Harem Master - Rpg Story

Hello everyone! It took a while (longer than I wanted), but I've finally made chapter 14th, and I'm not taking any more of your time, enjoy reading!

Thanks to Netrepid for the editing and 7OO Tnega Terces for all the help in creating this story!

Skills reminder Asher (Harem Master)

Building harem - allows adding members to a harem, grants relationship levels, and limits the number of members to 2

Building relationship - grants exp points for sexual activities (kissing, touching, oral)

Stats amplification - Asher doesn't get his own stats, but gains 1% of his partner's stats

Partner enhancement - Asher can boost 1 of his partner's 1 stat for 10 points

Additional protection - members of harem can't get pregnant

Skills reminder Elara (Asher's girlfriend, assassin)

Fast Attack - Elara gains 5 agility for one attack (upgraded by Asher - removed negative effect of reducing strength)

Better eyesight - Elara can slightly better detect traps in dungeon

Nimble movement - Elara can slightly easier dodge attacks

Master essence - when there's Asher's cum in Elara's body, she gets 5 agility

Powerful attack - for a single attack, deal additional 20 damage. Only available if Asher made Elara come in the last 3 hours

Skills reminder Ava (Fire Mage)

Fireball - Shoots fireballs

Fire Shield - Creates a shield from fire

Nature Resistance - Grants resistance to earth and nature magic

Liquid Mana - For swallowing a load of cum grants stacks, which grant additional mana

--- Madelyn ---

Madelyn was always an early riser, so it wasn't a problem for her to set up a meeting with her tutor, Rachel, before other classes even started. They were supposed to talk about her class and further development at the Academy, in theory, things that should be the most important for her right now. However, her mind was occupied with something different. Or rather, someone. Asher had gotten into an argument with his girlfriend, and Madelyn had run away to her room rather than talk and try to cheer him up.

She wanted to know what had happened. Asher and Elara seemed to be so much in love with each other, and just a moment before, they had all been sitting in the room, and everything had seemed fine. Madelyn knew that one argument wasn't the end of the world, but it was a crack in their relationship, which, if not properly patched, could grow and lead to the end of it when there would be too many unresolved issues.

That was what had happened to her parents. Madelyn didn't remember the exact details. She had been too small to remember or fully understand what her parents were arguing about, but over the years, there had been growing friction between them, which they ignored, and it eventually led to their divorce.

Madelyn's father moved out of the city, and the girl was left only with her mother, who worked long hours to pay the bills. In the end, her parents weren't a very active part of Madelyn's life.

The support girl stopped before her teacher's door and took a deep breath, trying to chase away the negative thoughts from her head. If she could only sort out her own problems, then perhaps she could have helped Asher, rather than run away depressed with her own demons from the past.

After knocking and getting invited in, Madelyn entered the tutor's office. Rachel wore long blue jeans that fitted tightly to her shapely legs and a white shirt that gave her an elegant appearance, and buttoned up to the neck, made Rachel look unusually modest.

"Hey, Maddy, how's it going? How are you feeling?" the teacher asked as the girl settled in the chair in front of her. Madelyn wondered if Rachel was asking out of courtesy or if she had noticed something in her behavior or posture that betrayed she was worried and stressed.

"It's fine, thank you," Madelyn lied with a small smile.

"I talked with Professor Brown, and she agreed to have individual lessons with you once a week. You will need to sort out the meeting dates, but she's a very nice woman. I think you will get along without a problem."

Madelyn nodded. "Thank you," she answered.

"Here's her number. Just call her and set up a meeting," Rachel said, handing over a piece of paper. Madelyn took it with a nod. She planned to call after leaving the room--or should she look for Asher to talk to him instead? Or perhaps it would be better to wait until they ran into each other during their classes. If Asher wanted to talk about his argument, the class wouldn't be the best place for that. What if he didn't want to talk to her at all? She had a perfect chance yesterday, but she had let it slip away.

"Maddy, I can tell that something is wrong." Rachel stopped the stream of Madelyn's thoughts, and the girl focused back on her teacher, briefly wondering what had given her away.

"It's nothing..."

"I'm here to help you. Not only with your class, but with any problems you encounter."

"Umm... It's not even about me," Madelyn answered hesitantly.

"About Asher?" Rachel guessed without even a second thought.

Madelyn wondered if Rachel already knew about his argument or what had happened with Zack, or if she was just guessing.

"So, yes. What happened?" Rachel asked when Madelyn didn't answer.

"It's their business..."

"Their?"

Madelyn bit her lip but then mumbled her answer. "They argued."

Rachel nodded slowly, looking thoughtful.

"Do you know what they argued about?" Madelyn asked, hoping that the teacher knew more since she didn't seem surprised about that.

"I have my speculations, but it's for Asher to choose whether he wants to tell you about it."

Madelyn nodded while biting her lip, worried again that she had lost her chance for that yesterday. That was a perfect opportunity to get closer to him and Madelyn regretted not taking it.

"Are you that concerned about it?" Rachel asked, tilting her head and observing Madelyn carefully.

"Umm... Asher is my... friend," the girl answered, although she had doubts if, after such a brief acquaintance, they were already friends. For her, Asher was already her best friend, but she wondered who she was to him in his mind.

"He was really saddened by this argument, and that was just after what happened on the square," Madelyn added.

"What happened on the square?" Rachel asked immediately.

Madelyn bit her lip, realizing that it had slipped from her mouth and that Rachel apparently didn't know anything about it yet. The girl wondered if she should tell everything to their tutor. That was Asher's problem, and he wanted to take care of that himself, perhaps he didn't want to get the teachers involved in that.

"Madelyn," Rachel said firmly and demandingly. The girl decided that Asher already had his argument on his mind, so Rachel could at least help him quickly with Zack. If she could help him at all.

"Yesterday... Zack and his two friends attacked Asher."

Rachel's demeanor changed immediately, she leaned forward, wrinkling her forehead. "What? Did something happen to him?"

Madelyn shook her head quickly. "No, no, everything's fine. Ava and Tiffany jumped in to help him. I even wanted him to go to the medics, but he insisted that he was alright."

"Good," Rachel answered, leaning back in her chair. Her face was more relaxed now, but her eyes were not focused on Madelyn anymore.

"Could you maybe help him somehow? Take care of Zack so he would not bother him anymore?"

"Yes, don't worry about that, Maddy. I will take care of that. Thank you for telling me," Rachel answered. "Do you have anything else to ask, because if not, we'll end our meeting now. I want to take care of that as quickly as possible."

Madelyn shook her head and, after a farewell, she left the room of her tutor, hoping that at least Rachel would help Asher when he needed it.

--- Asher Montgomery ---

Asher stood next to the bed where Elara lay curled up. She was hugging a pillow to herself, holding it in her arms and between her knees. When Asher had gotten up in the morning and read through her messages, sent throughout the night, he immediately headed to the house and found his girlfriend sleeping in their bed. He wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep, but if they wanted to talk before classes, he needed to wake her up. However, they still had some time and weren't in a rush.

He took off his shoes, socks, and trousers, remaining in his boxers and shirt, then lay down on the bed behind Elara and shifted slowly to embrace her in his arms. The girl murmured and moved closer to him, her ass, covered only by underwear, pushing against his crotch and wiggling as he pulled her against his chest.

Asher was stroking her arms gently until Elara muttered something again and turned around in his arms. When she was facing him, she pushed her head into his chest, looking down, so Asher couldn't see her face. She put her arms around him and squeezed, while intertwining their legs so they were as close as possible.

"I'm sorry," Elara muttered quietly, but even in that short and barely comprehensible statement, Asher heard sadness in her voice. It wasn't long before he felt her tears on his chest.

He stroked her short, light hair as she sobbed in his arms.

"I..." Elara started, but stopped and didn't say anything more for some time, while still pushing her face against his muscular chest.

"I love you, Elara," Asher said, uncertain what he was supposed to say, when his heart was breaking as he saw her in a state like that. He wanted her to feel better but didn't know how to make that happen, and he knew that they couldn't just ignore their argument and they needed to talk about it.

Elara sniffled before speaking, her weak voice trembling with emotions. "I'm sorry."

Asher opened his mouth, wanting to tell her that everything was alright, that nothing had happened, but he stopped because that wasn't the truth. Nothing was fine in their relationship. His class created problems they needed to take care of if they wanted to be happy together.

"I'm not even sure what you are apologizing for, Elara," Asher whispered instead, hoping that she would open up, say something more and share what she was thinking. But she stayed silent, while sobbing softly.

"Elara, we can't just ignore this and pretend that nothing happened. If we want our relationship to survive, we need to talk."

"I'm sorry... That I pushed you," Elara said, squeezing him harder. "That I ran away. That I was screaming. That I accused you of..." Elara sniffled and let out her breath slowly. "That I went behind your back to talk with Rachel. I'm sorry."

Asher sighed, and before he had a chance to answer, Elara continued whispering.

"I'm scared, Asher."

He frowned, trying to understand what exactly she was afraid of.

"That you would leave me when you find someone better than me," Elara added and sobbed, crying even harder now. Asher waited for a moment, trying to comfort her with his gentle caresses, but when he collected his thoughts, he leaned back, grabbed her chin, and turned it so they were looking at each other. Her eyes and cheeks were reddened and wet from tears. Asher felt awful seeing her like that.

"Elara, I love you, and you know that I will never leave you. Whatever happens, I will always be with you."

The girl opened her eyes but froze, staring at him in silence. A wave of unease crept over Asher, spreading through his entire body and mind, leaving him tense as he continued to hold Elara.

"You don't trust me," Asher murmured, the realization hitting him hard. His assurances meant nothing because she didn't believe him.

More tears showed in her eyes. Elara quickly turned her head down, unable to hold his gaze anymore.

"That's not like that. I... I don't know what intentions those women have towards you... Rachel..."

"That's not important, El. Their intentions towards me don't matter. You should trust me, that no matter what they want, I want to be with you."

"It's easy for you to say that. What if I wanted to sleep with other men? Wouldn't you be afraid of their intentions?"

"No," Asher answered, and Elara lifted her eyes to look at him while frowning. "Their intentions don't matter. I wouldn't like it no matter what," Asher explained while looking her deep into the eyes. Elara sighed and rested her head on his chest, letting his chin rest on top of her head.

"That's why I don't understand you," Asher continued. "For me, the situation with Ava yesterday, if it was reversed, would not be acceptable. And it seems like you don't have a problem with that," Asher said and fell silent, waiting for an answer. Elara only shook her head, confirming his suspicion. "But when it comes to Rachel..."

Elara didn't answer for a moment, but finally started to speak. "Do you remember how you told me that you wouldn't have a problem if I wanted to sleep with another woman?"

"Yes," Asher answered slowly, wondering where she was going with that.

"Don't their intentions matter? What if one of them wanted to take me away from you?"

Asher imagined how he would feel in a situation like this, but before he could think about his feelings, Elara lifted her head and looked him in the eyes.

"Tamara said that she's a lesbian and she's not interested in men, but clearly expressed that she's interested in me. Would you have a problem if I slept with her, if you don't do anything with her? Even if she may want something more and might try to convince me to break up with you?"

Asher tried to ignore erotic images of his girlfriend having sex with another hot girl, as that wasn't helping in the conversation that they were having.

"No," he answered firmly after a moment of thinking. "I know that Tamara can't take you away from me. No one can take you away from me. Even if you sleep with her, you are with me, you love me, and you will always return to me."

Tears appeared in Elara's eyes, and she hid her face, hugging his chest tightly. Asher put a hand on her head and stroked her hair, unsure why she was crying again.

"I don't deserve you," Elara mumbled, in such a way that Asher wasn't even sure if he understood her correctly, especially because words like that really didn't fit his girlfriend.

"I- I don't know if I can be like that. I don't know... if I can trust you like that."

Asher wanted to say something, but a lump rose in his throat when, after six years of relationship, Elara still didn't know if she could trust him. He knew it wasn't a typical situation, but it still hurt him.

Elara tilted her head, and when she looked him in the eyes, she frowned. "I'm sorry," she said and pecked him, then hugged him tightly. "I- I will try. I will try to trust you. I want to trust you. Okay?"

Asher nodded lightly, trying to collect his thoughts, he wasn't even sure what Elara meant by saying those words. She kissed his neck, brushing his skin with her lips, shifting higher until she reached his ear, and her hot breath spread across his skin as she remained still without saying anything. Then, she took a deep breath before speaking again.

"You can sleep with whoever you want," she whispered. "Only... return to me... don't forget about me..."

"Elara," Asher said, shifting his lips to her ear and kissing her earlobe. "I will never forget about you. You are my girlfriend. My love. I want to share the rest of my life with you. No woman could ever change that."

They cuddled for a moment. Asher wasn't sure what to make of her statement. Previously, she had wanted a say in the women that he would choose. What Asher realized, based on what she told him now, was that what she had really wanted was to only let him choose women whom she wouldn't feel threatened by. Ones that couldn't break up their relationship and take him away from her. That would fit with her acceptance of Ava, as that girl didn't seem interested in a relationship, or in Asher at all, beyond the boosts that his class could offer.

And that would explain why she was so against Rachel, because his teacher had shown interest in him before knowing about his class and wanted to be intimate with him not for his class boosts. Elara and Asher both didn't know what Rachel's intentions were. It hurt Asher that Elara didn't trust him, and doubts about their relationship's survival appeared in his mind.

That thought made his whole body tense, goosebumps showed on his skin, and he felt terrible. Elara was the one and only love of his life. The idea of them not being together had never crossed his mind so seriously before, and he really didn't like these thoughts. But if she couldn't trust him after so long, would she ever be able to trust him? Did he want to be with someone who couldn't trust him? Asher sighed, unsure of what to do with all of that.

"Make love to me," Elara whispered.

Asher kissed her neck. He still wasn't sure what to do, but in all his doubts, he was certain that he didn't want to give up on their relationship. Elara wasn't perfect. He wasn't perfect either. All of this was still fresh - it hadn't even been a week since his birthday, when he'd gotten his class. Perhaps they hadn't started all of this well, but maybe they could make it work. Asher wanted to make it work and be with Elara. He hoped that her statements from moments before were true and that she wanted to change to be with him too.

He knew this wasn't the end of their problems or Elara's worries, but he really hoped that she would trust him, and he decided to prove that what he said was true, and he would show her that no one would ever replace her in his life.

Asher kissed her neck while turning their bodies so she was on her back and he hovered over her. Slowly, his lips brushed her skin, moving over her chin to reach her pink lips. He connected their mouths in a slow and long kiss. Elara put her hands on his back and slowly rubbed it as Asher knelt between her spread legs. Elara pulled him down so he lay on her body, pushing his chest against her tits, and his cock rested on her crotch. They both still had their underpants on, but he shifted his hips slightly, rubbing his cock against her pussy.

Elara kissed him passionately, as Asher held one hand on her head, with his fingers interlaced in her blonde hair, and his other hand stroked her arm slowly, caressing her soft and warm skin, feeling her slender muscles she had developed through years of training.

Asher stopped their kiss and lifted his head slightly. Elara lay beneath him, her eyes still red, and he could see vulnerability in them, which he had never seen in her before.

"I love you, Elara," Asher whispered, trying to pour all his feelings into those three words. They stayed like that without movement, staring deeply into each other's eyes, until Elara puckered her lips, and Asher leaned down to peck her gently. This time, the kiss was short, and Asher shifted along her skin to her neck. Elara squeezed him tighter, wrapping both her legs around his hips, clinging to his body, so he wasn't even able to rub his cock against her anymore, while she pressed her pussy tightly against his shaft.

Asher kissed her neck, gently caressing her skin and trying to show all of his love in gestures. "I love you too," Elara whispered. Asher could hear the beginning of crying in her voice, but didn't stop his soft kisses, while his hand continued stroking the side of her body. Elara clung to him so tightly that he couldn't reach his destination, her tits were flattened on his chest, he could feel that she didn't have a bra under her shirt.

More tears poured down Elara's face. Asher shifted his lips to her ear, and alternately kissed it tenderly and whispered declarations of love and assurance that everything would be alright. He suffered too, seeing a person that he loved the most in the world hurting and crying, and knowing that he was part of her problems didn't help at all.