Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

Hearing the door open, Lizzy, Izzy, and Mara turned to look at the source of the noise.

"Are you..." Lizzy's voice caught in her throat as she stared at the man who walked through the doorway.

While she couldn't see Ryan before, she had a lot of fantasies.

She had prepared herself to be disappointed, even though her sister assured her he was handsome. But it looks like the fantasies didn't do him justice.

Seeing Lizzy sporting wings, a tail, and horns like her sister, Ryan assumed by her tone that she had regained her vision.

Coming over to her, he cupped her cheek and asked, "Do you like what you see?"

Blushing, Lizzy ducked her head and ran to hide behind her sister.

"That's what I should be asking. You haven't even said anything about them." Lizzy said, retorting from being Izzy.

Not hearing Ryan respond, she tentatively peeked around her sister, looking at Ryan, "Do you not like it?"

Feeling a lump form in his throat, Ryan coughed and said, "Yes, I mean no." Quickly backtracking, "You're both very beautiful in your true forms."

Lighting up in a smile, Lizzy seemed appeased.

Mara was watching on, with the twinge of jealousy that sprouted before growing in her heart every second she saw them flirt.

The jealousy wasn't directed at the girls. Rather it was directed at their position.

On Ravier, the strong got to claim what they wanted. Empresses, on the surface, had dozens of male harem members. But from her mother, she knew that was just a façade to keep the population from depleting.

If an empress had a wife, for example, it would set a precedent that cultivators might follow, thus leading to fewer and fewer births.

Mara knew Ryan was destined to be someone great, as he was not only a male overlord but also the first male cultivator on Ravier.

He was also a natural-born enhancer that could cum so . . . very . . . quick.

Biting her lip, she remembered the warm sensation filling him up the first time the two connected.

Her legs started to squirm as she thought about the ecstasy that overflowed from her being.

She had never heard of someone like Ryan, but that made him all the more appealing.

Mara didn't care about sharing him. That was common practice on Ravier. What she cared about was having a piece of him at all.

Seeing the squirming Mara, Ryan down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

He grabbed a piece of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers while motioning the sisters to sit opposite them on the couch.

After they were settled, Ryan continued playing with Mara's hair and started to talk with the girls.

"Lizzy, Izzy," Ryan said, nodding to each of them, "I will not be turning you into my eternal servants."

The two girls who had just sat down were stunned. Izzy gasped in shock while Lizzy's eyes opened wide as she processed the words.

"Why?!" Izzy cried, standing up, tears starting to form in her eyes, "You said you'd save us."

Lizzy looked at Ryan before slowly pulling her sister back down. "I trust him, Izzy. He'd said he'd accept us, and I believe him."

Lizzy didn't know where this trust came from, but she trusted her instincts, and they were telling her Ryan was the one to save them.

Ryan looked at Lizzy in surprise, he'd wanted to see the girl's reactions to confirm their willingness to go through with this.

Ryan loathed the idea of forcing someone to become part of his harem.

Aliza had firmly embedded into his mind that while women were great sources of pleasure and prosperity, lovemaking was an act between two people.

If only one was finding the act pleasurable, it was only a transaction.

Aliza detested people who weren't satisfactory enough to learn how to please a woman properly. She said many people used their power or wealth to attract beautiful women but couldn't keep their hearts.

Aliza valued a woman's heart more than anything else. Claiming that building an empire was something one couldn't do by themselves, no matter how strong.

One needed loyal people, and for that, you needed their hearts.

She asserted that love was the strongest motivator in the universe.

One would kill for love, die for love, and slave for love without asking for anything in return.

Love conquerors all.

Ryan knew that while harems were mostly about sex, without trust and loyalty, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

That's why he had to give them a choice.

Ryan repeated, "I won't be turning you into my eternal servants."

"Instead, I want you to become my harem members. My future partners in life."

"I desire you not to stand with your head lowered in servitude, but your head held high standing next to me."

"This might sound pleasant, but my goals are lofty, and my path is covered in thorns."

"I give you two choices, one is to be turned into my partner or the other my slave."

"You will be given the same rights as paid slaves if you choose the latter. Simply serve me for ten years, and I will release you."

"However, if you choose to stand beside me, I swear to protect you, cherish you, and treat your loved ones as my loved ones."

"I swear your challenges will become my challenges, and we shall face the hardships of life together as one."

"I swear I will take you to the peak of this world, then further, or die trying."

"Will you become mine and stand beside me?"

Ryan fished his oath pausing, gauging the sister's reactions.

Izzy slowly opened her mouth and asked, "And we'll still be cured?"

Nodding, Ryan responded, "Either way, I have given my word to cure you, and that is what I will do."

===

"What do you think, Liz?" Izzy whispered.

Lizzy paused, glancing between Ryan and Izzy.

"I think he's telling the truth," Lizzy said after a moment.

Izzy's brows furrowed as she considered the choices.

After a few seconds of silence, Izzy said, "If we become slaves, we'll be home in 10 years."

"We would still have the rest of our lives ahead of us," Izzy said, pausing for a moment before sighing, "But frankly, what would we be going back for? To become stronger? His potential is clearly better than anyone we've ever seen."

Lizzy nodded, "I agree, but the question is, are you willing to share him? Be with him as his wife but as his harem member?"

Pursing her lips, Izzy slowly nodded, "I think so. Not ten minutes ago, we were thanking Zol'gan for allowing us to become his slaves. Harem member sounds much better than a slave."

Lizzy shook her head, "But we didn't know that he'd let us be free."

Izzy looked at her sister, smiling, "Who are you trying to fool? I know you want him just as much as I do."

Lizzy blushed, her heart starting to race, "But are you sure? There's no going back about this."

"You know what we must do."

Izzy's heart started to beat in tune with her sisters as she acknowledged that she could walk away in a short ten years being curse free. But she would rather spend her life beside the man who gave her that freedom without asking for anything in return.

She'd made up her mind. Her decision was final.

===

Seeing the two girls stop talking, he felt Mara tense up next to him in anticipation.

Feigning to be unconcerned about the whole ordeal, Ryan kept stroking Mara's hair, but inside, his thoughts were in turmoil.

He was taking a massive risk by offering to set them free.

If they said they'd rather be slaves, he'd lose many resources he could have used elsewhere.

He also cared about the two sisters. He wanted them to want to be with him as he could see a lot of likable qualities in both of them.

He loved that Lizzy was the bashful, structured girlfriend his past self dreamed of having. Her sister, Izzy, was everything her sister wasn't. Being the energetic, extroverted lover who couldn't wait to get kinky. The two came together, forming the perfect balance, making Ryan hope all the more they would say yes.

Seeing the girls stand, he did so, leaving Mara awkwardly sitting on the couch.

Lizzy and Izzy looked at each other and nodded.

They raised their heads high and locked gazes with Ryan.

"When you didn't have to, you took us in," Lizzy said, getting on one knee.

"When overcome with your curse, you tried to protect us," Izzy said, joining her sister on one knee.

"When we've already sold ourselves to you, you choose to free us," They said, looking up into his eyes.

"We Demon Sisters of the Royal House of Argallod swear our eternal love to Anthony Dire, the human man standing before us. May heavens strike us down if we break our vow."