthur grumbled.

After a yawn, he opened the bathroom door only to find Cecilia brushing her teeth.

"Hey..."

She glanced away. "Uhmm, hey." After a pause, she added, "Sorry about yesterday. I don't know what got into my dad."

Arthur stayed silent, letting her continue. "He was all about Ha-joon before, but after hearing you defeated him, maybe he changed his mind."

Arthur shook his head, grabbing his brush from the cupboard. "No, it's fine. As the Saintess, you'd have married whoever the Goddess chose anyway. So in the Pope's eyes, there's no better option than me—the one the Goddess married."

Cecilia watched him brush his teeth, her cheeks flushed. "So… you're not mad that someone you barely know became your concubine?"

Arthur turned to her, tilting his head in confusion. "Wait, you thought I'd be mad?"

She nodded shyly.

Arthur chuckled, then moved closer, raising her chin with his free hand, the brush still in his mouth. "I can't reject anything this cute."

Cecilia's face burned red. "Mmm… Is that so?"

Arthur nodded. "Plus, I know you're competent, and you wanted to escape Ha-joon anyway, so it's a win-win."

She bit her lip, then rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. "Wait, that's—" She froze. "Sorry."

Arthur flicked her forehead. "Don't apologize. I'm your husband now. This is natural."

She smiled softly. "Yeah… I always wanted to kiss you."

Arthur almost grinned but flinched instead.

Through a small hole in the door, Sarah stared at them.

Realizing he'd noticed, she stepped out. "Art, you didn't even come greet me?" Her eyes welled with tears. "I've known you longer than these other girls. Why couldn't I be your main wife?"

Arthur patted her head. "Sorry. I'll make sure to visit you every month."

She hugged him, her ample breasts pressing against his chest. "Arthur… you're hard," she murmured as his length brushed between her thighs. A soft moan escaping her lips.

Cecilia's face turned crimson. After a beat, she whispered, "Can I feel it too?"

Arthur turned to her, stunned.

She met his gaze. "Uhm, as your concubine… shouldn't I get used to this?"

Arthur swallowed hard.

Pulling away from Sarah, he turned Cecilia toward the mirror and slid his cock between her thighs, grinding against her pink shorts.

Slowly, he thrust against her, her flawless skin tightening around his shaft.

Soft whimpers spilled from her lips as he moved faster, the friction against her soaked entrance making her tremble. "Art~" she gasped, gripping the sink.

'This feels amazing,' Arthur growled, picking up speed.

Cecilia's head fell back, eyes rolling. "Wait…" She tried to push him away as unfamiliar heat surged through her.

Her moans grew louder. "Something's—coming out~"

Her back arched violently as she climaxed, legs nearly giving out.

Panting, Arthur withdrew, still throbbing. He then turned to Sarah, whose arms were wide open.

He pushed her against the door, hiking up her gown and shifting her panties aside. "Sarah, I'm putting it in. Okay?"

She nodded, nails digging into his shoulder.

With one thrust, he filled her.

Slow at first, then faster.

"This is my first time with someone of my race," he muttered, making Sarah blush.

Her body twitched as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Haangh~ right there…"

Arthur sped up, activating the Tremor Spell, hitting every sensitive spot. Sarah's moans grew wilder, her vision blurring.

Maybe it was the remnants of the God Pleaser's authority, but Arthur still knew exactly how to wreck her.

Sarah's walls clenched around him as she squirted, drenching him.

Arthur fondled her heavy breasts, freeing them from her tunic as she came even harder.

After letting her catch her breath, he plunged back in, sucking her nipples hungrily.

"Haaah~ too good~" Sarah whimpered, mind melting.

Cecilia watched, wide-eyed, fingers teasing herself as she waited.

Sarah's head fell back, screams tearing from her throat. "Arthur, it's too much! Pull out—my head…!"

'Damn, I'm cumming,' Arthur thought.

Holding back all night had left him painfully sensitive.

He buried his face in her neck as he erupted, filling her as she peaked again.

When he pulled out, Sarah collapsed, legs shaking.

Cecilia immediately clung to him, pressing her body against his. "Art… I think I've become a corrupted Saintess."

Arthur's cock pulsed at her words.

She bent over, ass out. "Punish this bad Saintess."

Arthur's breath turned ragged, desire clouding his mind.

He'd wanted to avoid losing control.

But now?

He wouldn't stop until he'd claimed every one of his girls.

Cecilia felt her folds tear apart, blood spilling down her thighs as Arthur entered her.

Strangely, it didn't hurt—instead, it felt…

Her head flew back, her grip nearly shattering the sink's edge. "Haaah… it's too much!"

She glanced back at Arthur, who was lost in the rhythm of thrusting into her.

Her trembling hand cupped his face. "How many virgins have you deflowered now?"

Arthur panted heavily. "Five. You'll make six."

Cecilia nodded, eyes rolling back as she turned away. "Rougher…"

"What?"

She bit her lip, voice shaking. "Fuck me rougher."

Arthur swallowed hard, releasing her waist to grip her hair instead, yanking her back.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room as his pace turned brutal.

Cecilia's hips pushed back against him, the sting of his grip making her body tremble violently.

'It's so good… Is sex always like this?' Her head lolled forward. 'I'm blacking out…'

Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, her full breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Her breath hitched as that same overwhelming heat coiled inside her.

'It's coming—it's coming again!'

Her legs fell open completely as she climaxed, body convulsing from the pleasure.

"Art… let me rest," she whimpered.

But Arthur wasn't listening. The beast in him had been unleashed.

Cecilia's mind melted as he kept pounding into her, even after she'd just come.

Her hand flailed weakly, trying to push him back. 'If he doesn't stop… I might die.'

It was too much. Humans weren't built to feel this kind of pleasure.

Arthur's hand slid to her throat, squeezing as he emptied himself inside her.

He panted once… twice… then turned to Sarah—only to find her gone.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, he spotted her trying to flee.

With one tug, he flung her onto the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled, voice ragged.

Sarah's breath hitched, pupils still blown from their last round. "Art, I'll lose my mind if you keep going…"

Arthur inhaled deeply. "Don't worry. After you, the other fourteen will get their turn."

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