Harem Roleplay System: I Was Added to a Magic Chat Group of Beauties!-Chapter 11: Wine Making, Sudden Disaster

James couldn't stop staring at his screen as all he could see and hear were the erotic sounds of Dionysus as she fell back on her chair and rubbed her back against it with such an enticing motion.

Her fingers danced up and down the pink fruit between her legs as she squeezed her toes tightly. She couldn't fight the pleasure that exploded through her veins each time her fingers dug deep into her wet, slimy hole that couldn't stop making shlicking sounds.

"Ohnnnnn~ ❤️❤️ So fucking good..."

Her eyes rolled back for a short moment, and all that could be seen was the up and down motion of her massive breasts as her tongue slovenly hung out from her mouth. From the sides of her cherry-pink lips, thick saliva rolled down like tree sap.

Perhaps the only thing thicker than that would be the little white squirts she had every now and then whenever she drove her dainty, porcelain fingers inside her hole.

There were no words for James to describe what his two eyes were seeing at the moment.

But... he was invested.

『The way she does it is just—I don't know, there's just something so neat about it. It's not like most of these foreign women that do it in a sloppy way that just ends up being a turnoff... this one is more... hrmm, do I say... divine? Like the only purpose of doing it isn't just to make herself feel good, as if there's, like, a, uhm... greater purpose?』

Both his hands were on his desk, and his butt was a few inches off his swivel chair as his eyes were now focused fully on the screen before him. He stared at it the way internet gremlins who hadn't left their mother's basement in six months would look at women at a sci-fi convention.

"Come on..."

James was literally sweating as he watched this—there was so much tension on his face, as if he had put a million dollars on the line for her to climax in a few minutes.

"That barrel..."

There was a wine barrel between Dionysus' legs, and more than anything, he wanted to see what she was going to do with it. But he chose to swallow the saliva to wet his dry throat.

Dionysus smiled at the camera.

"Hnnnn~ ❤️ This is my favorite part ❤️❤️..."

Her smile grew wider and much more seductive.

Her hand moved faster—digging in and out of her sweet, pink hole as sweat started to build on her milky-white skin. Her breasts bounced up and down, the hardness of her grape-sized nipples visible from underneath her toga. They twitched each time her fingers squeezed into her soaked hole, as though she wanted to crush it until she could feel all the pleasure she was capable of.

—Fwick! FWICK!! FWWICCCKKK!!!

She continued to stab her insides harder, and the wetter and stickier her fingers became.

And then—

"Ahhnnnnn~ ❤️ I'm there—I... I'm thereeeee~ ❤️!!"

Her body twitched like she'd just gotten electrocuted, and her eyes rolled back again. Her toes uncurled while her legs stretched out as though she were being pulled by something strong—like the pleasure she was feeling right now.

It was then that she reached the mountain's top!

Her hand paralyzed and could no longer rub her pink fruit down there, and it was then her slimy hole spasmed. But not just that—she convulsed like an epileptic person, and the most erotic smile appeared on her pretty face.

—SPLAAAAAASH!!

Her pink slit splayed open as she squirted. But what came out wasn't the usual feminine fluids that stained the bed whenever a woman experienced passionate sex—instead, it was thick red wine that splashed out of her special place and started to fill up the wine barrel.

She came so much... so hard.

"KYAAAAHHHUUUNNN ❤️❤️❤️!!"

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To the point that she started vibrating like she would soon collapse on the ground. Her slit didn't stop spraying out all the red juices possible—it continued to cry out more and more red wine as she felt the pleasure tremble through her fragile, goddess-like body.

She slapped her hand on her special place, and this made more and more of the wine push out, spraying messily like a broken faucet.

Her white toga was covered in speckles of red wine, and so was the entire floor.

"HUUUUNNN ❤️ SO GOO~OOOOOD ❤️!!"

She finally filled up the barrel with her squirt that felt like it wouldn't end—now she was satisfied.

"Eighteen more barrels to go..."

She said it like she was just that one student who wrote notes for everyone in middle school.

She plucked her soaked, messy fingers out of her crying but ever-sweet hole and then brought them close to her face just so she could look at them with those shameless, perverted eyes of hers that didn't seem as satisfied as she acted to be.

—Ahump!

She stuffed her small mouth with the fingers she'd used to pleasure herself and licked them clean.

"Mmmm~ ❤️ That tastes good..."

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~Presently~

Alfred stormed up the luxury glass stairs as his polished shoes clicked sharply against the surface with every step. His hands were clenched into fists, and his brows furrowed so hard it was a wonder they didn't fuse together.

"Sometimes, I can't even believe I'm only twenty-eight!"

He muttered under his breath.

"Surrounded by business men and women who act like man-babies. And Master James—!"

His teeth clenched as frustration burned inside him.

That man knew exactly how important his role as Executive Director was! The Golden Group had specifically requested him, and the Chairman had approved it.

But if Master James didn't start showing the competence he'd been displaying since Germany, then everyone on the board — especially Judith — would start whispering about nepotism and scheming against the Chairman.

Alfred exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to calm down.

No use exploding before he even got to James.

Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaled deeply, and then—

BANG! BANG!

He rapped his knuckles firmly against the grand doors of James's room.

— Silence.

Knock. Knock. Still no response.

His patience snapped. He shoved the doors open with a loud THUD and barked—

"For shame, Master James! Are you really not going to take responsibility for how you unfairly lashed out at that young lady named Ada Brown—?!"

But before he could go any further, his words choked in his throat.

The room was filled with... noises.

Not just any noises. Erotic, lewd, downright sinful sounds that made Alfred's ears burn.

"Ahhuuunnnnn ❤️!"

"Ahhhhnnn~ ❤️ So much wine is pouring out of my hole I feel like I'm gonna──eyaaahhnnn ❤️!!"

"It's coming... it's—it's com—AHHHNNNN ❤️!"

Moans. Wet sounds.

A woman's voice breathy and desperate in a way that made it painfully obvious what kind of content was playing.

His eyes slowly moved toward the monitor.

There James was—seated, frozen like a deer in headlights, his panicked gaze locked onto Alfred. And then, as if by sheer instinct, James jumped up and hugged the monitor to his chest, as if that could somehow erase what Alfred had just witnessed.

But Alfred had already seen it.

And dear heavens above, he wished he hadn't.

The screen had shown a red-haired woman making "wine" in a way that was so utterly obscene, so abominable and questionable, that Alfred's brain briefly shut down from sheer secondhand embarrassment.

His face turned pale. He immediately straightened up, eyes staring at the ceiling as if trying to pretend he hadn't just seen what he had. But James's shame was so tangible that Alfred had to clear his throat loudly just to reset the atmosphere.

"Uhm... I apologize for barging in unannounced..."

Alfred said stiffly, smoothing out his vest.

"I wasn't able to get through to Master James, so I handled it like I would any other emergency."

James's face turned a deeper shade of red, and he buried himself further into the monitor as he grumbled—

"Piss off, dickhead..."

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Alfred's lips. He turned his gaze to the side, letting out a knowing harrumph! before murmuring—

"I didn't know Master James had a fetish for something so... uniquely grotesque, but who am I to judge? There are men who also have a thing for futas... or as the sexually overt would call it— chicks with dicks."

James said nothing. He simply sat there, marinating in his shame, knowing that anything he said would only dig him deeper into the abyss.

Seeing as James was very much alive and well, a happy Alfred decided to shift focus.

"Since Master James has time to watch... that, then surely he has time to eat and head to work."

He dusted off his sleeves and turned to leave.

"I'll prepare something nice for breakfast."

James let out a sharp sigh of relief.

But just as Alfred reached the door, he casually added—

"Oh... just a reminder — in case Master James is feeling... sexually famished, do let me know. I'll have the finest escort in Liberty City sent right away."

James's head snapped up, face burning. "Eat a dick."

But before Alfred could even offer a witty retort—

DUUUUUUMMMM!!!

A deep, earth-shaking BOOM erupted from outside and sent violent tremors through the entire mansion.

The glass walls trembled.

The chandeliers swayed.

The expensive marble floor cracked beneath the force.

Both men were thrown off balance. Unfortunately, James painfully face-planted onto the ground in an undignified heap. Meanwhile, Alfred executed a small pirouette mid-air before landing smoothly on his feet.

Not wasting another moment, Alfred immediately kneeled beside James.

"Is Master James alright?"

James groaned and rubbed his nose as he muttered—

"Tch. Fuck that. What the hell was that noise?! If I buy a fifty-million-dollar manor, I expect peace and no fucking neighbors doing something stupid like playing hip-hop music on a friggin' JBL—what was that?!"

Alfred patted James's back and murmured—

"Hrmm. I'm not so sure that's any neighbor of the sort."

—

Far outside the mansion, in James's sizable estate...

Vivian was perched on a thick tree branch as her fresh legs — like smoothened ivory — dangled as she focused on the screen of her advanced drone.

She huffed, arms crossed.

"I can't believe even after James lost everything, he was still able to start from nothing and get enough money to afford a property this massive... but compared to his family's old house this place feels so... dead?"

She didn't know how to put it.

"Maybe I just don't like this place...? I'm not really sure. It's just that every time I used to visit the Hart Manor for the holidays or our usual playdates, it felt so full of life. The workers were always smiling, especially when they saw James or his dad, Mr. Michael Hart. But here... here feels different. Then again, James isn't the same playful boy he used to be. He doesn't even want to be called a Hart anymore."

She pouted and her cheeks puffed out cutely.

It was quite adorable for a lady who was always known to be very mature by her co-workers — and even called stern by her subordinates.

In the end, only James could bring out this side of her.

"Hmph! And because of that, I have to suffer being treated like some gold-digging whore?"

She swung her slender fist in the air.

"I have my own money, you know!"

Her voice echoed into the empty space.

Alfred obviously couldn't hear her, but that didn't stop her from shouting as if he could.

Eventually, she slumped, exhaling heavily.

"Ugh. I'm talking to myself now... as if climbing a tree and using an expensive, still-in-testing drone to stalk a man who wants nothing to do with me isn't already crazy enough."

She sighed in deep self-loathing.

"And I seriously left my worn panties all over his house just to have an excuse to come back?!"

She clutched her head, groaning.

"I should've just used fresh pairs—AAH! WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING AT THIS POINT?!"

She shook her head aggressively, trying to regain her dignity, and focused back on her drone's screen.

But then—she noticed something off.

Workers were running.

Not the casual "Oh no, I'm late for work" kind of running.

No... not at all.

This was "I am about to fucking die" running.

Old maids tossed their cleaning supplies into the air.

Security guards—big, burly men—bolted like terrified rabbits as they left their weapons behind.

Vivian narrowed her eyes and lifted her high-tech binoculars to zoom in on the commotion's source.

And then—her stomach dropped.

A massive, black dragon stood at the far end of the estate and its massive, silvery-white claws sunk into the ground as it let out a thunderous roar.

ROOOOOOOOAAARRRRRR!!

[DING! Transformation of the Demon Lord's pet is 100% complete. The canine creature has now transformed into the mythical-grade species — Dragonic Mutt!]

[The dragonic mutt has transformed into the Black Disaster Dragon, Veligryph!]

Vivian's eyes bulged out of her skull.

"A D-, DRAGON—?!"