Heavenly Harem Sect

[: Daniel POV :]

It was a wonderful period of time having sex with them and I had made sure to thoroughly enjoyed it to the fullest. 

I didn't show them mercy and at the same time, I had given them a worldly pleasure, something they had never experienced before. 

I had made sure that the number of times I had sex with those 6 women was equivalent to the number of Purple Spiritual Stones that I had given them, and we had sex for a week.

It may have seemed like an unusual request, yet given that I had blessed them with so many Spiritual stones it was only right for them to fulfill my desires. 

For seven days and nights, my chambers filled with 6 beauties. 

Their bodies writhed in pleasure as I taught them the secrets of exotic lovemaking.

On certain nights, we would come together in an audience, the air alive with breathless desire as I showed them how to reach heights of carnal bliss they never knew existed.

Hot skin pressed against mine - their moans were like a chorus of satisfaction that echoed around us as we shared our pleasure.

"Oh young master, please don't stop" They gasped in unison, their cheeks flushed with pleasure.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," I reassured them with a smirk, and they sighed in approval.

They begged me to take them again and again, desperate for more of my touch. 

The night wilted away to soft moans and gentle whispers as the hours rolled by.

I was surrounded by their warmth and loving affection, and the scent of their perfume was thick in the air. 

Their petite frames were pressed against me, their soft breasts caressing my skin.

I was basking in the contentment of being surrounded by these six women. 

They were snuggling up to me, their arms draped around my waist and heads resting on my shoulders.

I felt a pleasant warmth emanating from their breaths as they slept peacefully.

It was an indescribable feeling that I had grown to love.

But eventually, it felt like it was time to leave.

However, there's no way I'm going to let these women leave me.

After all, they all belonged to me and no woman could ever escape from me as long as I had my eyes on them.

"Young master... are you truly going to go?"

Marza's voice quivered with a hint of desperation as she clung to me.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the sadness that tugged at my heartstrings.

We lay on the bed, surrounded by the six women who had grown close to me over time.

They engaged in a playful, yet tender, battle for my affection, their laughter echoing in the room.

It was a touching sight, one that brought both smiles and tears to my eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at their antics and even though it was just a week of me having sex with them, the bond that I had created with them was undeniable, and there's no way I'm going to leave them.

"No, young master! Please, stay with us!" Beatrice pleaded as tears streamed down her face. 

Cynthia stepped forward and added, "Young master, I implore you to stay with me. You're the only person who makes me feel alive, and I can't bear the thought of someone else having you." 

Rinelle chimed in despite being married, "It's true you can't go! We'll miss you dearly and I cannot imagine a life without your presence...or that huge, thick, meaty cock of yours."

She blushed at her own confession.

Malai joined in, "Stay with us. Your mere presence makes us feel complete, and we can never be apart from you." 

Lida repeated, her voice trembling slightly, "You can't just leave us behind..."

"We'll do anything for you. So please, stay with us" Marza pleaded.

To be honest, it was an unexpected reaction from all of them and their words touched me deeply.

They had grown fond of me and my body, and they didn't want me to leave.

Well in the first place, I had planned to have them in my harem in the beginning.

"If that's the case, then why don't you all come with me...?'' I questioned.

All of them were delighted by my words and I could see the smiles on their faces, and I wondered why.

They were happy moments ago about me being with them, yet now, they were being melancholy.

''Young master...to be honest, we want to be with you...however...'' Marza felt like it was hard to say and Rinelle helped her out, ''We can't because we're owned by the Carnel Gangs''.

I didn't like hearing the word 'owned'. The only person who can own women is me and no one else.

''Carnel Gang?'' I raised my eyebrow and questioned her.

Rinelle and I locked eyes, a heavy silence looming between us.

She eventually spoke, her voice shaking as she said, ''Carnel Gangs are the ones who control the brothels in the capital. If we left...i-if we escaped...they would send their people after us and drag us back here''.

My breath caught in my throat at the realization of what I was hearing.

What else could these gangs be doing? I couldn't help but develop a malevolent intention towards them.

''So...you're essentially a slave to them, right?''

I concluded, feeling the heavy tension in the air. 

Marza and the rest nodded their heads solemnly, sadness painted on their exhausted faces.

Eventually, I asked ''How did all of you end up becoming a prostitute?''.

Marza closed her eyes before taking a deep breath and responding.

''It's because of this insurmountable debt that I owe.''

Her voice quivered as she spoke, and tears started to form in her eyes.

Rinelle's voice quivered as she recounted her story.

"That's the same as the others, we were all forced into it and sold off like livestock to the gangs," she said as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

I paused for a moment before asking, "But what are the ways you can escape from this slavery? Is there any hope?" I asked.

The women's faces lit up with surprise upon hearing my question.

''Only if the one who owes the debts can pay them off or… if someone can buy their freedom 10 ten times the price,'' Lida said, her voice full of hope.

My heart sank as I realized the only way out for these women was to be bought and freed from slavery.

Well, in the first place, I had originally wanted them to be with me, hence, I couldn't help but ask, ''Then… would you allow me to buy you and free you from slavery?''

There was an almost tangible silence as they seemed to process my words before finally erupting into a delighted chorus of awe and jubilation.

''Young Master...you really want us to be with you...?'' Cynthia asked uncertainly, looking up at me with a hint of surprise in her eyes. 

I sighed and crossed my arms.

It seemed that they thought that I was joking and didn't take me seriously.

But I couldn't blame them.

After all which person would want to buy prostitute for ten times their price?

''What? So all of you think I was joking when I said you all should be with me?'' I smirked, shaking my head. 

''No...it's just that the amount of debt that we owe is enormous...and buying our price ten times is more than the spiritual stones that you had just given,''

Rinelle interjected, her voice shaking as she spoke. 

I could feel their apprehension radiating off of them like a wave, and so placing my hands on their heads, I comforted them reassuringly.

''It's alright. I'm serious about this, and I'm going to make sure that all of your debts are taken care of.'' I said. 

A stiff silence hung in the air as the group absorbed my words.

No one dared to believe what I had just said and they weren't willing to accept what I was offering as they didn't still believe it was true. 

''You're going to pay for our freedom?'' Malai exclaimed incredulously, not daring to believe that a wealthy young master would be so generous to lowly whores like themselves.

The woman's eyes pooled with tears, wondering why a stranger would choose to help them.

''Why would you help us and take care of our problems? What's in it for you?'' She asked cautiously, her voice thick with emotion.

I shrugged my shoulders, offering her a warm smile.

''Because the reason I'm helping all of you is that because I'm a greedy person,'' I explained.

The moment I finished my explanation, they all became speechless.

Silence filled the room and Marza bravely chose to break it with her words.

''Young Master...we still don't understand...''

Marza's voice trembled as in cluelessness. 

As their blank gazes met me, I knew it was time for me to explain in greater detail who I was.

''Have you all ever thought how can I possess those Spiritual Stones? Did you think it would make sense for a cultivator to waste it on prostitutes, especially in a city where resources are scarce?'' I posed them a question.

I didn't want to reveal myself immediately as I wanted to keep it in suspense.

''Young Master...what kind of identity do you possess?'' Beatrice asked timidly as her brows furrowed and she leaned in closer. 

''I'm glad you asked the question,'' I said with a confident smirk.

''Let me tell you then, I am the Sect Leader. All my followers are women and under my rule, spanning two cities,'' I continued.