My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 25: This Bitch Is Completely Attention-Starved

Mark let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his temples.

"Alright," he said finally. "So no one from the guild knows I’m here. No one followed us, and no one knows you’re dead."

"Correct, Master."

"And is there any chance someone will find out we’ve taken over this dungeon?"

Aria shook her head emphatically.

"No one has any way of knowing, Master. Unless they reach the final boss floor. And that’s extremely difficult. This is an S-rank dungeon. Most adventurers don’t make it past the third floor."

"What about the guild?" Mark asked. "Don’t they monitor dungeons?"

"Yes, but not this one," Aria replied. "From what I’ve seen and what I know, the guild doesn’t pay much attention to this dungeon in particular."

"Why not?" Mark frowned. "You said it’s S-rank. That should be a priority, right?"

"Normally, yes," Aria nodded. "But this dungeon is... special."

"Special? How?"

"The monsters in this dungeon never leave it," Aria explained. "They’ve never attacked civilians and never caused problems outside its borders. It’s like they’re perfectly content staying inside."

’Probably because the boss kept them under control.’

"So the guild leaves it alone," Aria continued. "They consider it a stable dungeon—dangerous, but not problematic."

"And the adventurers?"

"Adventurers who want to come in and clear it are free to do so. In fact, it’s pretty popular among mid-rank adventurers looking to level up. But the guild isn’t going to commit resources or manpower to clear it themselves."

"Why not?"

Aria shrugged.

"Because they don’t care... as long as the dungeon doesn’t cause trouble, they’re not going to waste resources on it. They have bigger things to worry about."

Mark nodded slowly.

’So we’re safe. The guild isn’t coming to investigate. And no one knows Aria is dead. Perfect.’

Mark walked over to the throne and finally sat down, feeling the cold stone beneath him.

The throne was surprisingly comfortable, considering it was solid stone.

’Things in this world really aren’t that different from my old one. If something doesn’t bother the people in charge, no matter how big a problem it is, they’re not going to bother fixing it. Basic politics.’

"Alright, Aria," Mark said, closing his eyes. "That’s all for now. Thanks for being honest."

"Of course, Master. I’ll always be honest with you."

Mark expected to hear her footsteps retreating, but there was nothing.

He cracked one eye open.

Aria was still standing in front of him, twisting her hands nervously.

"Aria?"

"Master," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I... have I done well so far?"

Mark opened both eyes, surprised by the question.

"What?"

"Have I done a good job?" Aria asked, her voice trembling. "Have I been useful? Have I met your expectations?"

Mark stared at her, a little thrown, but answered quickly.

"Yes, Aria. You’ve done a good job."

Aria’s eyes lit up as if he’d just given her the greatest compliment of her life.

"Really, Master?"

"Yes. You’ve been incredibly useful. Your buff spells were crucial in the boss fight. Without you, we probably would’ve taken a lot longer to beat it."

Aria beamed at those words for several long seconds before her expression shifted to something shy.

"Then... if I’ve done a good job... can I ask you for a favor, Master?"

Mark frowned, confused.

"Sure. As long as it’s something I can do, I’ll grant it."

Aria took a deep breath, then slowly stepped closer—step by careful step—until she was right in front of him.

Without warning, she climbed onto the throne and straddled him, her legs on either side of his, her hands braced on the armrests.

Mark froze completely, utterly caught off guard.

"Aria, what—?"

"Master," Aria said, her voice shaking but thick with desperate longing. "Please... please take me."

Mark blinked.

’What? Is this actually happening?’

"Take me the way you took Yuki," she continued, her face flushing deeply. "Take me the way you took Ely. Please, Master. I’m begging you."

Her hands moved from the armrests to his shoulders, gripping him tightly.

"I’ve been good, haven’t I?" Aria asked, her voice almost frantic. "I’ve done everything you asked. I’ve been useful. I’ve been obedient. I answered all your questions. Please, Master... please make me yours."

Mark stared at her, completely stunned.

’Okay, I definitely didn’t see this coming... though maybe I should have, given how I modified her personality. I made her masochistic, submissive, a total bootlicker... of course she was going to end up begging for attention.’

Aria leaned in closer, her face inches from his.

"Please," she whispered, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I need to feel you inside me, Master. I need to know I’m yours. Like Yuki and Ely."

Her hands slid to his chest, clutching his tunic desperately.

"I saw them, Master," she said, voice cracking. "I saw the way they look at you... I saw the happiness on their faces. I want that too. I want to feel what they felt."

Mark’s heart pounded hard.

’Shit, this escalated fast... but what kind of guy would I be if I turned her down?’

"I’m begging you, Master," Aria pressed on, pressing her body against his. "I’ve been good. I’ve done everything right. Please... please give me a reward. Give me your attention... let me feel your hot cum inside me."

Her breath was hot against his neck.

"Please," she begged again, voice a desperate whisper. "Please, Master. I need you. I need you to make me yours. I need to feel you inside me. I need to know you want me as much as you want Ely and Yuki."

Her hands trembled as they clung to his tunic.

"Please," she whispered once more, and this time real tears spilled down her cheeks. "Please, Master. Don’t make me wait anymore. I can’t... I can’t take it."

Mark looked at her and saw the raw desperation in her eyes.

The need, mixed with desire. And he knew there was no way he could refuse.

’Well. Guess this was inevitable. I programmed her this way. Now I have to deal with the consequences. Though honestly... not the worst consequence in the world.’

Mark raised a hand and cupped her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb.

She shuddered at the touch, closing her eyes and pressing her face into his palm.

"Aria," he said softly.

"Yes, Master?" she whispered, opening her eyes.

And Mark smiled.

"You’ve been very good."

Aria’s eyes lit up like stars.

"So..."

"So," Mark said, sliding his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, "I think you deserve a reward."

And with that, he captured her mouth in a kiss