The week continued in a similar fashion. He made time for his older women—the married young women who had accepted him into their lives—ensuring that none of them felt neglected.
Obata Natsumi, with her knowing smile and her gentle hands, received an evening of quiet conversation and warm affection. She was a mature woman who understood the complexities of life, and her presence was always calming.
Hisato, the fiery married woman with long brown hair, pretended to be tough and independent, but melted under his attention like butter in a warm pan. She would protest and act annoyed, but her eyes always betrayed her true feelings. Every time he visited, her resistance crumbled a little more, especially when he was filling her loneliness more than her husband—who, for unknown reasons, had become indebted to his workplace, making it practically his home now.
Kasumi, the soft-spoken MILF, blushed at every compliment he paid her. She was quiet and reserved, but beneath that demure exterior was a passionate woman who craved his affection. He made sure to give her plenty of attention, watching her bloom under his care.
And Miyajima Tsubaki—the elegant, mature woman with hidden desires—who would visit from time to time to complete their "deal" and not because she was lonely. She was refined, composed, and a devoted mother who would do anything for her "pure" daughter. As a wife, she felt guilty towards her husband, but as time went by, her reasoning crumbled like stone being worn away by droplets. Mu Xiaoxiao would sometimes teased her by commanding him to called him husband and she would comply. The most absurd is she actually agreed to have a tryst with him, enjoying his company while answering his husband calls.
If it weren't for Mu Xiaoxiao's evil intention that keeps commanding her, she would already divorce his husband so she wouldn't feel guilty anymore and his husband won't have to be broken if she was discovered. Truly the evil taste.
His senior contacts also demanded his attention. Obata Yui, the former basketball player with bright red hair, was straightforward and simple in her thinking. She didn't overcomplicate things—if she wanted him, she said so. If she was happy, she showed it. Their encounters were straightforward, passionate, and left both of them satisfied. She played basketball with the same intensity she brought to their relationship.
Miyajima Sakura, Tsubaki's daughter, was a kendo master with a fierce competitive spirit. Unlike her mother, she possessed refined elegance, sharp edges, and warrior's pride. Their time together was intense and physically demanding—a clash of wills that always ended with her surrendering to him. She was the only one yet who could match his intensity, and he found that exhilarating.
Although they are already college students and do not plan to be a professional athlete, Obata Yui are still going to gyms from time to time while Miyajima Sakura is also governing their own family dojo, sometimes teaching there or practicing ans honing her skills.
He nourished them all, each in their own way, ensuring that the flower of their own never dried and wilted. His attentions were not just physical—he listened to their hopes, their fears, their dreams for the future. He made them feel seen, valued, cherished. And in return, they gave him their hearts without reservation.
Hearing his girl's dream while their eyes would lit up bring him a joy, that he didn't where it came from.
Of course, he didn't forget the others either. There were so many—too many to list, each one unique, each one special in her own way. He took them on dates, walked them home, shared meals and conversation and stolen moments of intimacy. He made sure each of them felt the warmth of his affection, knowing that a harem only worked if every member felt valued.
His life was truly fulfilling. A paradise of his own making.
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But paradise, as he well knew, required careful maintenance. With only one month remaining before the end of the academic year, the atmosphere at school had shifted dramatically. The corridors were quieter, the study rooms perpetually occupied, the library overflowing with students desperate to cram as much knowledge into their brains as possible.
His harem—the students among them—were all deeply engrossed in their revision. Chisato, Anna, Makoto, Yuna, Nina, Yukiha, Chizuru, Kaede, Suzu, Saki, and Minori—they all had their noses buried in textbooks and past exam papers, their time and attention consumed by the looming threat of finals.
Mu Xiaoxiao, being a considerate partner, didn't disturb them too much. He would bring them snacks, offer quiet encouragement, and occasionally pull them away for short breaks—a brief moment of relaxation before returning to their studies. But he understood that this was a critical time for them, and he stepped back when necessary. He made sure they had space to focus, while also letting them know he was always there when they needed him.
Their futures were important to them, after all. He wanted them to succeed in their dreams, not just for their own sakes, but because thinking about them in their work uniforms excited him greatly.
Besides, it wasn't as if he was lacking for company. His mature women and senior contacts kept him more than occupied.
Standing with Yukino on their balcony one evening, looking out at the city lights twinkling in the distance, Mu Xiaoxiao allowed himself a moment of pure contentment. One month until graduation. But even then, nothing would really change—his harem would still be his, his power would still flow, and the world would still be his oyster.
He had everything he could ever want. Wealth, power, time, women who adored him. A life that others could only dream of.
Truly, this world was paradise.