Free Web NovelChapter 30: Entering the Harem Pavilion
Seraphel
I must have blacked out during the third knot, because Azriel kept going on and on, giving me absolutely no breaks, as if he had been starved of sex for centuries. When my eyes finally fluttered open, it was to a face smiling down at me.
At first, my vision was a complete blur, but as the room came into focus, I recognized those crimson eyes staring down at me.
A sudden flash of memory hit my brain, and I remembered Azriel gently carrying my weak body into the bathroom, bathing the slick and cum off both of us, and carefully changing me into fresh clothes.
At least he wasn’t a total asshole, I thought to myself.
Then, the crimson eyes in my vision shifted into a soft brown, and a familiar, delicate voice broke the silence of the room.
"Wake up, chosen one," Analisse murmured softly.
I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes, meeting her gaze. "Analisse?" I asked, looking around the massive space and quickly realizing I was right back in the Hall of Satisfaction.
She nodded, slowly bowing her head. Behind her, Dorin and Rami walked into the chamber, one holding a porcelain bowl and the other carrying a silver tray.
"Where is..." I almost asked about Azriel, but I caught myself.
What the hell was I expecting?
I had read enough Chapters of this novel to know that Azriel absolutely never slept in the same bed with anyone after a night of sex.
"The High Physician, Thamiel, has prepared a medicinal concoction for you to take this morning to strengthen both your body and the baby. Please drink it," Analisse said, going straight to business without wasting a single second. She beckoned to Dorin, who stepped forward with the white porcelain bowl.
The moment the bowl came closer, an overwhelming, rancid stench hit my nostrils. It was a putrid, bitter smell of crushed roots and burnt copper that was foul enough to make my stomach violently turn, causing a sharp wave of hot bile to rise right up into my throat.
"Why does it smell like literal dogshit?" I growled through gritted teeth, retching slightly as I struggled to push myself up against the headboard.
I braced myself, fully expecting my spine and lower back to be in absolute agony, but to my utter shock, none of that happened. Even after all the brutal, unhinged bending Azriel had put me through last night, my body felt perfectly fine.
My hole was still twitching slightly, internally relishing in the memory of how his massive cock had filled me up all night long, but there wasn’t a single ounce of soreness.
What the hell did that Sin do to my body? I wondered, touching the smooth fabric of the robe wrapped around me.
As I pulled the collar up, a faint, lingering whiff of his signature scent hit me—black orchid and rich sandalwood.
Did he actually spend the night here? The thought crossed my mind, but I immediately shook my head to clear it.
There was no way. I was definitely tripping.
Azriel never slept beside anyone, and Author Nude explicitly wrote him as a creature who suffered from permanent insomnia.
After all, he was a literal Sin. What the hell would he even need sleep for?
"Oh goodness, Nat—" I caught my slip of the tongue just in time, groaning out loud as I looked up to see Analisse giving me a strange, questioning look. I cleared my throat, noticing that Dorin was still awkwardly holding the bowl out toward me.
"Oh, goodness," I muttered under my breath, staring at the sludge. "Do I really have to drink this?"
Analisse nodded firmly, her expression completely stiff. She was a total rigid NPC, my goodness.
"After you finish the concoction, Rami will help you get prepared for the day. You are scheduled to meet with the rest of the inner palace concubines."
"The concubines? You mean Az—" I didn’t even get to finish the name before I heard Analisse sharply grit her teeth.
"Chosen one, you must always address the Prince as ’His Highness’ at all times."
I gave her a long, unbothered look before nodding my head just to keep the peace. I could clearly remember not calling him that last night, and Azriel hadn’t had a single issue with it, but to satisfy Analisse and stop her from nagging me, I let it slide.
I forced a smile, took the heavy bowl from Dorin, and looked down. It was a thick, dark brown liquid that looked like liquid mud, but the actual sight of it wasn’t as awful as the smell. Shutting my eyes tight, I chugged the entire bowl in one massive gulp and slammed the empty porcelain back into Analisse’s hands.
"Very good, chosen one. You are finally starting to do as you are told."
I rolled my eyes.
What else was I supposed to do in a fantasy world where strict hierarchy rules supreme? Besides, the thick liquid surprisingly didn’t taste bitter at all; it was actually sweet.
"So why exactly do I have to meet with the Prince’s concubines? Just staying in my bed all day long sounds a hundred times better." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Analisse shook her head. "It is for a proper formal introduction. Since you are the chosen one, the entire harem has been gossiping about you non-stop. Furthermore, His Highness is currently preparing to introduce you to the High Council regarding the prophecy and the pregnancy."
I let out a loud groan and flopped back onto the pillows, running a hand through my messy hair. "Why me, oh goodness?" I cried out in pure frustration, thrashing my legs against the velvet sheets.
But even as I threw my little tantrum, Analisse just stood there smiling at me sweetly, while Dorin and Rami remained entirely silent, staring like stone statues. As if their opinions would ever matter anyway.
Two hours later, I was fully dressed and looking like a completely different person. They had dressed me in a ridiculously luxurious white silk robe that was almost too bright to look at, the fabric meticulously woven with shining silver threads forming the intricate imprint of a blooming white lotus across the chest.
My long hair was left completely down, slightly parted in the middle with those classic, elegant danmei bangs framing my face, and the strands were adorned with beautiful, heavy hair pins shaped like delicate white lotuses.
As Analisse led the way down the long, echoing corridors toward the Harem Pavilion, my heart began pounding like a frantic drum against my ribs.
I knew this world’s lore. I remembered the descriptions of the concubines, especially one particular individual who was known as the crazy, bloodthirsty villain of the harem—the one who systematically got rid of any lower-ranking concubine who dared to breathe too close to Azriel.
In fact, I had briefly caught a glimpse of him the day Malachi first brought me back to the palace.
Eiren. Azriel’s absolute favorite concubine.
"We have arrived," Analisse announced calmly, pointing toward a set of massive doors before stepping to the side.
I heaved a deep, shaky sigh, clenched my fists tightly at my sides, and began aggressively whispering every single modern word of affirmation I could remember from my old world. You’re that bitch, Nathan. Don’t let these fictional men clock you. You’ve got this.
We finally came to a halt in front of a pair of towering double golden doors guarded by two heavily armored soldiers. The second they saw Analisse, they bowed their heads in unison, throwing the heavy doors open, and we stepped inside the grand hall.
The air in the massive room changed instantly. It was completely thick with an overwhelming, intoxicating blend of flowery scents—jasmine, roses, and sweet perfumes mixing together into a heavy mist that nearly made my head spin.
Then, my eyes scanned the room and saw the sheer scale of the concubines seated throughout the hall. There had to be at least twenty of them present. Sixteen of them—a mix of both males and females, since Author Nude had explicitly written Azriel as completely pansexual—were seated on standard, ornate chairs along the sides.
But right at the front of the hall, four individuals sat prominently according to their elite ranks. Even though their seats were placed side by side, the center chair had a completely different, dangerous color to it.
A deep, striking crimson, exactly matching the shade of Azriel’s eyes.
I recognized all four of them instantly from the book’s descriptions: Eiren, Kaevian, Lioren, and Slyven. These were the top four high concubines of the Prince of Lust, the elite who had managed to stay by his side for years by sharing in his powerful spiritual cultivation.
