The Sultan's Harem Ride
A train shaped like a splendid carriage began to move slowly. It looked more like an amusement ride focused on glamour and beauty than thrills. Metaphysical patterns adorned the tapestries hanging on the walls.
"So pretty..."
Scenes of war passed by: spears, chariots, human figures. A Middle Eastern general with a veiled face was depicted defeating his enemies. The falling people were rendered overly romantic, but not to the point of being hard to stomach.
As the carriage advanced, the story unfolded bit by bit. The general battled massive beasts, plundered white women, fought to defend his territory, and invaded wicked foreign lands at the call of the gods. The storytelling through tapestries, models, and figures made the exact details unclear, but the general plot was understandable. It turned out the general was a prince, culminating in him becoming sultan in the end.
Apart from the incredibly high quality of the models, pictures, and tapestries, it was just a standard sensory ride. The depictions of Middle Eastern cities and desert scenes were well done, but nothing mind-blowing. The narration, sound effects, and occasional videos were appropriate, though the story itself wasn't that great.
The carriage slowly entered the next area. The newly enthroned emperor entered a space allowed only to him. It was the harem.
I'd thought the bed in my house was big, but the one here was on another scale entirely. The hanging rugs shimmered beautifully.
"It seems we should rest here for a bit."
Yukiko descended calmly first, calling me in her refined voice.
"Here we go."
I hopped down lightly.
"Uh... um..."
Mikoto wasn't particularly timid, but being petite made the carriage feel relatively high. I couldn't help smiling as I reached out to her.
Mikoto's outfit was just as provocative as Karin's. If Karin evoked a lively dancer, Mikoto looked like a slave freshly captured by pirates and added to the harem. Her white, thin fabric clothing prioritized exposure over coverage—more like a filter enhancing her body's saturation than actual clothes.
The soft touch of Mikoto reached my body. I held her tight and gently set her down on the bed, at which Karin looked a bit surprised.
"I thought you'd be shocked by the vibe here, but that's unexpected?"
"I kinda figured it'd be like this."
Even I wasn't that dense; thinking about who this ride was designed for made it easy to predict.
"It reeks of being a facility for men. Or, common sense-wise, just looking at your outfits..."
"I expected a jump scare, but I didn't see that coming!"
Karin laughed heartily. Then she leaped straight onto the bed and lay facing me, patting it invitingly. Seeing her like that naturally brought a smile to my face.
"There aren't people waiting here because you arranged it separately, right, Yukiko?"
I'd heard plenty about facilities like this. Even non-slave women volunteered as staff to serve men.
"You've noticed. You can assume all seven women depicted in the pictures and models will appear."
"That many?"
I only remembered seeing about three in the artwork, so it was more than expected.
"Well, that's not what's important right now."
Yukiko's black dress swayed softly.
"Originally, seven women are meant to serve, but with far fewer than half that number, we'll have no choice but to work diligently."
Yukiko was already massaging my shoulders. Her strength couldn't really loosen my enhanced muscles, but the sensation of her fingers on my skin was strangely intriguing and fun.
"Seongha, you dance well?"
"No, never tried it."
Karin smacked her lips in disappointment. "Well, can't be helped!"
She began dancing to the quiet Middle Eastern-style music playing from somewhere. Her nipples and slit teased visibility precariously. Noticing my gaze, she flashed a sly smile.
Mikoto, meanwhile, simply threw herself at me. Her explosive breasts pressed through the thin fabric.
"We don't have to do it all four together..."
I'd deliberately avoided 3Ps or 4Ps. At least while being embraced, I wanted every woman to feel like she was the one loved most.
"But it would be too pitiful to chase out a woman who hasn't had sex yet or one who's finished, wouldn't it?"
A small door nearby suggested a basic washing area. But locking women up for tens of minutes to take turns ravaging them wasn't feasible.
"Got it."
With the bed adorned in exotic patterns and three slaves around me, I truly felt like a sultan.
"We shall begin the service now."
At Yukiko's words, the three women clung to me. She deftly undid the ties on my clothes, removing my top and bottoms in sequence.
"No matter how many times I see it... your impressive form remains."
Yukiko lightly licked my neck, then swiftly swapped places with Mikoto on my right. Their movements were orderly, as if rehearsed.
"Naked, you suit the title of emperor even more than clothed."
Yukiko and Karin knelt on either side of my cock. The bed was so vast that plenty of space remained.
"Gathering three women and making them serve so humiliatingly... you're a demon, a total demon..."
Karin's words irked Yukiko, but as always, Karin paid it no mind.
"Me too, I'll serve you, Seongha oppa!"
Mikoto pressed her breasts against my back. Their weight alone was substantial, with soft, jiggly sensations to boot. If not for Yukiko and Karin starting to suck my cock, I'd have turned around to grope them immediately—it was that enticing.
"Slurp, mmm, does it feel good?"
Yukiko even opened her mouth during the blowjob to ask my opinion. Karin ignored such things, sucking enthusiastically except for brief eye contact.
These three showed distinct styles even in fellatio. Yukiko actively used her tongue, controlling pace and technique. Mikoto sucked gently and passively until I gave a command or two, then serviced fearlessly. Karin attacked like it was a contest to extract semen first, focusing entirely on suction. Whenever she buried her face between my legs, her mouth sucked like it was milking me dry.
"Master, please use my body more roughly..."
At Yukiko's words, I extended my right arm and lightly smacked the top of her ass.
"Ahh!"
The slap echoed as her ass jiggled. Yukiko's face twisted slightly in pleasure. Reaching further, I could tell she was already wet. Touching her bare skin was great, of course, but feeling her ass through the smooth silk was pleasurable too.
"Hmm, aren't you favoring Yukiko too much?"
Karin, still clothed, hiked up her fabric slightly and began a sideways paizuri. Her breasts, usually constrained by tight clothes, felt even larger when freed like this. Yukiko promptly exposed hers too, pressing breast to breast for a double paizuri. The soft breast pressure enveloped my cock.
"I-I can do paizuri for Seongha too..."
"If you joined, your breasts alone would cover it all, so no."
Mikoto whined a bit. As if sulking, she rubbed her breasts against my back and arms, licking my neck.
"Now that your slaves are sufficiently aroused, Master, you must choose whom to ravage first."
"Mm... tough call."
Choosing was impossible. Karin on the left, Yukiko on the right, Mikoto behind—none had flaws.
"In cases like this, judging by value as a female seems the best method."
"What? Wouldn't that put you at a disadvantage, Yukiko?" Karin asked.
"My greatest value is Master's pleasure. Without conditions, I'd have been chosen anyway." Instead, she proposed another contest.
"Please, sit over there for a moment?"
Following Yukiko's lead, I sat at the front of the bed. At her gesture, the three women aligned side by side, facing away on all fours.
"All are your women, Master. Ravish their loyal, appetizing pussies as you desire."
Yukiko's perfect feminine figure, Mikoto's cute build, Karin's toned, sensual physique. Each posed to accentuate hips and pussies, utterly defenseless. I could slap a hand on those slim waists and thrust my erect cock to the hilt without resistance. Their expressions—Yukiko's cool face, Mikoto's tightly shut eyes, Karin's confident smirk—would vanish the instant I penetrated. Filled with pain and pleasure, they'd just beg for more.
I licked my lips in anticipation.