What It Means to Build a Harem (5)
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Lilith saw me and grabbed my cheek, trying to pry my mouth open, but I chewed it up and swallowed it down before she could even force my jaws apart.
“Tough shit!”
Even I couldn't handle twenty hours of sex a day.
Well, maybe for one day.
Actually, I could probably push it to a few days.
But still, this was straight-up impossible.
I'd promised to work hard to make everyone happy, but this was crossing the line.
With five of them, yeah, there were bound to be some unavoidable overlaps.
Five on their side, one of me.
They all had insane stamina that could handle a full day no problem, and Lilith was a succubus on top of that.
Breaking it down, it was only about five hours each, so honestly, they were cutting me a lot of slack since it was still way short of what they needed.
But twenty hours every damn day? That was basically telling me to drop dead.
“...Fine, if you're gonna bitch that hard. Got any better ideas?”
Lilith finally sighed after I put up a fierce resistance.
“...With five of us, how about we rotate by day of the week?”
I could probably scrape by with five days.
That way, after Lilith, I'd get a full day off, then handle the other four over the next four days, and another day off. It might just work.
“No way, sorry. I'm in growth mode now.”
“...Growth mode?”
What the fuck was that?
What was left to grow?
I gave Lilith a once-over.
No matter how I looked, she was already plenty grown—hell, more than enough.
In our house, she might seem modest next to the others, but Lilith was stacked as fuck.
“...You perverted bastard. Not talking about that. Though... yeah, it'll get even bigger.”
“It's gonna get bigger, huh.”
Not that it mattered right now.
But damn, it really was gonna grow more.
“...So? What's this growth mode shit?”
“I'm a succubus, right? And up until you... y'know, I was a virgin.”
“...Don't say 'y'know.'”
There had to be a better way to put it, but nothing nicer came to mind.
Popped? Eaten?
Trying out alternatives just made it worse, so I let it slide and asked again.
“Anyway, what about it?”
“Succubi don't hit their real prime until after losing their virginity. Once they absorb their first essence, they go into a... yeah, think of it like Hoaran's heat cycle. They grow fast based on how much essence they take in, but their lust skyrockets too.”
Heat cycle...
For a while...?
“...How long is 'a while'?”
“Dunno in my case, but the longest I heard was a year. There was this girl Muri—I was gonna put her on the throne after me if no better heir showed up. Hers lasted a full year.”
The more talented the succubus, the longer it dragged on, apparently.
Hearing that from Lilith made my head spin.
A year.
In heat for a whole goddamn year.
And if more talent meant longer, how long would it be for the unparalleled succubus queen Lilith?
Succubi are scary as shit...
“...You humans are the same, horny 24/7 for years.”
“Nah, that's different.”
Ours was just getting hard when we felt like it—not a full-blown heat.
Other races might see it the same way, though.
Anyway, now I got it.
I didn't know exactly how long Lilith's "while" would last, but for now, she was in heat-level craving for essence. To satisfy her—and keep the other wives happy with equal treatment—I'd have to fuck them all just as much.
If it was comparable to Hoaran's heat, five hours a day wouldn't even scratch the surface.
Still...
“Even so, twenty hours a day is fucking impossible.”
“That's why I'm asking if you've got another way!”
Hoaran and Karura chimed in as Lilith and I bickered.
“Th-this one has no heat right now, so I don't mind...”
“Ah, me too—no, I mean, I'm already pregnant, so it's fine...”
“No.”
I shot that down flat.
I knew feelings didn't divide so neatly.
Yielding, consideration—great ideas in theory.
But that shit always led to problems eventually.
Emotions twisted over the smallest things.
This wasn't just for them; it mattered to me too.
I'd try to treat them all equally, but if cracks formed here, who knew how my heart would shift.
Sex was tangled up with love, after all.
It'd be fine at first.
No one's heart flips after one or two skips.
But pile it up, and human nature took over.
“Hmm, how about this...?”
As I shot down Hoaran and Karura's suggestions and kept arguing with Lilith, Yustitia spoke up.
“The point is equal shares with you, right? So divide by number of rounds, not time.”
“Rounds...?”
What difference did that make? But I heard her out.
“How do you even split that?”
“Normally, it's impossible to count precisely... but you're special, Hanjo.”
Special how? Then it clicked from her explanation.
“Normal guys vary wildly day to day... but you can go until your stamina taps out.”
True.
Thanks to my satyros traits.
“Super easy to quantify. We can tweak your Body Checker specs in a sec. Here, lemme see it?”
I didn't get it fully, but I handed over my Body Checker.
“We'll decide after checking.”
“Yeah, hold on...”
She said "just a sec," and it really was.
A whir, magic circles floating over it—then she handed it back. Done.
“...That's it? Nothing changed.”
“You'll see.”
I checked anyway.
And yeah, something had.
192/243
“...What's this?”
“Your max ejaculation count and current possible count based on stamina.”
“No way.”
Two hundred fucking something ejaculations?
Current was just over 190, max a breezy 243.
Considering I was recovering from the drain with some food and inner core absorption, it lined up perfectly with my gut feeling.
Real deal: max shots I could fire, current capacity.
243 max.
Honeybee Punches alone—243 shots.
With Dragon Claw assist, over a thousand.
Just two weeks ago in Narmer Kingdom, my limit was a measly 100.
But I'd dumped all those upgrades into stamina, plus Level Drain from screwing way higher-level Lilith, Hoaran, and Yustitia. Storm of growth.
Was I really the guy who wilted after eight rounds in Lilith's audition...?
Even 240 of back-then me couldn't touch current me. Wild.
“...243. Humanly possible? Hydration?”
“243... 243...”
I wasn't the only one shocked by the hard numbers.
Lilith muttered in disbelief; Hoaran blushed, repeating it like a mantra.
“As expected of this realm's hero! Honestly, even I can't hog you solo anymore—hilarious! One night won't cut it now!”
Karmine laughed too.
Made sense—she was the only wife I always beat in bed.
Even back in Narmer, I edged out her and Karura together.
Karmine had a succubus-level weak pussy, unlike Lilith's race advantage.
Not speciesist, just facts.
Toughest: Lilith. Then heat-mode Hoaran. Then stamina monster Yustitia.
“...Cool. So 243 divided by five?”
“Hold up.”
Dividing 243? Still sucking me dry.
What's the diff from twenty-hour days?
After back-and-forth—Yustitia noting daily variance, etc.—we settled on max 200 a day.
200 was still insane.
But Lilith wouldn't budge beyond that.
And accounting for future growth, final call: 80% evenly split among wives.
“...This right?”
“You said you'd make us happy.”
“Yeah, but...”
Was this really okay?
No choice now.
Embrace my fate.
“Anyway, tracking and splitting daily sounds annoying.”
“No worries. Like this.”
Yustitia tweaked the rings I'd given them into artifacts.
Basic effect: daily fair-share counts from me.
“Heh... way easier.”
Lilith eyed the 40 floating over her ring, then looked at me.
Why stare...?
Eyes turning bloodshot?
Well, they were red anyway.
“Guess we test if this works right?”
“...Huh?”
“Yeah... I think it's good, but better safe. Test run?”
Yustitia nodded at Lilith's words.
“You think so too, right, Hanjo...?”
She smirked—just a tiny bit.
Wait, hold up.
Real talk, I planned to rest today.
“Wait, Lilith. Even as wives, group stuff feels off.”
Hoaran's voice hit like a savior's right before hell.
But.
“We should take turns properly, no...?”
No real block—just group sex weirdness.
I stared blankly at her.
Betrayed by trusted Hoaran.
Not really, but felt like it.
“No worries! In my kingdom, wives bonded by sharing nights. Dunno this world, but to me, it's normal!”
“R-really?”
No.
Gotta be bullshit.
Don't feed Hoaran lies, Karmine—she buys it easy.
“Then... this one too...”
See? There it goes.
“...Yeah, sure? What, pants still on?”
Lilith's words sealed it—rest day fucked.
I accepted quietly.