In My Master's Harem

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Chapter 5

Hisoka sat by the pool with his feet in the crystal water. Feeling rather relaxed, he swirled his feet in the clear depths. Hisoka had loved the water since he was a child. When his parents still loved him, they used to take him to the beach and let him play by the sea. Those days were long over and it had been a while since he last saw a body of water. He didn’t want to admit it, but he fell in love with the harem pool the moment he saw it. The lunatics—err, the nine members of the harem actually decided to let him have some peace and quiet, but that wasn’t until he nearly had a mental breakdown. They all decided to give Hisoka another snuggle fest, and that finally took a toll on his empathy. Hisoka turned even more pale then he already was and felt like he was about to throw up. Chidsuru, a pretty girl with dark skin and short hair, noticed that Hisoka was pale and trembling, brought the little snuggling session to a halt.

“Are you okay, Hisoka?” Chidsuru asked.

“Uh…,” Hisoka murmured, still trembling. “My…my…”

“Oh dear! That’s right. I’m sorry. We didn’t think about your empathy!” Chidsuru cried.

Hisoka looked up in surprise, forgetting his sickness for a moment. “How did you know about my empathy?” he asked.

A ripple of giggles went through the harem.

“Tsk, tsk, Soka-chan,” Yuma said, shaking her finger at him. “You weren’t paying attention when Tsuzuki told us about your gifts.”

“He—he did?” Hisoka asked, feeling a little perplexed.

“Yep,” Maria chimed in. “But I can’t blame you for not paying attention earlier. Tsuzuki is just so beautiful that I could sit and watch him all day long.”

Everyone in the harem sighed in agreement.

Hisoka rolled his eyes. Everyone in this harem really was insane. He wondered if they were all brainwashed, but no, they weren’t. Their minds were all too clear to be brainwashed. They simple felt this strong love for Tsuzuki.

“Don’t worry about your empathy, Hisoka,” Wakaba said. “We were all trained to keep up a shield, but sometimes our enthusiasm gets out of hand and our shields drop a little.”

He had no idea whether or not this was good news.

“Thanks, Wakaba,” Hisoka said softly.

Wakaba smiled at him, her different colored eyes sparkled. “No problem. After all, you’re one of us and we all want you to feel at home.”

“Yeah, yeah!” the others chanted. Hmm, this seemed to be a pattern with them.

“Maybe we should give Hisoka some time to himself,” Chidsuru suggested. “We’ll give you some time alone to get adjusted to these quarters. Afterwards, we’ll show you where your room is.”

Hisoka nodded, silently thanking them all as they left to give him some peace and quiet.

There was a certain intimacy to the harem that was rather relaxing and it gave him plenty to think about. He briefly wondered how his parents were doing. There was little doubt that they didn’t miss him so he knew there was no way they would miraculously show up and ask for his return. Hisoka remembered reading fantastic tales of kings who lived in palaces and always saved their beloveds from fates worse than death. He could easily imagine Tsuzuki as one of those kings saving his love from unknown dangers. Hisoka shook his head, wondering why he thought of such a thing. It’s not like he was the beloved in need of being rescued. Hisoka dipped his hand into the cool water and watched it slip back into the pool.

His anklet sparkled from the sun rays that shined through the skylights of the harem. He stared at the diamond-encrusted adornment and couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to drape perfectly around his ankle. Was this a sign or something? It was hard to believe that such a slender piece of jewelry was able to bind him to another man, but here he was. Of course, he never blamed Tsuzuki for his plight, for the amethyst-eyed man was just as shocked to receive a harem boy as a birthday gift. He knew that Tsuzuki was trying to make things go as smoothly as possible, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was slave—no, he was more of a sex slave then anything else. What else would you call someone who lived in a harem?

About an hour later, the harem was full again of chatting boys and girls.

“C’mon, Hisoka, I’ll show you to your room,” Izuru said eagerly, grabbing his hand and starting to drag the wheat-haired boy up the stairs.

“No fair! I want to show Hisoka his room,” Azumi wailed.

“Yeah, why don’t the three of us go with him?” Nagi said.

“Why does it have to be just the three of you?” Hisae asked.

“Because,” Nagi said, puffing up his chest. “We’re all men.”

“Okay, okay, let’s not start a fight, guys,” Wakaba said. “The boys should show Hisoka where he’s sleeping since he’ll be in their part of the sleeping quarters.”

Hisoka was lead up the stairs by the overly excited boys who were ecstatic that there was another boy in the harem. They reached the top of the stairs and took a left toward the doors covered by the gauzy curtains. The rooms on the other side of this floor were obviously the girls’ quarters, but he was surprised that there wasn’t more of a separation between the sexes.

“Here we are,” Azumi said as he pulled back the curtain to the room closest to the stairwell. “This is your room.”

Hisoka peered inside and saw a rather nicely sized room with white carpeting and dark blue material draped along the ceiling. There was a double-sized bed in the middle of the room with a small bookshelf next to it. The bed was covered in a silky dark blue comforter and silver blankets with three pillows lying on top. There was even a little adjoining room complete with a toilet, sink and a mirror.

“Is this really my room?” Hisoka asked in amazement.

“You bet,” Azumi informed him.

Hisoka had no idea what to say. He barely remembered his childhood room since it was taken away from him so early in life.

“Uh, where do I take a bath?”

“Oh, Tsuzuki didn’t show you the bath?” Izuru asked. “It’s back downstairs and past the dining room. It’s pretty big, even bigger than our pool. Everyone uses it at different times of the day, but we all go in together after breakfast with Tsuzuki. There are times Tsuzuki can’t join us, like today, but those times are rare.”

“Tsuzuki shares a bath with you guys?” Hisoka went pale.

The three young harem men looked at him. “Of course,” Nagi said as if it should’ve been obvious. “It’s tradition. Tsuzuki does have his own private bath, which is much bigger than the harem one, but he enjoys being with us so he comes here.”

“Yeah,” Azumi added, “Tsuzuki’s private bath is just that: private. We only get to use his bath when he invites us up to his room for the night.”

Azumi nodded vigorously. “Tsuzuki’s fond of using the bath as a form of foreplay.”

Hisoka’s cheeks flushed. That was way too much of information.

Uh,” Hisoka decided it was time to change the subject. “I noticed that the girls’ quarters aren’t really separated from ours. Doesn’t anyone worry that something might happen between one of the guys and one of the girls?” Okay, maybe this wasn’t the best subject to change to.

“No,” Izuru said slowly. “It’s against the law for us to be with anyone but Tsuzuki. If any of us is caught messing around, even with each other, then we would be punished by death.”

“The last time anyone in the harem was executed was in Tsuzuki’s father’s time,” Nagi continued. “Two of the harem girls were caught having a fling and they were hanged for it.”

Hisoka looked at him in horror. “How were they caught? Did someone rat them out?”

“No, no one told on them. Centuries ago, magic was placed in the harem to detect any kind of sexual activity that doesn’t involve the king,” Izuru explained. “The magic is quite effective.”

“Hisoka,” Azumi began. “We all may cuddle and snuggle with one another, but it never goes beyond that. We all love and respect Tsuzuki too much to cheat on him. Besides, it would cause him great pain to have someone executed, and none of us wants to put him through that.”

“Neither do I,” Hisoka said softly. He hated to think of those purple eyes filled with sadness for any reason.

Those eyes should only have happiness shining through them.



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