Evil Monarch: The Psycho's Harem

Anos's gaze darkened slightly at the system's cryptic remark.

"A certain system?" he mused internally. "Which system could possibly take an interest in my newfound nature?"

Though curiosity flickered in his mind, he chose not to inquire further. If it was important, he would find out soon enough.

The system, however, had other matters to discuss.

[Master, you have yet to claim your rewards for fully conquering Iris.]

Anos's brow arched. "Rewards?"

[Of course. Did you think such a momentous event would go unrewarded? Claim them now.]

Amused, Anos extended his hand toward the floating blue screen. With a single thought, the rewards flowed into his being, and his mind was flooded with knowledge.

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First Reward: Abyssal Dual Cultivation – The Merging of the Abyss (Active Skill)

~A skill that transcends ordinary dual cultivation, allowing Anos to merge his essence with his partner's at a profound level. When activated:

~Both he and his partner experience pleasure magnified beyond mortal comprehension.

~Temporarily boosts Anos's strength, endurance, and demonic energy absorption rate after completion.

~The partner's physique, cultivation, and lifespan increase permanently, making them more resilient and attuned to his essence.

~Extended use can foster addiction, ensuring eternal loyalty from his partners.

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Second Reward: Absolute Hypnotize – The Wonders of the Mind (Active Skill)

~A skill that grants Anos absolute control over the minds of those he desires. When activated:

~Can erase, alter, or implant memories at will.

~Enables verbal and non-verbal hypnosis, making his words irresistible.

~Allows him to forcefully enhance his partner's pleasure sensitivity, making even the slightest touch intoxicating.

~The stronger the target's affection or lust for him, the deeper the hypnosis.

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Third Reward: Love – Always Ready to Spread (Passive Skill)

~Anos's body is in a perpetual state of readiness, ensuring that no matter how many rounds he indulges in, his stamina never falters. Effects include:

~Eternal stamina—never tiring no matter how long the act lasts.

~Heightened regeneration, ensuring he can recover instantly after each session.

~His partners never feel fatigue, ensuring they can endure his passion without collapsing too soon.

~His essence carries aphrodisiac properties, ensuring that every encounter is an overwhelming experience.

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Fourth Reward: Divine Hands – The Gentleness of a Man (Passive Skill)

~A skill that grants Anos the ability to bring unparalleled pleasure with just his touch. Effects include:

~His hands can induce waves of ecstasy simply by gliding over skin.

~A single caress can melt resistance and invoke deep longing.

~His fingers can manipulate sensitivity, allowing him to heighten or dull pleasure at will.

~Partners under his touch will feel completely vulnerable and submissive, craving more.

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As the new powers settled into his being, Anos smirked.

"Now this... is interesting."

Anos muttered, his steps coming to a halt before the bedchamber where he had woken up. Having already finished navigating the grand mansion, he instinctively returned to where he had left Iris—only to find the bed empty.

Instead, the soft symphony of running water reached his ears, accompanied by a voice so enchanting that it sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine.

"🎶🎶🎶🎶"

A melody foreign yet undeniably mesmerizing spilled from within the ensuite bathroom. Iris's voice, smooth as silk, carried through the mist-laden air, weaving a spell around him. The way she sang… it was ethereal, like a siren beckoning him closer.

He hadn't bathed since last night's indulgent conquest. A smirk curled on his lips as he flicked his fingers, and just like that, his obsidian defensive skin—his innate, racial armor—retreated, unveiling the unblemished, sculpted perfection of his true form.

The doors whispered open as he stepped inside.

Iris did not flinch, nor did she shy away. Instead, she turned to him, her lavender eyes gleaming, a smile curling her lips. She was undeniably a morning person, and her voice reflected that—bright, cheerful, and utterly alluring.

"Morning, Master."

Anos barely registered her greeting. His ruby eyes had already begun their descent, tracing over every inch of her wet, glistening form.

The water cascaded over her, traveling along the delicate curves of her exquisite frame, accentuating her beauty in ways that made his throat tighten.

Her hair—long, dark, and damp—clung to her skin, strands spilling over her shoulders and trailing down her back, some framing the full swell of her breasts. Droplets gathered at the tips of her hardened nipples, before cascading down the smooth planes of her stomach, gliding over the delicate slope of her waist, and slipping lower, caressing the forbidden petals of her femininity before vanishing between her thighs.

His gaze continued downward, over the soft curve of her hips, the delicate bend of her knees, until finally landing upon her bare, delicate feet—grounded yet exuding a sense of poised elegance.

Every inch of her was temptation.

And she knew it.

Her body responded to his gaze, her breath quickening, her thighs pressing together, as arousal flickered in her violet eyes.

Anos exhaled slowly, his hunger stirring once more.

Iris was simply... divine.

Iris barely had time to react before Anos shut the door behind him, stepping into the shower with predatory grace. The warm water cascaded over them, but the true heat between them had nothing to do with the temperature.

With a swift, possessive pull, he claimed her lips, swallowing her gasp of surprise. Their tongues danced, his dominance unquestioned as he deepened the kiss. His body pressed against hers, and she shivered—not from the water, but from the unmistakable hardness nestled between her soft, round cheeks.

A teasing roll of his hips had her whimpering, her slick entrance parting for him as he guided his thick length between her folds.

"Ahh... ahhh..."

The helpless moans that escaped their sealed lips were sinful music to his ears. With one deep, commanding thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt, stretching her in the most intoxicating way.

His hands gripped her waist, fingers pressing into her damp skin as he controlled her movements—pulling her back, forcing her forward, setting a rhythm that had her entire body trembling.

Then, with a thought, he activated Divine Hands.

Iris's body arched violently, pleasure slamming into her with a force so intense she nearly crumbled in his grasp. Every touch, every drag of his fingertips across her sensitive flesh sent electric ecstasy pulsing through her.

But he wasn't done.

Absolute Hypnotize hummed to life, his deep, commanding voice slipping past her defenses like liquid sin.

"Don't cum before your master."

Iris shuddered. Her body betrayed her, burning with unbearable need, yet her release was just out of reach, held hostage by his words.

Each thrust sent her closer, each drag of his cock against her swollen walls a torment she couldn't escape. She moaned, whimpered, pleaded through their lewdly tangled lips, her entire body begging for what she was forbidden to take.

Anos smirked against her mouth, savoring her torment. Only when he decided she had suffered enough did he finally allow her release.

A broken cry ripped from her throat as her walls clenched, milking him for everything he had. His name left her lips in a shuddering gasp, and with a final, brutal thrust, he joined her in bliss—filling her to the brim as they trembled in each other's grasp.

The moment Anos released inside her, the lingering effects of his essence took hold.

Anos's release carried a potent aphrodisiac, a primal essence that ignited a deeper, more insatiable hunger within them.

The moment their bodies made contact with it, waves of unbearable pleasure crashed over them, their sensitivity skyrocketing. A single touch felt electrifying, a whisper of friction enough to send jolts of pleasure up their spines.

Iris gasped, her body arching against him, thighs trembling as the intoxicating need for more overwhelmed her. Anos's ruby eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.

Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her thighs and the other around her neck, lifting her into his arms in a possessive bridal carry. Her wet, glistening body pressed against his hard chest, the heat between them nearly unbearable.

He strode out of the bathroom, ignoring the rivulets of water still dripping from their bodies. There was no need for words—their hunger was absolute.

Reaching the grand, luxurious bed, he gently placed her down onto the silken sheets, her damp hair fanning around her like a dark halo. The way her flushed, trembling body sank into the plush mattress sent a shiver of raw desire through him.

With deliberate intent, he positioned her in a deep missionary pose—her legs spread wide, bent at the knees as he guided them to rest over his shoulders. This angle left her completely open, exposed, and utterly at his mercy. His broad frame loomed over her, trapping her in place as his tip teased her slick entrance, promising everything she craved.

Then, with a single thought, he activated Abyssal Dual Cultivation.

A sudden force gripped him, and he gasped—his entire length was being pulled into her depths without him even moving. It was as if her insides had become a living abyss, greedily devouring him, drawing him deeper and deeper into a realm of unimaginable pleasure.

Iris let out a helpless, high-pitched moan, her walls convulsing wildly around him, as if trying to consume every inch of his essence.

Their bodies reacted violently to the skill—pleasure tearing through them in waves so intense they should have lost their sanity. But Love, the skill that ensured their pleasure wouldn't break them, surged to life, keeping them tethered to reality even as they drowned in ecstasy.

Their very souls intertwined, power surging between them as they merged in ways beyond the physical. Anos could feel his strength multiplying, his cultivation ascending at a terrifying rate, his very being evolving alongside Iris's.

And still, their bodies demanded more.

His hips finally moved, and the force of his thrusts sent Iris spiraling into another release. Her cries filled the bedchamber, each moan dripping with euphoria as their pleasure-fed power grew.

Time lost meaning.

Their bodies continued to move, over and over, until pleasure and power became one.

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