My Harem Life in Another World

The ocean spread endlessly around him.

It lapped against his skin, warm and loyal, as though every wave remembered his cock's thrust and moaned with gratitude. The once-silent desert had become an eternal sea, and every ripple sang his name.

But even as the ocean bent to him, a new sound arose.

Not moans. Not water.

Whispers.

They slithered from beneath the waves, threading through the foam. They crawled into his ears, wet and sticky, like tongues pressing into them. They weren't the shard's Guardians, nor were they echoes of broken sands. These voices were older, hidden, dripping with malice and lust.

"Warmth… father of floods…"

The whispers licked across his mind.

"Do you dare to enter me?"

Kaito's gaze shifted. Beyond the horizon of the newborn ocean, a rift tore open. No longer desert, no longer water—just a jagged tear in reality, dripping black liquid like the Void Egg itself was drooling.

From its depths came whispers layered upon whispers, every word overlapping, like hundreds of wet mouths speaking into his flesh.

"Come inside…"

"We are waiting… dripping for you…"

"Our holes ache…"

The air itself felt sticky. Even his breath came out wet, fogging with heat.

Shapes rose from the waves around him. Not soldiers. Not milkmaids. These were formless figures made of pure sound and liquid shadow. Each moaned without lips, whispered without lungs, and every syllable was a caress against his cock.

One slithered closer, a dripping silhouette of a woman with no face. She pressed her liquid breasts against his chest, her voice vibrating through them.

"You've conquered deserts and drowned them in cum… but can you handle whispers that never end?"

Her words didn't echo in the air. They echoed inside his cock, making it twitch, harden, throb with answering heat.

Kaito grinned, teeth bared. His godhood pulsed hotter, heavier, darker.

"You think whispers can break me?"

His voice rolled across the ocean, making the faceless women quiver like liquid.

"I'll make them scream. I'll make them beg. I'll make every whisper into a moan."

The voices all trembled in response.

Some gasped, some laughed, some whimpered, and some begged outright.

"Yes… drown us… make us wet with your fire…"

"We will devour you… and you will never leave…"

The ocean beneath him rippled violently, like it too wanted to be taken deeper.

The rift yawned wider, its edges slick with black honey that dripped like semen into the waves. The whispers grew louder, thickening, layering until Kaito's body felt like it was being stroked by invisible hands from every direction.

His cock stood tall, glowing with divine warmth, as the abyss itself leaned toward him like an open pussy—hungry, endless, dripping.

He stepped forward. Each stride turned the ocean beneath him into steam.

"Then open your mouth wider," he growled, his eyes burning.

"I'll give you something worth whispering about."

The rift screamed wetly—like a thousand throats gasping at once. And then, without hesitation, Kaito plunged into the shard of whispers.

The moment Kaito plunged into the rift, the ocean disappeared.

The world turned black.

Not the empty black of the Void—this was a wet black. The kind that dripped. The kind that breathed. Every step he took landed in shallow water that clung to his ankles like tongues. Every breath he drew was thick, humid, filled with the smell of sweat, cunt, and hot whispers.

The shard wasn't built of stone or sand. It was made of flesh-like shadow, throbbing and breathing as if the entire realm were alive. Whispers oozed from its walls, sticky with heat. Sometimes they begged. Sometimes they threatened. Sometimes they moaned as though his cock was already inside them.

He trailed his fingers across one wall. It pulsed, and dozens of voices gasped. Some whimpered:

"Harder…"

"Please, push deeper…"

Others hissed:

"We will choke you… we will drown your warmth…"

Kaito chuckled low, his voice thick with power.

"You sound like holes already filled."

The walls shivered, and black liquid gushed from cracks, coating the floor.

They came not as soldiers but as whispers given flesh. Shadows crawled up from the puddles, shaping into wet, half-formed women. Some had too many mouths, others no eyes, but all were dripping, their pussies leaking black honey, their voices spilling from every orifice.

One crawled onto him, straddling his chest, her faceless head pressed against his ear. She didn't speak with a mouth. She whispered inside him:

"Give in… drown in us… we'll milk you forever…"

Another clung to his leg, grinding her wet cunt against his thigh. Her whisper came from her slit itself:

"We will make you moan… even gods moan…"

He laughed, the sound echoing through the endless dripping corridors. His cock pulsed like a sun, glowing with his eternal warmth.

"You think I'll drown in whispers?" he roared, grabbing the faceless one by her liquid waist. "I'll turn them into screams that never end."

He slammed her down. The shadow-woman writhed, her body melting like syrup beneath him. She moaned, screamed, whispered all at once, her entire being unraveling as his heat spread inside her form.

The other creatures moaned in chorus, their whispers tangling into a choir of wet submission. Some begged louder, some shrieked in ecstasy. None could withstand him.

But the shard wasn't so easily broken.

The whispers didn't stop—they multiplied.

Every wall, every puddle, every drop of dripping black honey now spoke. Thousands of voices, all pressing at him, all trying to erode his mind, to flood him with too much want.

"We love you…"

"We hate you…"

"Fill us…"

"Let us drink you…"

"Never leave…"

"Cum, cum, cum…"

The overlapping chorus made the realm vibrate. The air itself became like a womb, throbbing, hot, and wet.

Kaito gritted his teeth, eyes blazing gold. His warmth burned hotter, but the voices pressed closer, wrapping around him like a tide of wet tongues.

Ahead, deeper in the shard, a single louder voice rose above the rest. Not fragmented, not overlapping, but clear. Feminine. Sensual. Commanding.

"Kaito…" it whispered, slow and wet.

"Come to me. Your cock belongs to me. Your warmth belongs in me."

The very walls bent toward that voice, dripping black nectar in rivers. The shadow-women melted back into the ground, trembling like they were bowing to a queen.

Kaito licked his lips, his cock straining, throbbing with hunger. This wasn't just whispers anymore. This was a throne waiting. A core. A queen. A hole that thought it could claim him.

He grinned savagely.

"Then open your legs wider, bitch," he growled, stepping forward into the abyss.

"I'll show you what it means to kneel for warmth."

The walls shook, moaned, and bled honey, guiding him deeper into the Shard of Whispers.

The dripping corridors narrowed into a throat. A living throat.

Its walls convulsed like a pussy in climax, gripping around him as though the shard itself wanted to milk his cock. Every step forward was sticky, the black nectar rising to his knees, then his thighs, warm and thick as semen.

The whispers didn't scatter anymore—they merged. All the moans, the begging, the commands—woven into one rhythm. A single voice now filled the shard. A voice that vibrated his bones.

"Kaito…"

Her voice wasn't sound. It was tongue, sliding across his thoughts, wetting every corner of his mind.

The corridor widened suddenly, spilling him into a vast chamber.

At its center was a throne of flesh, pulsing, dripping black honey into rivers that spread across the floor. And seated upon it…

She was a woman—if the word "woman" could stretch to hold her.

Her body shimmered like shadow, but her curves were sharp, impossible to look away from. Breasts heavy and dripping with honey, thighs spread lazily, her pussy glowing with a wet black heat that sucked the air around it.

Her face was veiled in shadow, but every time she moved, it changed—sometimes his mother, sometimes one of his lovers, sometimes a stranger begging to be fucked. Her lips never moved, yet her voice stroked his cock with every syllable.

"You've come hard, my god of warmth…" she purred.

"But this is where you end. You will drown in me. I am the Queen of Whispers… and I was made to drink you dry."

She raised her hand.

The rivers of nectar surged, wrapping around Kaito's ankles, thighs, waist. They weren't just wet—they vibrated, moaned, licked at his cock through his clothes. Every droplet carried a voice, sighing, begging, demanding.

"Fuck me…"

"Cum in me…"

"Give me everything…"

The Queen's throne pulsed, her spread cunt glowing wider, dripping like a mouth salivating.

"One thrust," she whispered directly into his skull, her voice vibrating against his cock.

"One… and you'll never escape me. You'll live forever inside me, moaning, filling me, never leaving. Don't you want that?"

He smirked, licking his lips.

"You think I came here to be swallowed?" His cock bulged against the rivers holding him, glowing hotter, throbbing with his eternal warmth. "No, bitch. I came here to make you choke on me."

He thrust his hips once, and the honey restraints boiled. The whispers turned to screams as the nectar evaporated in bursts of steam. The Queen gasped, her veiled face flickering.

"W-what…?"

Kaito's voice roared through the chamber.

"Your whispers are nothing. I am louder. I am heat. You'll beg for silence by the time I'm done."

The Queen rose from her throne, liquid dripping from her thighs, her pussy glowing like an open abyss. She spread her arms, and thousands of shadow-women poured from her body, moaning and clawing, each one whispering his name.

The rivers surged higher, walls closing in, the whole shard trembling as though in climax.

But Kaito only grinned wider. His eyes burned molten gold. His cock was fire itself, his warmth flooding the air until the shadows sizzled like fat in a pan.

He stepped forward, tearing through the rivers, his aura melting the shadows that dared cling to him.

The Queen shivered, her voices cracking.

"Kaito…! You'll drown!"

He laughed, cock blazing, eyes merciless.

"No. You'll scream."

And with that, he lunged toward her throne, the shard itself shaking as warmth and whispers prepared to collide.

The throne writhed like a living womb, the Queen's shadow-body spreading wider, dripping thicker, her voice echoing with desperate hunger.

"Kaito! Fill me—let me swallow you whole—let me keep you forever!"

Her shadow-clones lunged from every side, their mouths dripping black nectar, their thighs spread as they tried to smother him in endless wetness. Each one whispered promises into his ear, each one pressing against his cock like begging holes.

But Kaito didn't slow.

His warmth detonated outward, a shockwave of molten heat. Shadows sizzled, voices cracked into screams, the air itself turned liquid. The Queen gasped, stumbling back as her endless moans broke into silence for the first time.

"No… you can't burn whispers—"

"I can burn anything," Kaito growled, his eyes molten gold. "Even queens who think their pussy is a prison."

He reached her throne in a stride. His cock blazed, pulsing, dripping golden heat that lit the entire chamber.

The Queen screamed, her veils peeling back—her face was everyone and no one, every lover he'd ever touched, every pussy he'd ever conquered.

Her cunt stretched wide, glowing, dripping black honey that hissed against the floor. It opened like a mouth, like a void begging to consume him.

"Give it to me!" she roared, all her whispers collapsing into one desperate scream.

"Make me choke on your warmth—make me your throne—!"

Kaito grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head back, and slammed his cock inside her abyss.

The shard itself screamed.

The throne exploded in black light, shadows convulsing as his molten heat tore through her insides. She moaned louder, louder, her voices splitting into thousands, echoing through every corner of the shard.

"NnnnNNNGH—! WARMTH—! IT'S TOO MUCH—!"

Every thrust boiled her nectar, melting her throne into steaming rivers. Her clones collapsed one by one, screaming, dissolving into wet nothingness. The walls cracked, dripping semen-like honey that turned to steam in his aura.

The Queen clung to him, clawing his back, her pussy convulsing violently around his cock.

Her voices shrieked, split, then merged into a single broken moan.

"C-can't… hold… nghhh—Kaito… you're… splitting me apart!"

He thrust harder, his warmth flooding her womb, his cock glowing so bright her shadow-flesh turned transparent.

"You were made to drink me dry? Then drink. And choke."

The Queen arched, her shadow-face shattering into fragments of every woman she'd ever copied. Her pussy exploded in a flood of black honey, her moans breaking into silence as his heat burned her whispers into nothing.

When it was over, she collapsed, her throne melted to slag, her body trembling in his grip. Her once-multiplying voices were gone—only a single voice remained, broken, wet, submissive.

"…my god…" she whispered weakly, her cunt still dripping molten honey. "…my warmth… take me… I'm yours…"

Kaito pulled out slowly, his cock steaming, her abyss dripping and quivering like a broken hole. He looked down at her ruined throne, smirking.

"That's right. Queens don't whisper to me. They beg."

The shard trembled one last time, then stilled. Silence. No more whispers—only his warmth filling every corner.