Rise of the Harem King

Davi woke up suffocated. Not by some dungeon monster, but by something much more dangerous: Ange's huge, soft breasts.

At some point in the morning, she had pulled him into a hug in her deep sleep, crushing his face between her soft curves. And now, he was struggling to breathe, trapped in that dangerous paradise.

Ten days.

It was the tenth day inside the dungeon, ten days without sex, without relief, without anything. And Ange's body, warm and molded against his, was testing every ounce of his resistance, making him vividly remember how much he missed his girlfriends.

He tried to carefully pull away, but Ange grumbled and squeezed him tightly, her thighs almost swallowing his face.

Desperate, he tried to push her away, but his hands slipped and squeezed something soft and firm at the same time. His fingers sank into Ange's breasts before he could react. And then… silence.

The air became heavy.

Slowly, Davi raised his eyes and met hers, awake, staring at him with a mixture of sleepiness and shame...

His heart stopped.

And then, she lowered her gaze.

Still sleepy, she noticed there was something poking her belly. It was Davi's enormous cock. Hard and imposing, it was pressing against her as if ready for fun.

For an instant, she felt a strange warmth in her belly, while she became even more embarrassed by it all.

Only then did she notice she was hugging Davi and correctly guessed that they had gotten into that situation because of her.

Pulling away from him, she apologized, embarrassed.

"Sorry, I ended up hugging you during the night," Ange said. But as she stood up abruptly, she stepped on a pen lying on the floor and stumbled backward.

Davi moved quickly, grabbing her by the waist before she could fall. As a result, they found themselves face-to-face, their lips just inches apart.

A bit lower, Ange could feel his massive cock pressing against her thigh once again.

Instinctively, they both stepped back, putting some distance between them. A brief silence followed.

Before the awkwardness could stretch on too long, Ange softly apologized for waking him and said she understood that everything that happened was an accident.

She couldn't deny a flicker of curiosity about certain things, but for some reason, her embarrassment overpowered it this time.

"No need to worry, it was about time we got up anyway," Davi replied with a smile. "I'm a guy, you know, don't forget that."

He adjusted his pants, trying to hide his erection, but it was a hopeless task.

"I have certain… urges, and it's tough when you're so careless. It'd help me focus if you could be a bit more careful."

"I understand…" she replied shyly.

"Alright, I'll make breakfast for us," he said. Lately, he'd taken on the responsibility of cooking all their meals.

Ange wasn't a bad cook, but for the sake of their base's structural integrity, it was better if Davi handled everything.

"Uh…" Before he could walk away, Ange tugged at his shirt sleeve, catching his attention.

"What's up?" He turned to face her.

"Well…" Her face flushed even more. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked in a hushed voice, "Do I… make you feel those urges?"

What kind of question is that? Davi wondered to himself. Ange could say the most absurd things at times, and it was hard to come up with a good response.

His gaze locked onto hers, then drifted down to her voluptuous breasts. The thin shirt she wore barely contained them, revealing the outline of her nipples.

"Yes," he answered honestly. "If it wasn't obvious," he added, slightly embarrassed as he recalled his body's reaction. "I find you very attractive."

Unsure where this conversation might lead, Davi quickly turned and focused on his task of cooking.

Ange, meanwhile, stood frozen, processing what she'd heard, her face burning with embarrassment.

"What am I thinking?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head quickly. "I'm his teacher. This is wrong. Besides, he already has a girlfriend…"

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After a full day immersed in research, Davi and Ange returned to the small improvised base. As always, as soon as Ange lay down, Davi grabbed his sword, checked the blade's edge, and went out to hunt silently.

He needed the training. He needed to feel the real weight of combat. The more real combat experience, the stronger he would become.

In the third corridor on the left, his footsteps echoed and awakened a trio of gray-skinned predators with long claws, Nightstalkers, fast creatures that were normally deadly to anyone who didn't have sharp reflexes.

Davi smiled wryly and held back any urge to use one of his abilities. Those monsters weren't that strong, so, to ensure he had a challenge, he decided he would only use his sword.

The first one came running low, trying to bite his leg. Davi spun his body and, with a clean cut, opened the creature's flank.

The second one jumped from above, trying to grab his shoulder. He blocked, but the impact made the blade vibrate. The third one kept its distance, circling as if waiting for the right moment.

Davi took a few steps back, creating some distance. Without using skills, it was hard to muster enough attack power to kill his enemies, so the fight dragged on.

He narrowly dodged, slashed when he could, and used every tiny opening to counterattack, slowly bringing his opponents down one by one. But his body was already protesting, hours of work, lack of sleep, and now combat were draining his strength.

By the eighth enemy of the night, fatigue finally caught up with him. He mistimed a step, and one of the claws grazed his arm, leaving a burning cut. Warm blood trickled down, and the metallic taste of blood spread through his mouth.

That only drove him forward faster. With a grunt, he ignored the pain, rushed the last monster, and drove his sword straight into the base of its skull, yanking it out in a sharp motion that left the body collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

Feeling the intense pain coursing through his body, he sat down and began healing himself with one of Sophia's abilities.

"I think it's better to head back…" he murmured in a weary voice.

With a sigh, he made his way back to the base. But when he arrived, he was surprised to find Ange still awake, holding a bowl of soup. Her fingers bore small burn marks, and he noticed signs around the place that she had been cooking for a while.

In truth, he had no way of knowing it, but she had kept trying again and again until she felt she had made something perfect.

"You're finally back. I prepared something for you," she said with a gentle smile.

Davi looked at her in surprise, which made her smile softly in return.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out?"

She set the soup down on a chair and walked over to him with light, careful steps.

"You've seemed really worried lately. Did something happen? Why are you pushing yourself so hard?" She reached up and touched his face softly.