[H] Transmigration | How to Survive in a H Harem Game - Chapter 2
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- Chapter 2 - Struck by Hermaphroditic Aphrodisiac | Desperate Pleas for Intimacy
At home, Zhao Cen quickly arranged his room, strictly instructing all servants to stay away, especially his personal servant from childhood, Avery, who was half elf by descent. Zhao Cen would later need him to initiate his conquests with both the Elf Prince and the Elf King, due to their proud nature, often competing childishly for his attention during their threesomes.
Avery also had a bit of that pride, and to avoid jealousy that could disrupt his strategies, Zhao Cen found an excuse to send him far away. For some reason, Avery, who was usually one of the protagonist’s tools for warming the bed, had never been intimate with Zhao Cen, partially due to Zhao Cen’s own shyness.
This meant that instead of having a moment with Avery while he had the prince passed out from their escapades, he had to reluctantly send Avery away.
Dinner time came quickly, and just like in the story, his brother appeared briefly only to leave due to an emergency. His father, bedridden and considering passing on the family business to Zhao Cen due to his talents, was the reason his brother had drugged the protagonist.
As for why it wasn’t poison but a gender-bending drug… that’s a question for the author.
Although his brother was usually kind to him, Zhao Cen knew well that before money and power, relatives could turn into foes. He was quite depressed during dinner, but the thought of dominating the continent’s beauties, including possibly disciplining his handsome and cool brother in the secret room, gradually lifted his spirits.
In the end, his brother would love him again, thanks to his prowess.
However, his melancholy made him miss the prince’s subtle change in demeanor. The prince, with a fox-like squint, switched their drinks.
After dinner, Zhao Cen felt his body gradually heating up and becoming empty. Thinking it was just excitement, he didn’t bother to restrain himself too much and half coaxed the prince into his bedroom. In his haste, he didn’t shut the door, turning to look at the prince, expecting him to start begging in heat.
But he began to feel increasingly uncomfortable, an unbearable itch emanating from his backside. His eyes widened in shock to see Iris still smiling with his usual gentle and refined demeanor, even as he started undressing and magically locking the door.
Unable to push away the seemingly frail chest of Iris, Zhao Cen’s body grew hot and weak, and he found himself sitting on the floor, his undergarments damp. When he reached down, he touched a flower that shouldn’t have existed there.
What!? Why wasn’t the prince the one drugged!?
“Are you begging to be taken?” The usually elegant prince spoke vulgarly, looking down imperiously at Zhao Cen sprawled on the floor, his tone as graceful as if reciting poetry, “I’m not interested in men, but if you beg me, I might consider obliging.”
Though Iris said this, his own arousal betrayed his honest desire.
Zhao Cen stared in disbelief as the artistically weak prince revealed a monstrous 20 cm dark purple member, twisted and terrifying, twice as big as his own.
Unknown to him, Iris’s modest size from his past life was due to the hermaphroditic drug’s alteration. Since birth, Iris had been told by a voice that he would eventually become the object of desire for a man ruling over seven clans. Perhaps it was Zhao Cen’s shy demeanor beneath his cold abstinence that sparked the thought in Iris: why shouldn’t he be the one underneath?
Thus, he had switched the potions, turning Zhao Cen into the one desperately craving it.
He spun around, wiping away the magic concealing various tools—originally intended for the prince but now…
Zhao Cen watched in despair as the prince coldly pulled out a large, rough iron rod. The pain below was intense, exacerbated by the carpet’s rough caress against his new flower and chrysanthemum, his desires burning him up until tears blurred his vision, filled with a strange anticipation.
Living up to his expectations, Iris mercilessly inserted the rod into him, soothing the fiery heat with its cold, unheating touch.
The prince then chained him to the bed, the long chains allowing Zhao Cen to walk around the room and even enter the bathroom to pose provocatively in front of the mirror. These were precautions against escape, as the prince was a level 30 mage, while Zhao Cen, despite his dual training, was only level 20.
Now, Zhao Cen couldn’t care about anything else. He continuously pulled and reinserted the rod, the pleasure mingling with the increasingly severe torment of his emptiness and tingling, his juices wetting the carpet. Due to his weak grip, the emptiness grew even more profound after the initial rush of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Iris sat on the bed, watching with interest as Zhao Cen pleasured himself. What Zhao Cen didn’t know was that his usually cold appearance, now tinged with desire, made his pale, delicate skin show red marks from the iron chains, his abstinent face flushed with longing, his slightly parted lips glistening enticingly.
Author’s note: Teehee, cliffhanger, but tomorrow brings a meaty threesome to feast on.
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