Okay, I could sit here and keep talking about how chaotic the harem had become, but let's be honest—we need to get to the point of this mess. Blame the author for rushing me.
Sylvaris spent the next twenty minutes navigating the aftermath until the storm finally began to settle. The tension, the glances, the sighs—eventually, the women reached a silent, unspoken agreement: this had to be kept a secret within the house. At least until Sylvaris completed the Hero Trials. If word spread now, if emotions spiraled any further, the chaos would be impossible to contain. And chaos... was the last thing they needed right now.
The rest of the day passed quietly, lacking the kind of "action" Sylvaris had so shamelessly hoped to gain from the whole confession fiasco. His cock, still valiantly pulsing with unspent ambition, was left to sulk alone in a room filled with four stunning women—each of whom had apparently reached the same verdict:
No pussy for idiots.
