My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 271: The Main Legacies’ Secret
Phei found them waiting at the edge of the quad.
Sierra and Maddie. Just the two of them.
No Delilah.
Which was interesting. Suspicious. Interesting-suspicious enough to make his internal alarm bells do a little jig while his dick did a completely different jig—both organs rarely in agreement, but today apparently united in their assessment that something was about to happen, and it probably involved fewer clothes and more orgasms.
"She went to class," Sierra said before he could ask.
Casual.
Too casual.
Rehearsed casual. Mirror-practiced, notecards-memorized, probably-had-a-PowerPoint casual.
Phei raised an eyebrow.
"Did she."
"Mhm." Maddie was already moving, grabbing his wrist, tugging him toward the east wing with the singular focus of a woman who’d already mentally undressed him twice, done unspeakable things to him, and was now working on round three in her head.
"Come on. We found somewhere private."
Somewhere private.
Right.
He knew exactly what this was.
They thought they were being clever. Subtle. Strategic. Like two lionesses who’d cornered a gazelle and were congratulating themselves on their hunting prowess, completely missing the fact that the gazelle had walked into the trap on purpose and was currently thinking about which lioness to eat first.
Metaphorically.
Mostly metaphorically.
Their plan was obvious:
Send Delilah away. Get him alone. Two on one without the virgin cousin watching from the sidelines, making things awkward, making him hold back, making everyone hyper-aware that one of them hadn’t been railed into next week yet while the other two had frequent flyer miles on his cock.
And they weren’t wrong to think that way.
Made sense, from their perspective. Delilah hadn’t been taken yet. Her first time shouldn’t be some quickie in a storage closet between classes—shouldn’t be rushed, shouldn’t be squeezed into a forty-five-minute window like filing taxes instead of filing her under thoroughly deflowered.
It should be special.
Planned.
Something she’d remember for the right reasons instead of losing it on a filing cabinet while her friends came on her cousin’s face three feet away.
So, they’d told her to go.
Probably dressed it up nice, too. "We need to talk to him alone." "Harem stuff which you’re still a virgin." "You understand, right, sweetie?"
And Delilah, sweet and still new to this whole arrangement—still adjusting to the reality that she was sharing a man; her cousin and her cousin’s women were to princesses like her and very soon; apparently half of Paradise at this rate—had nodded and walked away without questioning it.
Good girl.
Obedient girl.
Cute, Phei thought. Stupid, but cute.
If Delilah had stayed, he would’ve made it work. Not with his cock—her first time deserved better—but there were other ways. His fingers. His tongue. He could’ve had her screaming into her hand while Sierra and Maddie got fucked senseless three feet away.
Instead, they’d sent her off like a child who couldn’t handle adult conversation.
Their loss. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
But he’d make it up to her later.
"Where exactly are we going?"
Phei let Maddie pull him through corridors he’d never walked before.
Past classrooms where teachers droned about subjects no one cared about. Past administrative offices where people who peaked in high school pretended to have authority. Into a section of the east wing that seemed older, less renovated, less touched by the obscene wealth that dripped from every other surface of this academy like gold-plated sweat.
The hallway was dimmer here. Quieter. Abandoned quiet.Something-fucky-is-happening quiet. In Paradise, those two weren’t mutually exclusive.
"You’ll see," Sierra said from behind him.
"That’s not ominous at all."
"Shut up and walk."
"See, when beautiful women tell me to shut up and follow them into dark corridors, my survival instincts usually kick in. But my survival instincts have been on vacation since I started fucking Legacy princesses, so I guess we’re doing this."
"Your survival instincts," Maddie said without looking back, "should’ve kicked in the moment you kissed Sierra in that music room."
"Fair point. Continue leading me to my probable doom."
They stopped at a door.
It looked like every other door in this hallway—wooden, unremarkable, aggressively boring. You’d pass it a thousand times without ever wondering what was behind it, because your brain had already filed it under "maintenance closet" and moved on to more interesting thoughts, like lunch or murder or both.
A small plaque read "MAINTENANCE - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY."
Maintenance.
Sure.
And Phei was just a normal student with no supernatural abilities who definitely wasn’t going to be sleeping with half the female population of Paradise’s elite families in the next few weeks.
Cute.
Maddie pulled out a key.
An actual, physical key.
Not a keycard. Not a code. Not a retinal scanner or voice recognition or any of the other high-tech bullshit the academy used for everything else. An old brass thing, tarnished with age, the kind rich assholes had been using to lock poor people out of rooms since 1847.
"The fuck is that?"
"Legacy privilege." She grinned—that chaotic, slightly unhinged grin that meant she was enjoying herself way too much. "Every Main Legacy girl has one. Opens certain... private spaces around the academy."
"Private space." Of course he knew, but he’d never been in one.
"Mhm."
"Of course there is one."
The key slid into the lock with a click that sounded older than democracy. The door swung open on hinges that didn’t creak, because god forbid the secret rich-kid clubhouse have squeaky doors like some kind of peasant establishment.
Phei’s eyebrows damn near left his face.
It wasn’t a maintenance closet.
It was a lounge. Hidden behind that boring door like a beautiful woman in ugly clothes.
Larger than his entire living room at the tower. Warm lighting from fixtures that probably cost more than most people’s cars. Rich leather furniture from animals that had died very expensively and very recently.
A bar fully stocked with bottles whose labels looked handwritten by monks who’d taken vows of alcoholism.
Thick carpeting that swallowed footsteps like it was trying to eat them. Windows that shouldn’t exist—impossible views of twilight gardens and starlit courtyards that made no architectural sense unless someone had decided physics was optional for Legacy heirs.
"Welcome," Sierra said, stepping past him, "to the Hideout."
"The what now?"
"Elena’s Hideout." Maddie was already at the bar, because of course she was, pouring something amber into a crystal glass that probably had a name, a pedigree, and a small trust fund. "She set it up years ago. Only the girls have keys."
"Elena," Phei repeated. "As in Elena Ashford."
"The one and only Virgin Succubus." Sierra settled onto one of the leather couches, sinking into it like an old friend who knew all her sins and loved her anyway. "We come here to escape. Chill. Get away from everyone." A pause, deliberate. "Or when Elena’s torturing someone and needs privacy."
"Torturing."
"Mmm." Sierra’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. "She has... methods."
"No cameras. No staff. No interruptions. The door locks from the inside and no one—not even teachers—can enter without a Legacy key."
A secret room where Legacy kids could do whatever they wanted, with whoever they wanted.
No consequences.
No witnesses.
No accountability.
And Phei was standing in it with two women who hadn’t brought him here for conversation.
"So," Maddie said, pressing the glass into his hand, "we have about forty-five minutes before next period."
"Forty-five minutes," Phei repeated.
"Mhm."
The amber liquid caught the warm light—probably worth more per ounce than most people made per hour.
"That’s not a lot of time."
"No," Maddie agreed.
"For what you’re clearly planning."
"No."
"Two of you. Forty-five minutes. In a room specifically designed for Legacy kids to do whatever they want without consequences."
"When you put it that way," Sierra was already unbuttoning her blazer—slow, deliberate, each button a small surrender—"it sounds almost scandalous."
"It sounds like a logistics problem."
"Then I guess," Maddie set down her own glass, fingers moving to her tie, loosening it with practiced ease, "you’d better stop talking and start solving it."
Two Legacy princesses. A secret room. Forty-five minutes.
Phei glanced at Sierra, blazer sliding off shoulders like shed skin. At Maddie, buttons coming undone, that chaos-goblin grin saying let’s see what you’ve got, how hard you can break us before the bell.
He set the glass down untouched.
The liquid inside barely rippled.
"I’ll lock the door."
