Harem Master Rpg Story Ch 024

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--- Asher Montgomery ---

When Asher entered Rachel's office, she was sitting behind her desk, piercing him with her brown eyes.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile.

"Sit!" Rachel ordered with the same tone she had used the previous day when she was angry at him.

Asher plopped down in front of her, realizing that she was still mad at him.

"I--" Asher started, but she interrupted him.

"Do you even realize how stressed I am when you go to the dungeon?" Rachel asked.

"Ugh..."

"And you just behave like a reckless kid," Rachel said, standing up. She had a skirt that barely reached her knees and a white buttoned up to her neck shirt that was stretching over her impressive bust.

She walked around her desk, and just for a second, Asher saw a faint smile on her face, but then it was replaced with a scowl as she stared down at him.

"Your apology yesterday was a good start, but I don't think it's enough," Rachel said, stepping between him and her desk, her skirt brushing against his knees.

"With how stressed you made me, I believe that you should help me with some relief," Rachel stated, sitting on her desk.

Asher's eyes shifted to her legs. She was holding her skirt down, but sitting so close to him, he could see her thighs.

"Hmm... that's a great idea," Rachel said, noticing Asher's gaze focused on her crotch. "A massage in the right places might be what I need right now."

She slowly raised her skirt, exposing more of her legs, but stopped before Asher could see what interested him the most.

"So, what do you think? Do you want to help your stressed-out teacher?" Rachel asked.

Asher shifted his gaze from her crotch to her face and noticed a soft smile. He grinned, realizing that she wasn't mad at him and it was just a game.

"I'm not sure if a massage would be enough with so much stress," he replied with a smirk.

"It would be a good start," Rachel replied. "And then we can test out your other ideas."

Asher chuckled, shifting his gaze over her body.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Rachel asked, glancing down, suggesting where he should have already been.

With a grin plastered on his face, Asher slid off the chair, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of her. Rachel spread her legs slightly, still holding her skirt down, but he already had a much better view of her crotch.

He shifted closer and put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider. Her skirt rose upward, exposing her naked pussy.

His gaze lingered on her labia, but then, reluctantly, he raised his eyes toward her face.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" Asher asked, raising his eyebrow.

Rachel giggled. "I was waiting for you."

"Naughty," he replied. "And what if someone else came first?"

"Then it would be their lucky day," Rachel replied, but when she saw Asher's irritation, she rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding," she said. "I would just sit behind my desk, and they wouldn't see anything," she explained.

Asher nodded, but before he had a chance to say anything else, Rachel grabbed his hair and pulled him forward, impatient to finally feel his lips on her pussy.

Her slit was already soaked, her juices dripping down her legs onto the desk. Asher smelled her womanly scent before he stuck out his tongue and licked her folds.

Her taste wasn't intense, it was kind of tangy, and Asher licked her again, pressing his tongue harder against her slit. With how much wetness she was producing, he was glad that she didn't taste bad, because that would have been a problem. The way it was now, he didn't mind it.

Rachel let go of his hair, resting both of her hands on the desk behind her, pressing her hips forward. Asher licked between her folds, spreading them with his tongue.

"Yeah," Rachel gasped. "Just like that."

Asher continued licking her pussy, focusing on each fold individually, as Rachel moaned softly. His hard cock was pressing against his pants, but he remained focused on pleasuring her. He wanted to bring her to an orgasm first, and then they could take care of his needs.

"Hmm," Rachel hummed. "That certainly helps," she said softly. "And do you know what would help me relax completely?" she asked.

Asher, with his tongue pressed against her slit, raised his eyes to her face.

"If you would make me come, stop teasing me. Suck my clit and finger me," Rachel said firmly.

Asher shifted his lips higher and brought his fingers to her pussy. Gently spreading her folds, he exposed her little, swollen button and her pink entrance that glistened from her arousal.

He licked her clit, making Rachel gasp and her legs tense. His cock throbbed, demanding attention, especially when he could hear Rachel's moans of pleasure. Asher shifted his fingers to her opening while still massaging her clit with his lips. He surrounded it with them and sucked gently, alternately licking it with just the tip of his tongue.

His fingertips pressed against her entrance, and with how wet she was, they easily slipped into her. Her warm walls wrapped around his fingers as he pushed them deeper until his knuckles touched her folds.

"Yes!" Rachel gasped, tilting her head back, pressing her tits forward. Even if covered by her shirt, it was an amazing view as they stretched her shirt to the limits.

He was fingering her in a steady rhythm while flicking his tongue against her little pleasure button. Rachel was moaning louder, her thighs squeezing harder around his head, until finally, she gasped loudly, more of her juices seeped out, and her inner wall clenched around his fingers.

She pulled his head away from her pussy, bending forward with her eyes closed and mouth open. Asher admired her beautiful face as the orgasm rocked her body. He felt some pride knowing that he was the one who made her come.

His cock was throbbing, and he needed to fuck her, but waited until she opened her eyes, when the orgasm had passed through her body.

"Did it help? With your stress?" Asher asked, rising from the ground, standing between her spread legs.

"Yeah," Rachel said, and leaned forward. She licked his chin, tasting her own arousal, until their lips met in a really wet kiss, as he was sticky with her juices.

Her hand squeezed his cock through his pants. She stroked it a few times before she leaned back.

"But I feel that it created tension in other places," she said, rubbing his length. "Maybe you have an idea for a massage that would help both of us?" she asked, smiling.

Asher smirked before he kissed her again. During it, he pulled his pants and underwear down. Blindly, he raised her skirt and pressed the tip of his shaft against her folds.

Their kiss was interrupted by Rachel's gasp when he slid into her. He focused his lips on her neck as he shifted his cock back and forth in her pussy, getting deeper with every thrust. He was tempted to suck on her skin and give her a hickey, but decided against it, not sure if she would be happy with that.

Instead, Asher reached with his hands to her shirt, leaning back. He unbuttoned it, exposing her large tits, which were covered by a simple white bra.

It had a clasp at the front, and Rachel quickly unsnapped it, freeing her tits, which sagged only slightly after she pulled the cups away. Asher immediately grabbed her tits with both hands, feeling their warm weight in his hands as he still thrust his cock into her pussy.

Rachel grabbed his head and pulled him into another kiss, slowing down his movements, but he still fucked her steadily, getting closer to his release. After licking her pussy, and with the awareness that he was having sex with his teacher in her office, he was really aroused and close to his orgasm.

"I'm close," he panted between their kisses, while their faces remained close to each other.

"Cum in me," Rachel gasped, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling him back into another steamy kiss.

Their tongues battled as Asher quickened his thrusts until he groaned, pushing his hips forward until his thighs slapped against her ass and he erupted. Her inner walls squeezed him tighter as he shot his load into her.

Rachel wrapped her legs around him and stroked his back, her fingers nimbly dancing over his skin as he stood there panting, his orgasm spreading pleasure through his body.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked at her face, their gazes met. "That certainly helped with the stress," Rachel said, smirking.

Asher chuckled before he leaned forward and kissed her briefly. When he finally stopped, he slowly pulled back, sliding his cock out of her pussy. Rachel immediately put her hand on it, stopping his cum from leaking out.

"Pass me my panties. They are in the top drawer on the right," she said, pointing at her desk.

Asher found white panties that weren't exactly sexy, especially compared to the black lingerie she had worn previously, but they matched her bra. Rachel pulled them on, trapping his load and her juices in them. She fixed her bra and buttoned her shirt before she got up from the desk, which was wet from her juices.

"I need to clean here, and then myself, but we can talk first. If you don't mind, the teacher that you will be talking to will have your cum leaking out of her pussy," Rachel said while pulling out a pack of tissues and cleaning her desk.

Asher felt his cheeks blush but shook his head. "It's okay," he said.

Rachel giggled, looking at him. After she cleaned her desk, she sat down in front of him in her chair.

"So, you added Naomi?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "But I have a problem. Tiffany declined the offer, and we are missing a warrior."

"You didn't pressure her to do it, did you?" Rachel asked, watching him carefully.

"No, of course not. I wanted to talk it out, but she had already found another team. Actually, she's joining Madelyn."

"Do you have someone else in mind?" Rachel asked.

Asher shook his head. "I hoped that she would join. Now, I need to see who is still available. Unless you know someone."

"I heard rumors here and there, but," Rachel said, reaching for a binder from her desk. She flipped a few pages.

"Here. There are new students coming tomorrow from the supplementary recruitment. I'm responsible for the papers," she said, tapping on the binder. "And there's a warrior girl who should be here around one o'clock. I'm supposed to welcome her to the Academy, but I can let you do it, so you would have a chance to talk to her."

"Umm... sure," Asher replied. It was a chance to complete his team, but he was worried that something might be wrong with this woman. Yet he might not have a choice and would be forced to add her.

"I think the fact that you added Naomi, means you may like her too," Rachel said, with a smirk.

"Hmm?"

"Her name is Lucy Izanami, and she's Japanese. Just like Naomi."

"Oh..." Asher balked. He wasn't so much worried about her looks, but about her character. He decided that he would still look out for other candidates, not relying solely on the hope that she would agree to join his harem and wouldn't be a bitch.

"She is supposed to contact me tomorrow with the details of when she will get here, so I will text you. Be ready around one to welcome her to the Academy. And perhaps into your harem."

"Okay," Asher replied. "Thanks, Rachel," he added.

--- Ava Black ---

Ava stood in the middle of the battle circle on the square. Thomas, her brother, was in front of her, talking with his friends. They were supposed to fight, and she was waiting for him to be ready.

Finally, he approached her, smirking. "Ready to get your ass beaten again?" he asked.

"Let's fight," Ava replied not allowing herself to get distracted.

It was the best chance she had ever had to beat him, and she wasn't going to miss it. Not this time. Not this day. These were the last minutes anyone was going to think that Thomas was the best.

It was the day she would prove to everyone who the best mage at the Academy really was. She would finally prove it to their father. People were already standing ready with their phones, going to record their fight, and she was glad that everyone would see how she beat him.

She just needed to do it.

Ava walked back away from Thomas, stopping at one side of the circle, as he moved to the other side. He immediately summoned fireballs over his hands.

Ava did the same, waiting.

Thomas hurled one of his fire missiles at her. Ava simply stepped to the side. Thomas' fireball missed her arm by inches, the heat of it warming her face. She sent her own skill at him but remained focused, expecting him to use both of his fireballs. But she didn't even need to dodge it, as it missed her completely.

Thomas easily dodged her fireball, but he had used both of his fireballs, while she had only used one.

She rushed forward, closing the distance between them. Thomas remained in place, and she knew what his next move would be, but she still needed to shoot her fireball at him to force him into it.

When she sent her skill forward, Thomas summoned a fire shield with a smirk and blocked her attack.

Ava immediately started to back off, increasing the distance. Ideally, she would want to wait out his shield, but she knew that was impossible, as Thomas followed after her. However, she had a plan to surprise him.

When their cooldowns ended, both of them summoned their fireballs, but didn't launch them at each other. Thomas wanted to take full advantage of his shield and make sure that he would hit her while blocking her skill, so he was closing the distance between them.

Ava was trying to back off, but the edge of the circle was limiting her. When he was just a few feet away from her, he cast his fireball, and she did the same toward him. That would be the perfect way to fight for Thomas.

But before his skill could reach her, she summoned her own shield, and then sent her second fireball at him, barely above the edge of it.

Thomas' two fireballs struck her shield, which immediately vanished after completely blocking them.

That happened while her first fireball destroyed Thomas' shield, and the second one struck him in the chest, pushing him slightly back.

Despite that, Thomas smirked. "Are you going to surrender now?" he asked.

Ava didn't reply, waiting for her skills to come off cooldown. He assumed that she wouldn't have enough mana to win, having used it on her shield, but he didn't know that the situation had changed.

"Sure, you want to take a few hits. I'm glad to deliver them," Thomas said, and immediately sent a fireball at her just as it came off cooldown.

Ava jumped to the side, avoiding it, and immediately rushed at him. But when he started to move toward her too, she stopped. She had an advantage of one fireball and wanted to make use of it by getting closer, but she couldn't let him get too close.

When they got their classes a year before that day, before their first fight, they came up with rules--or rather, their father did. They couldn't use any items, and that included weapons. That was in Ava's favor, because if anything, Thomas was better at fighting with a sword.

But the rules allowed them to fight hand-to-hand, and Thomas was stronger and better than her at that too. So she needed to hold at least some distance and not let him get within arm's reach.

He was approaching her, and it was obvious that he planned to attack her. She started to back off, waiting with her skill for the best opportunity. When Thomas was close in front of her, she sent her fireball at him, and as she suspected, he just tanked it, not stopping.

She blocked his fist and ducked to the side. He tried to kick her, but she jumped back, avoiding it. He followed after her and tried to punch her, but she held her guard up, and he struck her forearms. She tried to back off, but the edge of the circle was too close. Thomas struck her guard again and then hit her stomach, where she wasn't covered.

Ava gasped as he hit her hard, but she could withstand it. She had already hit him twice with her fireballs, and she was going to win. She was constantly backing off, trying to move around the circle. Thomas attacked her every chance he got, but she managed to block most of his punches.

When her fireball cooldown came off, she waited for an opportunity. She jumped back after his attack and targeted her skill at him. But Thomas ducked to the side, and the fireball flew past him. He rushed at her, kicking her thigh and then punching her forearms. Then he summoned his fireball mid-punch.

The fireball hit her arms, but the flames burst outward, and sparks flew straight into her face and eyes. She immediately teared up, her vision blurring. She tried to wipe them, but before she could manage to do it, Thomas punched her in the face. Ava hit the ground but immediately rolled onto her back, kicking her legs upward blindly.

Even without seeing him, she was able to land a kick. Then she rolled again and jumped to her feet, increasing the distance and wiping her eyes, blinking them rapidly.

When she looked up, Thomas was standing there smirking. "You chose a perfect day to humiliate yourself. Again. With how smart you think you are, you would think that a year of getting your ass kicked would teach you a lesson."

She had a cooldown on her fireball and was waiting, ready if he tried to approach her again. She didn't want to get into any verbal exchanges with him, wanting to remain focused on her main goal.

Thomas sent his fireball at her. They were close, but she threw herself to the side, hitting the ground and narrowly avoiding it. In one fluid motion, she rolled and sprang back to her feet.

Immediately after, she shot her skill at Thomas, but he summoned his fireball and cast it exactly at her projectile, making them both burst into flames mid-air.

Ava was still backing off, maintaining the distance between them, avoiding a hand-to-hand fight with him.

They both waited to have two fireballs ready. Ava sent one after another at him, and when he did the same, she focused on avoiding them. But he predicted where she would dodge, and the second one grazed her arm. It pushed her back slightly, but she turned toward him, expecting him to rush at her immediately.

But he was curling up slightly forward, holding a hand on his stomach. She had hit him too. The magic barrier around the circle was sparkling behind him, so Ava knew that only one missile had hit him, but that was enough--she still had an advantage.

Thomas straightened, still smirking. "Not a lot of mana left," he taunted. "Are you sure you don't want to surrender now?" he asked.

Ava clenched her fists without answering. She had mana, and she would beat him. Both of them waited to have two fireballs again, which they summoned immediately.

Even if she managed to hit with both, it would not be enough to win the fight--and Thomas knew it. In his mind, the fight was over.

Ava ran at him.

Thomas smirked, shaking his head. When she was close, he sent both fireballs at her at once. She immediately threw herself to the ground to the side, sending her skills at him. It was hard to aim well while doing it, but she managed to hit him with one of them. But she got hit with one too, as it struck her thigh.

When she was on the ground, she rolled onto her back and lay there panting. She could have jumped back to her feet, but she was going to use Thomas's arrogance against him and waited.

Thomas laughed and approached her until he stood by her feet.

"You give up?" he asked.

Ava stared at him, and when her cooldown finally came off, she sent her fireball at him. It struck his head, and she immediately kicked his legs. Thomas fell to the ground, and she jumped at him, straddling him and punching. He was blocking her hits, holding his guard, and she didn't have the strength to hit him really hard.