My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer

Mark opened his eyes slowly, and the first thing he noticed was that he was in complete darkness.

Not the darkness of a closed room or a moonless night, not even the darkness you see when you squeeze your eyes shut.

It was a darkness much more like the one he had seen before being sent to his new world.

"Ugh, what happened?" Mark said, blinking to adjust his eyes.

Then Mark looked down at his own body, or at least where his body should be, and was surprised to find he was completely naked.

"Alright, think," he told himself, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. "The last thing I remember is... is..."

And that’s where it stopped, because the last thing he remembered was walking toward the dungeon, seeing Ely running toward him, and then... nothing.

The rest was blank.

"Great... did I die again? Seriously? What a pain."

Mark stepped forward cautiously, but his foot didn’t find solid ground immediately, it dipped a few centimeters before touching an invisible surface that seemed to be the floor even though nothing was visible.

"Ok, at least I’m not going to fall... I think."

Seeing there was somewhere to step, he began walking slowly in a direction he chose arbitrarily.

But as was already becoming obvious, there was nothing, only darkness.

"Hello?" Mark tried, raising his voice slightly. "Is anyone here?"

Silence.

"Ely? Aria? Yuki?... Anyone?"

Nothing.

"Alright, I’m really not liking this..."

Mark decided to try going in another direction and turned on his heel to walk the opposite way, thinking maybe he’d find something if he changed course.

But barely had he turned completely around when, on the first step he took forward, his face hit something soft.

"What the—?!"

Mark stumbled back from the impact and lost his balance, falling on his back against the floor.

"Argh!"

He lay there for a second, his back aching and not quite understanding what had just happened.

"What was that...?"

Mark propped himself up on his elbows and raised his eyes to see what he had walked into.

And then he froze.

Because before him, standing with one leg slightly forward, arms crossed beneath her chest and a grin from ear to ear, was the demoness, completely naked.

Seeing her, Mark did everything he could to keep his eyes at face level, but as was to be expected he didn’t entirely succeed.

"...Oh shit," Mark said, noticing he was starting to get hard.

Hearing that, she let out a soft laugh that made clear she was enjoying the situation far too much.

"Hello, sweetheart," the demoness said in a sweet voice as she began walking slowly toward him. "Did you miss me?"

Mark didn’t move from the floor.

Not because he couldn’t, but because he had decided that standing up at that moment was probably not the best idea, given that he was still naked and already fully hard.

"Being completely honest with you..." Mark said, trying to keep his voice steady while attempting to look her in the eyes. "I would have preferred never to see you again."

The demoness stopped a meter away and brought a hand to her chest with an exaggerated gesture of offense.

"Oh, sweetheart!" she said, tilting her head slightly. "Don’t say that, you’re going to make me sad."

"That was my intention..."

"Oh, how cruel you are!" she said, letting out a small laugh.

Mark looked up at her from the floor without saying anything more, trying to understand what the hell was going on.

While a rational part of him was screaming that this couldn’t be real, his eyes kept seeing her standing there, and being completely honest with himself, this situation was considerably more pleasant to look at than their last encounter.

He let his eyes travel over the demoness’s body from top to bottom slowly and without any shame.

"You know..." Mark said in a casual tone. "If you’d shown up like this the first time we met, maybe I would have agreed to talk to you more."

She also let her gaze travel down Mark’s body, pausing for a couple of seconds at his crotch.

"Mmm..." she said in a thoughtful tone. "You’re quite handsome yourself, sweetheart."

"Thanks, I suppose."

"In fact," the demoness continued, bringing a finger to her lower lip, "now I regret even more not having been able to take you with me that day."

"What a shame for you."

"An enormous shame."

Mark was trying to keep things light because it was literally the only thing he could do to avoid thinking too hard about the fact that he was completely exposed in front of her.

Then the demoness crouched down slowly, bending her knees and resting her hands on the invisible floor in front of her.

Then she began crawling toward him, unhurried.

With movements so deliberate it was impossible they were accidental.

Her red eyes didn’t leave his for a single second, and that smile on her lips kept growing more and more pronounced with every centimeter she advanced.

’Oh, this is a trap.’

"You know, sweetheart...?" she said in a low, slow voice. "I’ve been so lonely lately..."

Mark swallowed.

"So, so lonely," she continued, crawling a little closer. "All shut up in my dungeon... no one to talk to, no one to laugh with... no one to keep me company at night."

She stopped when she was half a meter away, arms still on the ground and her back arched in a position that left her tits at the perfect height so Mark had nowhere else to look.

"I’m so needy," she whispered seductively.

He didn’t respond right away, because his rational brain was telling him one thing and his body was telling him something completely different.

And no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, his body was winning.

By a lot.

’Mark, please, get a grip,’ he told himself.

"So..." Mark said in a tone so sarcastic he surprised even himself at being able to produce it in that situation. "Maybe I’ll come visit you from time to time."

The demoness opened her eyes slightly in feigned surprise.

"Do you really mean that, sweetheart?"

"From time to time."

"How often would ’from time to time’ be?"

"Don’t be demanding."

She let out a short laugh and brought a hand to her mouth to contain it.

Mark tried to sit up better by leaning back on one hand, but at that moment the hand slipped and he fell flat on his back.

’Damn!’

Seeing this, the demoness didn’t waste a second, the moment Mark’s back hit the ground, she crawled quickly the last few centimeters separating her from him until she was on top of him.

She put one knee on each side of his hips and rested her hands on either side of his head, her white hair falling forward and framing both their faces.

"If that’s the case..." the demoness said in a tone so low Mark felt it more than heard it, "I’ll be eagerly waiting for you, sweetheart."

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but before he could form a single word, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Mark closed his eyes by pure reflex, feeling the warmth of her body against his as the kiss between them deepened.

...

And then Mark’s eyes snapped open.

The first thing he saw was a stone ceiling, along with the faint glow of the crystals that lit his room in the dungeon.

Mark stared at the ceiling for several seconds without moving, his breathing slightly more agitated than normal.

"..."

Then he let all the air out of his lungs in one very long sigh.

"...So that was all a dream."

Hearing himself, he realized his own voice sounded normal, none of the hoarseness from the past few days, which meant the fever had broken completely.

Mark slowly turned his head to the side to confirm he was indeed in his room.

And that was when he saw Ely and Aria, both sound asleep, each hugging one of his arms, with peaceful expressions on their faces.

Then he looked down and confirmed that, indeed, under the sheets, he had absolutely nothing on.

’...I suppose that was to be expected,’ he thought as he closed his eyes and lay back down.