Harem Roleplay System: I Was Added to a Magic Chat Group of Beauties!-Chapter 10: Depraved Chat Room

James sat there, staring at the glowing divine link like it was the forbidden fruit. His fingers twitched, hesitating over the mouse as his thoughts raced.

He'd really done it.

He'd just thrown away his dignity, his pride, his entire existence as a straight man, just to get into a stupid secret chat group where women ranked dicks like they were Olympic judges.

『I need to sleep with at least four women after this... no way in the world will anyone know about this...』

James covered his face with one hand and groaned.

"This better be worth it..."

But damn it, there was no turning back now. He took a deep breath, moved his cursor over the link, and clicked it.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then—

Ding!

[You have entered the Table of Beauties!]

A whole new chat interface opened up, and the very first thing James saw was a flood of messages.

[Merlin: Welcome, new sister! ✨]

[Ishtar: Hooh? Another one joins our ranks... Let's see if she's worthy.]

[Lilith: Ooooh~ fresh meat~ I hope she's cute. You're cute, right, Kang? Wait, hold on, that name—]

[Artoria: Shut up, Lilith. Anyway, everyone, meet James! She's one of us now. 😁]

James stared at the screen as his jaw tightened. He knew this moment would come—when someone would question his name—but he wasn't about to blow his cover this fast.

With steady fingers, he typed—

[Oh, don't mind my name. My parents wanted a boy, lol.]

There was a brief pause.

Then—

[Merlin: Pfffft, damn, girl. That's rough. But to be honest, I get a lot of hate too—especially from all these lame, misogynistic men.]

[Artoria: Wait, fr?]

[Merlin: YES 😩 The moment they hear Archmage Merlin they immediately picture some old, baby-faced, hunched-back dude with a Santa-ass beard, dressed in shitty star-patterned blue robes that look like fucking pajamas.]

[Lilith: LMAOOO that's fucked up.]

[Ishtar: Well, whatever. A name doesn't matter, only sisterhood does.]

James was furious when he read the message.

"Of course that's what they're gonna assume... Do they think this is some kind of anime where you can just gender-bend any character and people will be fine with it as long as they're ridiculously sexy? All you need is that 'mommy will get that for you' voice, and suddenly, everyone's on board."

Frustrated, he crossed his arms and sank back into his chair with an annoyed huff.

"I swear, they always pull the misogyny card—even in roleplays! If a female character got gender-swapped into a guy, people would lose their minds. But if it's a male character turned into a woman, nobody complains because, let's be real, the female version is always hotter."

He glanced to his left, then to his right, and after a moment, a small smirk appeared on his face.

"Although... if I'm being honest, I actually like this version of Merlin. She's super sexy, got huge tits and ass... and, well, I'm definitely not complaining."

He gave a firm nod of approval.

Then he noticed something—there was another tab inside the chat labeled [Forbidden Archives].

His curiosity sparked immediately.

What the hell was that? He was about to click on it when—

[Medusa: So, James, since you're new, let's get right to it. Do you prefer length or girth?]

James nearly choked on air.

[Kang: Huh??]

He didn't even know when he typed this.

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[Lilith: Yeah, like, do you want it long and thin or short and thick? It's an important question. I personally love both, I sometimes shove a cucumber up my sweet hole and then I use a mutated eggplant for my backdoor... oh it always makes me feel so good 🤭 TMI? Sorry...]

[Artoria: Don't you dare be sorry 🤩 that's awesome!]

[Ishtar: See, this is why I love human worlds. Their fruits are multipurpose. You can eat a cucumber, and you can stick it up your ass. Two different kinds of pleasure. Meanwhile, the fruits here in Uruk? Boring. One gives you immortality, another grants you the power of an ancient god, and another one makes you see through the fabric of the universe. But do they do both? No. They just do one thing. I need to make a trip to a more civilized world soon.]

[Merlin: You know, I never thought about it like that, but you're absolutely right. Humans truly understand the value of versatility. Like, why stop at cucumbers? Bananas? Perfect curvature. Peaches? Self-lubricating. And don't even get me started on melons. I'm already planning a trip. Ishtar, want to come with? I promise I'll bring some special... research materials.]

[Lilith: Crazy, even I haven't shoved a melon up my ass—but come to think of it... I'm sure it feels good. 🤤]

[Merlin: Wooooaahh, slow down there. I haven't done it myself tbh, I barely even masturbate 🤷‍♂️ okay, well I did use to shove my magic wand up there... a little, but that was in my Magister days back at Bellnoa Magic University.]

[Artoria: A whole magic wand up there? Damn.]

[Merlin: Yep, but I want my next and best sexual experience to be with a man. No more of this shoving things up my sacred hole... at least for now.]

[Medusa: ... I feel like I should say something, but honestly, I'm just impressed by the dedication to this topic. Though, if we're talking human foods, honey is vastly underappreciated. It's sweet, smooth, and sticky in all the right ways. I've used it to touch myself once.]

[Artoria: 😒]

[Medusa: Okay, okay, more times than I can count 🤧 don't bite my head off. I just like how messy it makes my hole after a quick rub session.]

[Lilith: Honey? Adding that to my list. Kinda reminds me of how Satan butt fucked Ars Goetia Prince Sitri while he was sleeping and came in the poor guy's ass. The tape leaked and I got to see Satan's cock, eh, it's big, but nothing you can't find with a random search on any adult site. 🤷‍♂️]

[Merlin: Damn, even Satan is out here leaking tapes? I swear, the divine realms are just as messy as human celebrity drama. But honestly, Lilith, I expected more from him. If his dick is only search engine average, then what's he compensating for?]

[Ishtar: Right?? Like, you'd think a so-called Lord of Hell would be packing something legendary. A cock that warps reality, corrupts souls, and brings about the end times just by slapping against your ass. But no. Just another "eh, I've seen better" situation. Makes you wonder if all those demons worship him out of fear or if they're just too polite to say he's mid.]

[Artoria: I dunno, I feel like it makes sense. I mean, who actually thinks the biggest names have the best dicks? Gods, demons, heroes—most of them are overcompensating. Meanwhile, I bet some random farmhand in a backwater village is out there with a cock that could make a goddess repent.]

[Medusa: ...You know, that's probably true. The ones who don't have something to prove are usually the ones who'll leave you ruined and walking funny for a week. The quiet ones. The ones who just go, "Oh? You want me to go slow?" and then rearrange your insides with no effort.]

[Merlin: Goddamn, Medusa, you saying that like you're speaking from experience. 😏]

[Medusa: ... No comment.]

[Ishtar: Oh, she definitely has a story there. Spill it, snake lady. Who was it? Some forgotten warrior? A humble fisherman? A mortal who outperformed the gods?]

[Medusa: ...]

[Artoria: Oh, now you have to tell us. If you don't, I'm just going to assume it was some peasant named Gerald with a dick blessed by the heavens.]

[Medusa: I hate all of you.]

[Ishtar: Medusa's already done it with a guy and we're here still shoving things up our holes 😩]

[Merlin: Our time will come XD]

[Artoria: LOL, oh please, Lin 🙄 we both know there's nothing stopping an old lady like you from getting cock. Just tell one of your more handsome students to stay for extra classes and give him the private lesson of a lifetime. 🤤]

[Merlin: Nah, I'll stay a virgin for as long as possible. I spoke with my old master and she says there are certain magical advantages that come with being one.]

[Ishtar: I think that's a fair trade 🤔]

･･･

James clenched his fists so hard his knuckles popped.

Why was this the first thing they asked new members?!

He had to answer. He had to blend in. He had to—

James shut his eyes, typed the first thing that came to mind, and sent it.

[Kang: Uh, both?]

Silence.

Then the chat exploded.

[Merlin: Oho~ a woman of culture.]

[Lilith: She's greedy! I love it!]

[Ishtar: Mmm... interesting.]

[Artoria: She's one of us for sure.]

James stared at the screen as his eye twitched.

He had infiltrated the most degenerate hive of female roleplayers in existence.

And there was no escape.

James fell back in his chair, arms limp, staring at the ceiling with the kind of soul-crushing disappointment usually reserved for men who realized they'd made a terrible mistake.

Five minutes.

That was all it took for him to understand that he was taking this to the grave.

There was no way he could ever explain to another living soul that he infiltrated an all-girls chat group, only to discover that these so-called "ladies" were just a bunch of degenerate roleplayers who spent their time debating girth, length, and... other depraved details about men.

Not politics. Not philosophy. Not even gossip. Just dick.

James pressed his fingers against his forehead.

"... Are they really this bored?"

Or worse—were they just this depraved?

That was a question he wanted answered, but staring at the ceiling wasn't going to solve it. With a long sigh, he sat upright as his eyes dragged back to the screen.

And then...

His gaze landed on the tab labeled [Forbidden Archives].

For the second time.

He had noticed it earlier, of course.

But back then, he dismissed it.

He thought he had some standards.

But now, after seeing just how depraved these women were, a thought slithered into his mind—what if...

James closed his eyes.

『Is it possible... that this is where they keep... you know... the n-—he hesitated—the nudes?』

His eyes snapped open. His heartbeat quickened, but not in the way it used to when he still had his "equipment." No, this was something else.

He swallowed thickly.

"... I'm no better than other men."

He muttered it like a confession, like an addict admitting his sins. Then, with slow, deliberate movement, his cursor hovered over the tab—

And he clicked.

Instantly, an overwhelming wall of questionable adult content flooded his screen.

Over 230 million posts.

All blurred. All marked with heavy warnings.

James stared at the sheer scale of it as his brain was unable to comprehend just how these women had managed to generate this much... material.

Curiosity clawed at him.

Against his better judgment, he scrolled down and clicked a random post titled:

[Banned Bachannalia Reserve Commercial]

The moment it opened, he stopped breathing.

Before him was a woman with the undeniable beauty of a goddess.

Milky-white skin.

Scarlet hair that cascaded like liquid fire.

Eyes so lush and green they looked like the heart of an untouched forest.

And curves.

James could not ignore the fullness of her chest, the sinful plumpness of her hips, the way her body filled the elegant chiton she wore—like every inch of her was sculpted by the hands of divinity itself.

Again and again... his eyes went back to those breasts and the two ripe peaches she carried at her back.

She looked like a goddess. A Greek goddess.

James' breath hitched.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought lingered — Dionysus is supposed to be a dude...

But whatever.

He was too invested to complain right now.

Then, suddenly—

His hands twitched. His eyes flicked downward.

A tissue. A bottle of lube.

James jerked back so fast his chair nearly toppled over.

"Where the hell did these come from?!"

He didn't remember grabbing them. Hell, he didn't even own lube!

But his hands were already locked around them like some primal force had overridden his free will.

A cold shudder ran down his spine.

Yet... he did not move away from the screen.

Dionysus smiled at the camera, slow and seductive as her emerald eyes carried heavy sexiness.

"Oh~"

She purred as her voice came out like melting honey.

"I'm so parched..."

James gulped.

She turned slightly, revealing a small table beside her. Upon it sat a bottle of deep, rich wine. She picked it up and the golden label caught the light as she tilted it toward the camera.

[Bacchanalia Reserve]

Dionysus traced a delicate finger along the glass.

"Maybe... I'll have a little of this."

Then, she giggled behind her hand—soft, delicate, but laced with something wicked.

"There's no single man on Olympus who doesn't love drinking my wine. They drink it so shamelessly... and their 'beautiful' wives who are said to have the sweetest fruits between their legs... are left worried. Hmph."

She leaned in as her rosy lips curved into something downright devilish.

"After all... they love the source of my wine~"

James stopped breathing.

Then, Dionysus slowly sat on a chair, drawing a small wooden bucket closer to her.

And then—

She spread her legs.

She was showing the full pinkness of her fruit — there was no man who saw it that didn't have a watery mouth. It was so clean and at the same time looked like it would taste like a five-star meal if you touched it with your tongue.

James lunged forward, his eyes wide like twin flashlights.

Dionysus smiled. A predatory smile.

One hand drifted toward her thigh, teasingly, as she leaned closer to the camera.

"Tell me..."

She murmured as her eyes gleamed with amusement.

"...Do you wanna watch me make some wine?"