Mana Bomb Soju: The Harem's Wild Welcome Party
The fierce energy clash and group arousal sparked by the Mana Bomb Shot were finally settled—for the moment—thanks to my mediation. Sure, they were still shooting death glares at each other, but at least I'd prevented this massive living room from turning into a warzone for otherworldly powerhouses and getting trashed.
"Everyone, sit down. It's a welcome party—let's just eat some good food."
I naturally lightened the mood and pulled out my smartphone. The house provided by the Awakening Bureau had a living room the size of a gym, but with the auras pouring off these pinnacle beings from each dimension, it felt packed to bursting.
"What's that square slab?"
Elina, glued right to my side on the couch, asked with curious eyes fixed on the vibrant food photos on my phone screen. Even lounging on the plush premium leather sofa, she wouldn't let go of my arm.
"It's a magic tool. For ordering food from merchants far away."
"Space transfer magic? As expected... your world is impressive."
Elina nodded in admiration at the weird misunderstanding. I chuckled and picked out the menu: chicken, pizza, pork hocks, bossam. And a whole box of the star of the show—soju. With this many people, I ordered generously.
"Just wait a bit. It'll be here soon."
I finished paying and looked around at the heroines. The dimension's strongest women sat on the spacious living room sofas—some relaxed, some tense. I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh at the surreal sight.
"While we wait, let's do proper introductions."
I wrapped an arm around Elina's shoulders and started. "This is Elina. My new... lover."
At the word lover, Elina's face flushed bright red. She squirmed bashfully but swept her gaze over the other women with eyes full of superiority. Look, I've been chosen.
"Tch."
Cream puffed out her cheeks and turned away, while Kang Nabi seemed uninterested, buried in her comics.
"Pleased to meet you. I am Northern Archduke Elina Veronica."
Elina spoke with as much dignity as she could muster, chin raised high. But she was wearing nothing but one of my baggy shirts. Her smooth thighs peeked out from under it, radiating more sex appeal than authority.
"I am the Heavenly Demon, Baekhyang."
Baekhyang crossed her arms arrogantly in response. She eyed Elina up and down before opening her mouth. "The North... isn't that a frozen wasteland? Judging by your attire, you must hate the heat quite a bit."
"...This is what Siegfried dressed me in. Got a problem?"
"No problem, but it seems a bit rude. Going bottomless in front of your husband's guests."
"What did you say?!"
Sparks flew right from the start.
Ding-dong!
Just then, the doorbell rang like a savior.
"It's here!"
I jumped up and headed to the door. A line of delivery guys stood there with the goods.
"Whoa... having a party?"
I tipped the stunned drivers generously and hauled the mountain of food to the living room.
"All this... is food?"
Elina's eyes went wide. The vast marble table overflowed with dishes. The savory oil scents and spicy seasonings filled the air.
"Dig in."
I tore open the packaging, revealing steaming chicken and pizza, glossy pork hocks gleaming invitingly. Even these haughty heroines' eyes locked on instantly. Even that Heavenly Demon gulped audibly.
"Is this... chicken?"
Elina pointed at the saucy fried chicken.
"Yeah. If you're in Korea, you gotta have chicken."
I grabbed a drumstick and held it to her lips. She hesitated, then took a cautious bite.
Crunch!
"...!"
Her blue eyes widened round. The sweet-spicy sauce, crispy batter, and bursting juices were a total shock compared to the bland fare of the harsh North. Modern civilization's sweet-savory punch hit like a bomb.
"D-delicious...!"
"Right?"
"What's this crunch? And this sauce... it's melting my tongue."
She grabbed my wrist and wolfed down the rest, red sauce smearing her lips like a perfect hamster.
"How unsophisticated. First time with chicken?"
Yvonah smirked elegantly, picking up a pizza slice. She'd visited my dimension a few times before and was used to modern grub.
"Must be a staple for princesses like you. You've put on some weight, haven't you?"
Elina fired back without missing a beat. Yvonah's eyebrow twitched.
"This is voluptuousness. Unlike you bony types."
"Hey, hey, no fighting—let's drink."
(Elina wasn't that skinny, but...) I pulled out my ace before things got ugly: shimmering green bottles. Soju.
I don't care for booze myself, but I know it's king for occasions like this.
"What's this? Water?"
"Booze. Very special stuff."
I popped the cap and poured generously into glasses. The alcohol scent hit hard.
"In Korea, you drink soju. National rule."
"Soju...?"
Baekhyang lifted a glass curiously. "Clear. Doesn't look too potent."
"You'll see once you try."
Everyone grabbed a glass. Kang Nabi pretended disinterest but slyly held hers out.
"Cheers!"
Clink!
The glasses rang cheerfully through the vast room. Elina timidly sipped—then slammed it back.
"Guh...!"
Her brows furrowed. The sharp burn sliding down her throat.
"Bitter... poison?"
"Feels that way at first. But then comes the sweet aftertaste."
Sure enough, she smacked her lips and tilted her head. The subtle sweetness lingering after the bite.
"Hmm... not bad. Clean finish."
Baekhyang liked it, downing two in a row.
"Pair it with snacks. Pork hocks suck cold."
I wrapped some in lettuce and fed it to Elina. She ate while glancing at me—Is this okay with everyone watching? But the meat-garlic harmony melted her expression fast.
The mood warmed up. But something was missing. These were superhumans. S-rank hunters, Heavenly Demon, archduke. This proof wouldn't faze them till dawn.
They need to get drunk for the real fun to start.
I grinned and raised my glass, dropping a sly suggestion.
"Everyone's still fine? Boring."
"This is water."
Choi Rin shrugged.
"That's why I'm proposing this."
I placed a hand on a soju bottle and channeled my mana inside.
Whoosh!
The clear liquid flickered red for a split second.
"Plain is bland, so how about mixing in your own energy? Mana, internal energy, whatever."
"...What?"
Eyes widened all around. Infusing booze with high-density power wasn't just getting tipsy—it was an internal energy showdown, forcing your body to contain the explosion.
That's the game to bond fast.
"Ho... sounds fun."
Baekhyang bit first, as expected. A battle maniac couldn't resist the challenge.
"Wonder if you can handle my Heavenly Demon energy."
Black aura flowed from her fingertip into the glass, turning the booze dark red with a heavy vibe.
"Can't lose."
Choi Rin fired up her hero energy too.
"If Master wishes."
Yvonah added mana, Cream mixed holy power for purification... but toned it to just a glow to match the vibe.
"Elina, you?"
She hesitated at my question. But Baekhyang's mocking glance lit her pride.
"Think a Northern woman backs down from booze?"
She blew cold energy in. Frost rimed the surface, chilly vapor rising.
Kang Nabi freaked and stuck to plain soju. Yvonah, knowing her place, joined her with regular pours.
Somehow, Kang Nabi and Yvonah teamed up. Feisty cat and quiet slave princess. An amusing duo.
"Alright. One-shots. Losers... out of my bed tonight."
Eyes flashed at my declaration. Out? Unthinkable. Tonight was do-or-die. No backing down.
"Cheers!"
We slammed them back. Gulp! Gulp!
Bombs of clashing energies scorched down our throats. Heat, cold, heaviness exploded in our guts simultaneously.
"Kuh...!"
Baekhyang slammed her glass down, wiping her mouth. "Not bad. Stomach's tingling."
But it hit perfectly. Suppressing the energies dropped their resistance, letting alcohol smash their brains. One glass, two, three. Bottles emptied, faces flushed. Hidden natures—or drinking habits—started spilling out.
"Heyyy, baby brooo..."
Choi Rin crumbled first. Eyes glazed, she crawled to my side and slumped her head on my shoulder.
"You... can't do this to meee..."
Her usual tomboy vibe vanished; booze mode activated. She chomped my arm.
"Ow!"
"Meant to hurt! Hing... love meee..."
"Move aside, you rootless wench."
Elina staggered up, face red as a ripe apple. No trace of her usual iciness—eyes brimming with lust. She shoved Choi Rin off and plopped onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and breathing hot.
"Siegfried... so hot..."
She unbuttoned her shirt one by one. Bare skin, no bra.
"Here... it's burning... fill me up..."
She guided my hand to her breast. Northern Archduke's dignity? Fucked off. She thirsted for me.
"Master, you're quite drunk."
Yvonah approached gracefully. But her eyes were hazy too.
(Why? Yvonah shouldn't be drunk.)
Oblivious to my confusion, she tried prying Elina off and whispered in my ear. "Night service is a slave's duty. Use me, not that amateur."
She boldly stroked over my pants. The princess who turns slutty for her master.
"Who do you think you are? I decide the order."
Baekhyang clutched a whole bottle. Wobbly but blocking my front.
"Husband! Tonight, we duel. On the bed... see who tires first. Heh heh heh."
Battle maniac stayed one drunk. Just switched to bed battles.
Chaos. Hot chaos.
Then Kang Nabi slunk over from the corner, face beet-red, burrowing cat-like behind me.
"Hey..."
She rubbed her face on my back. Cat ears and tail popped out, swishing.
"What?"
"Just... you smell good. Don't get ideas!"
She grumbled but hugged my waist tight. Tail coiled my leg. Heat-in-heat cat. Mouth said no, body screamed yes—adorably.
"Sieg~ let's playyy~"
Cream clutched her staff like a mic, belting a lewd song she'd picked up somewhere. No hymn.
"Hey, don't crowd so much. I'll die."
I cried out in bliss. Elina kissing my chest, Yvonah undoing my belt, Choi Rin sucking my ear, Kang Nabi licking my back.
"You won't die! We'll protect you!"
"No! Die! We'll drain you dry till you do... get ready."
Elina gazed up with hazy eyes and whispered.
"Show me... that you're mine... only me, not those bitches..."
Her taunt shifted the mood. Jealousy blazed.
"What? This hick."
"Master, we gotta train that bitch first?"
Yvonah grinned wickedly, pulling out my cock.
"Shall we... begin?"
I knew the only way to sort this mess. Words ignored? Communicate with bodies. Hard and deep.
I gripped Elina's waist tight. This mansion wouldn't survive the night unscathed. But even if Earth ended tomorrow, no man would clear this table.
"All of you, come at me. I'll send every last one off satisfied."
With my battle cry, the welcome party charged toward its hottest, stickiest climax.