CHAPTER 262: 262. MAKE IT QUICK!

The next day would be Asher’s birthday.

Not only was he buzzing with anticipation over the sweet, sensual present Sharon and his mother had promised to give him, but his mood was lifted by something even greater—his harem city was finally taking form. Brick by brick. Tile by tile. And the best part? The people heloing him build it were loyal, driven, and just as ambitious as him.

Alice alongside her husbands, with nothing but sheer will and pride, had been tirelessly working on the construction. Their tiling skills to Asher looked like they rivaled those of Earth’s top contractors, yet they didn’t hire outside labor because they wanted every last coin for themselves. The whole town would be their legacy, laid down with their own hands and sweat.

Asher stood on the upper balcony of his newly finished mansion, arms folded, and lips curled in satisfaction. His mansion stood like a beacon of power and wealth—tiled, painted, and lavish beyond measure. With the gold-trimmed furniture he’d bought and the decorative help of Adrian’s mother—whose taste in aesthetics trumped anyone else’s available in the realm—his home was nothing short of a masterpiece.

Couches sat at precisely angled placements in the wide sitting room, under golden chandeliers that floated mid-air, glowing with a soft, regal light. The floor was polished to a shine that mirrored the ceiling above. Art canvases which were Valerie’s exclusive paintings were hung perfectly along the walls. The kitchen? A culinary paradise. Wide marble counters, deep sinks, magical stove systems, and enough space to make Earth’s celebrity chefs green with envy.

Every bedroom was fit for royalty. His sheets were smooth as silk. His wardrobes massive. Even the curtain rods gleamed in the light.

Asher grinned, tilting his head in smug satisfaction.

From a cucked man to king.

From a man who once lost everything, who had signed over his humble furniture to a woman who’d smiled as she cheated on him behind his back. Now? He had something tenfold — no, hundredfold — better.

"Oh, how I wish that cheating bitch could see the life I’m living now," he muttered to himself with a blissful smirk, running his hand along the balcony railing.

As twilight set in, Adrian, ever the caretaker had prepared a meal. But Asher barely touched it. His mind was elsewhere.

His blood was racing, heart pounding with excitement. All he could think of was getting home. Home, where his two seductive mom and sister were preparing an orgy birthday present for him.

He couldn’t wait.

"Alright, bros!" he clapped. "Tomorrow, after school? No labor. Take the day off. Adrian will sort your payments for the work you’ve done here."

Derrick and the others nodded, knowing full well their pockets would be filled with money they wouldn’t dream of making alone without Asher. They watched him as he left them at that.

He didn’t want to tell them it was his birthday. No way. That would mean they’d want to hang out, maybe even celebrate with him. God forbid someone brings up a party idea like that awful mixer with the classmates. He could already hear the off-key karaoke and forced dancing.

Not happening.

He opened his dimensional door and disappeared into it. His friends used Four Eyes’ door to return back to Eldoria.

Back home, his heart warmed instantly at the sounds of chatter and clinking iron. The living room buzzed with energy. Sharon and Onalenna were there, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, ironing clothes in the sitting room while laughing over some conversation. The sight of them made him forget every sorrow he once knew.

"Hey, girls!" he greeted, grinning as he leaned in to give his mother a long, firm kiss and then turned to Sharon, gifting her the same sensual touch. Then he flopped down on the couch.

"You’re back early today," Sharon said, raising a brow, her lips still tingling.

Asher raised an eyebrow back. "Is that... a problem?"

She chuckled. "You’re glowing like a horny teenager. Trying to play it cool, huh? But it’s written all over your face, perv."

He scoffed, flustered. "Geez, shut up! I just... wanted to come early today."

"Mmhmm." Onalenna chuckled, holding up a see-through lace panty from the pile of clothes. She laid it carefully on the table, running the hot iron over it while casting him a sultry look. "As you can see, we’re preparing for the big day too."

Asher’s eyes locked on the panty. His mind spiraled into unfiltered lust. He could already imagine his mother in those, straddling his face, her ass grinding into his face as he inhales her intoxicating scent, juices dripping down, drowning him in sinful, incestuous pleasure.

Smack!

Sharon hit the back of his head. "Pervert! You were imagining nasty things again, weren’t you?"

"Will you not—ugh!" He groaned, standing. "I’m going to take a bath. You two coming?"

They’d grown closer since their slime dungeon adventure. Close enough that bathing together as a family was normal now. Applying lotion to each other’s bodies was no longer awkward, it was... intimate.

Already bathed, sorry!" Sharon said with a cheeky grin.

"And I’ve got to run an errand," Onalenna added. "Buying some... essentials."

"Ugh. Fine. I’ll bathe alone," Asher grumbled, walking off.

"Oh, tomorrow’s gonna be fun," Sharon whispered, eyes sparkling. "He’s gonna ravage us like a wild beast."

Onalenna smiled, soft dimples forming. "I’m so wet already just looking at him. That’s why I can’t bathe with him now. One look at that horse-cock of his and I’ll ride it before the birthday even starts!"

Sharon nodded seriously. "Totally relatable."

Onalenna finished ironing, then stood up. "I’ll go grab some booze from Stick & Lick Enterprises. Maybe walking outside will calm me down."

"You horny slut!" Sharon teased.

Onalenna threw her daughter a wink and swayed her hips on purpose as she slipped on her sandals and walked into the vibrant streets of Eldoria.

But outside, hidden in shadows—eyes watched her.

A man in a black hooded cloak held an open book in one hand. Its pages glowed faintly with dark energy.

"She’s on the move," he whispered into the book.

"Roger that," another voice echoed faintly from its pages.

With that, the cloaked man vanished, his form dissolving into a thin trail of dark mist.

Meanwhile, Onalenna strolled through the bustling city, half-lost in thoughts of Asher’s birthday. Her thighs pressed lightly together as her arousal refused to fade. She thought of the styles she’d try out—cowgirl, lotus, even that one Sharon called the soul-snatcher. She finally arrived at her destination.

Stick & Lick Enterprises stood tall with its glowing sign.

Inside, the workers greeted her with cheerful bows.

"Good afternoon, ma’am!"

"Hey, girls." Onalenna smiled. "Kelly — finally moved out from that trash house?"

"Yup! Just like you! No more leaking roofs!"

They laughed.

"I came for something strong," she said, licking her lips. "Birthday strength."

Banji stood and waved her over. "This way, my lady!"

She led Onalenna to a shelf lined with elegant bottles as they reached the wine shelves.

"Our wines have names now," Banji said proudly. "Boss wanted it that way. The most expensive one? Flameberry Reserve. Deep ruby color, gold swirls. Smokey, spiced flavor. Meant for cold nights, broken hearts... or warlords heading into battle. 16% alcohol. 15 gold coins per bottle."

Onalenna examined the bottle, classy and intense, just her style. She took it without hesitation.

When she reached for her pouch to pay, the girls refused.

"You’re the boss’s mother" Banji said. "It’s on us."

"Thank you. You’re all too kind." She smiled and walked out with the bottle. "Take care."

But halfway home, the atmosphere shifted.

From the shadows, the watchers gathered.

Then, a huge, furry black cat crossed the road in front of her. Its yellow eyes gleamed with something unnatural. It stared at her, meowed once, then disappeared into the alley ahead.

Onalenna’s skin prickled.

Black cats were cursed in this realm. If one crossed your path, you turned. You never followed the same route. Everyone knew that.

With a grunt of distaste, she turned down an alley to take a longer route—just to be safe.

But that decision... was the mistake.

The alley led her straight to four hooded men, each with a glowing book in their hands. Their presence oozed dark energy. Evil. Intent.

Behind her, the meow returned.

Turning swiftly, her breath hitched.

The cat transformed—its body twisted, expanded, bones cracking and reforming—until it became a black-cat folk male. An extinct race. Yet here he stood, fangs bared, claws twitching.

And his eyes? Hollow. Lifeless.

The men began chanting.

The cat stood guard behind her, blocking her exit.

Onalenna’s eyes narrowed. Her fingers curled. "Getting attacked in alleyways again? Max, can’t you creeps try something new?"

One of the hooded men grinned. "Sharp as ever, huh... pity that wont help you."

The chanting deepened.

Onalenna clicked her tongue, her eyes glowing slightly.

"They never learn," she whispered. "They really think I walk alone... when my beast sleeps in my shadow?"

Rex began stirring from her shadow, and taking his.dog form.

"Let’s make this quick. My son’s got a big birthday coming up."

TBC.