My Xianxia Harem Life

The two made love for hours, losing themselves in each other as if time had ceased to exist. By the time dawn crept in through the curtains, their bodies were tangled beneath the sheets, a quiet sense of contentment lingering in the air.

Riley watched Clara sleep for a moment, her features softened in slumber, and a gentle smile played at his lips. He knew there was no turning back—she was his now, truly and completely.

Later that morning, after Clara had awoken and the two shared a quiet breakfast, Riley gathered the courage to speak to his wives about her. He had expected surprise—maybe even a bit of jealousy—but what he received was far from it.

None of them were shocked. In fact, they seemed to have been expecting this.

"Clara?" Veronica raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "We were wondering when you'd bring her up."

The other women chuckled knowingly, as if they had seen it coming long before Riley himself had realized it. Clara, initially shy and unsure, was quickly enveloped by their warmth.

They welcomed her not just as another woman in Riley's life, but as one of their own—as a sister, a companion, a new part of their unusual yet loving family.

"Another one to share the burden," Veronica quipped with a mock sigh, nudging Clara playfully. "You'll see what I mean soon enough."

The room erupted into laughter. Clara looked around, a little confused at first, but the glint in the other women's eyes told her there was more to that statement.

It was a closely guarded secret among them—something only those who had experienced it firsthand could truly understand. Riley, for all his charm and gentle demeanor, was an absolute animal in bed.

Tireless, demanding, and endlessly passionate, he had a way of drawing out every last ounce of energy from them… and then still wanting more.

There were nights when he would take them one after another, or even together, until they could barely move.

It wasn't uncommon for all of them to end up collapsed in a heap, limbs tangled, hearts racing, completely spent and yet still smiling.

Riley's hunger for intimacy was something awe-inspiring—and at times, almost frightening in its intensity.

So, the addition of Clara wasn't just emotionally welcomed—it was practical.

"We were starting to fear for our sanity," joked Elsa, stretching languidly on the couch. "Honestly, I think Clara's arrival might just save our lives."

"Speak for yourself," teased Jade. "I like the madness."

They all laughed again, and even Clara couldn't help but smile, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. A flicker of curiosity lit her eyes—was he truly that insatiable?

Veronica leaned in and whispered with a wink, "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."

And just like that, Clara felt herself become part of something strange and wonderful—a sisterhood bound not just by shared love, but by shared survival.

Together, they would take on the beautiful chaos that was Riley, one night at a time.

***

The following afternoon, Clara couldn't keep the secret any longer.

The moment she saw Thea lounging on the garden terrace with a book in her hand and sunlight caught in her dark raven hair, she knew she had to tell her.

She walked up with a soft, almost hesitant smile. "Thea," she said, her voice light but brimming with something unspoken.

Thea looked up. "Clara? What's with that face? You look like you swallowed a star. Spill it."

Clara hesitated for just a moment, then lowered her voice. "I'm his now. Riley's."

Thea blinked. "You're… what?"

"I'm part of his harem," Clara said more firmly this time, blushing as the words left her lips.

There was a beat of stunned silence before Thea nearly dropped her book.

"You what?!"

She stared at Clara as if she'd just grown wings. "No, no, no. Don't joke with me right now. Are you telling me—you, sweet, innocent Clara—actually managed to get into Senior Riley's bed?"

Clara covered her face with both hands and laughed softly. "It's not like I planned it!"

Thea leaned forward over the table, eyes wide with astonishment.

"Oh my gods. Clara, every woman in this region—no, this continent—fantasizes about that man. He's rich, mysterious, practically immortal, and let's not forget, hot as sin! Most of us can barely get a full sentence out around him without combusting!"

"I didn't think it would happen either," Clara admitted, cheeks still flushed. "But it did. He… accepted me."

Thea sat back, completely flabbergasted. "I still can't believe it. Senior Riley! You might as well have told me you were marrying the moon."

Clara giggled. "You're being dramatic."

"Am I? Do you know what kind of man he is? The stories I've heard—he once killed a five peak Void Tribulation cultivator with a flick of his hand. One flick, Clara. That kind of power? That's the stuff of myths."

"I know," Clara said softly. "But he's not just a myth. He's real. And when we're alone… he's kind. Gentle, even."

Thea narrowed her eyes, then leaned in conspiratorially, her expression turning wicked. "Alright. Enough of the sentimental stuff. I want details. How did it happen? What was it like? Don't hold back."

Clara gave her a warning look, but it was already too late. Thea was far too curious to stop now.

"I mean," Thea continued in a half-whisper, "how do you even get a man like Senior Riley to look at you like that? Did you seduce him with some forbidden dance under the moonlight? Whisper sweet poetry into his ear?"

Clara laughed harder. "No! Gods, Thea."

"Then what?" Thea persisted, practically bouncing in her seat. "Come on. I'm dying here."

Clara finally gave in and began to recount the story and the unexpected kiss that changed everything.

The way his arms felt around her, firm and protective. The way he had looked at her that night, not as a conqueror, but as a man who saw her.

Thea listened with rapt attention, occasionally letting out little gasps or muttering, "Unbelievable," under her breath.

But the longer Clara talked, the more Thea's curiosity shifted.

"Alright," she said, placing her chin on her hands, eyes gleaming, "now for the important questions."

Clara raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going.

"How big is he?"

Clara gasped. "Thea!"

Thea shrugged, completely unapologetic. "What? I have to know. For research."

Clara buried her face in her hands. "I am not answering that."

"Oh, come on! Just give me a hint. Like, are we talking… intimidating? Or perfectly overwhelming?"

Clara let out a strangled laugh. "You're impossible."

"Did it hurt at first?"

Clara hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "It was intense… but he was gentle. Very gentle."

"And afterward? Don't leave me hanging."

Clara sighed dreamily. "It was… amazing. Like my body wasn't even my own anymore. Like I was floating."

Thea flopped back in her chair with a dramatic groan. "Ugh. That's it. I hate you."

Clara grinned. "No, you don't."

"You're right. I don't. But I am jealous. The man of every woman's dreams, and you of all people managed to steal his heart."

Clara looked down, her fingers brushing the rim of her teacup. "It doesn't feel like stealing. It feels like… being found."

Thea quieted, watching her for a moment. Then she reached over and gently took Clara's hand.

"I'm happy for you, you know. Really. Just don't vanish into that harem of his and forget about me."

Clara squeezed her hand back. "Never. I'll always be your friend. Even if I'm… his."

"Good," Thea smiled. "But I expect regular updates. Weekly reports. Every juicy detail."

"Deal," Clara said with a laugh.

And so, the two friends sat there as the afternoon light grew golden, their laughter drifting across the garden.

Whatever the future held—power, passion, or peril—they would face it together, one scandalous story at a time.

***

An entire week had passed since Clara had joined Riley's household—and it was only now that she truly understood what the other women had meant.

That morning, she stirred beneath the silken sheets, her body aching in places she never knew could ache.

Every muscle felt like it had been worked beyond its limits. She tried to sit up but instantly winced, sinking back down with a soft groan.

Gods… what did I get myself into?

The night before had been nothing short of a whirlwind. Riley had taken her to heights of pleasure she hadn't even known were possible—again and again and again.

She had lost count of the number of times she climaxed; it might very well have reached the thousands. At some point, it all blurred together in a haze of heat, sweat, and breathless moans.

But now, with the sun peeking through the curtains and her limbs trembling with fatigue, the aftereffects were undeniable.

She wanted nothing more than to sleep for the next two days. Or maybe three.

And yet… beside her, Riley lay with a serene expression, completely unbothered. Worse still, when she dared glance under the covers, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Still hard? she thought, heart skipping a beat. Still ready?!

It wasn't fair. It couldn't be fair.

She blinked, then slowly turned her head toward the ceiling, questioning every life choice she had made that led her here.

Why didn't I listen to Veronica when she said, "You'll need stamina just to survive"?

Clara let out a long sigh, flopping back down and pulling the sheets over her head like a defeated warrior.

"I think I'm going to die," she mumbled into the pillow.

From beside her, she heard a low chuckle, rich and amused.

"You did beautifully last night," Riley said, his voice smooth as velvet. "But we're just getting started."

Clara let out a muffled groan. Just getting started? Her soul practically left her body at those words.

In that moment, she didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or crawl out the window.

This man is a beast. A beautiful, tireless, utterly insatiable beast.

She had thought she was ready for him. She'd been wrong.

So very, very wrong.