Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 74: Good Morning [18+]

The morning sun filtered weakly through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the absolute disaster zone that was Alex’s bedroom.

The plush, king-sized bed looked like it had been the epicenter of a localized hurricane. The expensive silk sheets were kicked off onto the floor, the pillows were scattered haphazardly, and the heavy musk of sweat, virgin blood, and intense arousal hung thick in the air.

In the center of the wreckage, the newly reunited couple was fast asleep.

Emma was curled tightly against Alex’s side, completely naked. Her petite, pale body was marked with faint red fingerprints on her hips and thighs—souvenirs of Alex’s monstrous, System-enhanced stamina. Her fluffy blonde hair was a tangled mess across his chest, her cheek resting over his heart. She had a soft, deeply satisfied smile on her swollen lips, completely exhausted after going five agonizingly pleasurable rounds before finally passing out around 4:00 AM.

Alex’s right arm was draped protectively over her small waist, his body running on the deep, restorative sleep of a high-tier mage.

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Somewhere across the Academy grounds, Lily was walking briskly toward the first-class private dorm from the servant’s quarters.

She had been completely unable to sleep peacefully. She kept tossing and turning in her narrow servant’s bed, her mind plagued by intrusive, jealous thoughts of what her Master and that psychotic little blonde bitch were doing.

’Master must have missed me,’ Lily grumbled internally, smoothing down her immaculate black-and-white maid uniform. ’What can that flat-chested, unstable girl possibly do to comfort him? She doesn’t know his body like I do. She lacks the proper... volume.’

Having these random, competitive thoughts, she reached the dormitory. She unlocked the main door with her master key, stepping into the quiet foyer. There was no need to knock.

Lily stepped quietly into the room, carrying a silver tray with a pitcher of fresh water and a stack of warm towels. She was dressed in her immaculate, perfectly starched black-and-white maid uniform, ready to perform her usual morning chores.

"Hmm... is the Master still asleep?" she whispered to herself.

She quietly made her way down the hall and approached the master bedroom. She turned the brass knob with practiced, silent grace, pushing the heavy oak door open just a crack.

The smell hit her instantly.

It was a potent, intoxicating blend of male sweat, female musk, and the sharp, unmistakable metallic tang of lost innocence. It was the scent of absolute, unbridled debauchery.

Lily stepped inside, her golden eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

There they were. The elegant noble lady was clinging to Alex like a satisfied barnacle, her petite body thoroughly thoroughly used and marked. The blankets were entirely kicked off, leaving Alex’s muscular, sweat-dried physique fully exposed to the morning air.

But Lily’s eyes didn’t linger on Emma’s sleeping face. They dropped lower.

Resting heavily against Alex’s thigh was his cock. It was currently flaccid, but still thick and heavy, glistening with a mixture of Emma’s dried juices and his own spent seed.

Seeing that undeniable proof of his intense night, a sudden, violent wave of arousal crashed over Lily.

Her breathing turned ragged. Both her upper and lower lips began to salivate. Deep beneath her starched maid skirt, her pussy wept, instantly soaking through her black lace panties. She couldn’t help it. She squeezed her thighs together, subtly grinding her hips to rub her aching center against the rough fabric of her uniform, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the sudden, burning itch.

She looked at Emma, who was snoring softly, completely dead to the world. Then she looked back at Alex’s messy, glistening shaft.

’She didn’t even clean him properly after they finished,’ Lily rationalized, a wicked, intensely competitive smirk spreading across her lips. ’Such poor manners for a noble fiancée. As the Head Maid, isn’t it my absolute duty to ensure the young master is clean and presentable?’

Lily crept silently toward the edge of the bed. She knelt on the thick carpet, bringing her face level with the mattress.

She leaned in, her golden eyes gleaming with pure, devoted lust in the shadows. She opened her mouth, her warm breath ghosting over his skin, and took his flaccid dick past her lips.

She started cleaning him.

Her tongue was a masterclass in servitude. She swirled the wet muscle around the broad purple head, savoring the salty, musky taste of his skin mixed with the sweet nectar of her rival. She slurped on it eagerly, treating it like the most delectable, sweet lollipop she had ever tasted.

Because of Alex’s defective circuit and massive stamina regeneration, it didn’t take long for his body to react. The limp flesh in her mouth began to gorge with blood, swelling and thickening rapidly until it was pressing heavily against her throat.

Schlop. Gluck.

The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth were incredibly quiet, but deliberate. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could, her hands coming up to gently cup his heavy balls.

Up on the pillows, Alex stirred.

A familiar, wet heat was dragging him out of his restorative slumber. The intense, slippery friction was too good to be a dream.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, his vision adjusting to the dim room.

He felt the heavy, warm weight of Emma sleeping soundly on his chest. But down below...

He looked down, carefully lifting his chin so he wouldn’t disturb the yandere resting on him.

A head of dark hair with a frilly white maid headband was bobbing up and down enthusiastically between his thighs.

"Lily?" he whispered, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

Lily paused. She pulled off his fully hard cock with a soft pop, a thick string of saliva connecting her glossy lips to the tip of his shaft. She looked up at him, her golden eyes hooded with pure, unadulterated lust.

"Good morning, Master," she whispered back, a devious smile on her face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Alex hissed, keeping his voice dangerously low. He cast a frantic glance at Emma, whose soft breathing hadn’t hitched. "Emma is right here. If she wakes up and sees you sucking my dick, she’ll literally murder you." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

But Lily didn’t stop. In fact, the sheer taboo of the situation—the danger of the psychotic fiancée sleeping just inches away—was making her incredibly wet. She was getting off on winning this silent battle over the girl who thought she had claimed him entirely.

"I’m just doing my morning chores, Master," Lily purred, her voice a breathless, husky whisper. "That little bitch left you all messy and sticky. She clearly doesn’t know how to take care of you properly. It’s my duty to suck you clean."

"Lily, I swear to god—"

Lily didn’t let him finish. She leaned back down and swallowed him to the hilt, her lips sealing tightly around his base. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked hard.

Alex gritted his teeth, his head falling back against the pillows.

He wanted to push her away to avoid the absolute bloodbath that would ensue if Emma woke up. But as Lily’s hot, incredibly skilled tongue swirled around his sensitive ridge, a completely different kind of excitement began to take over.

The adrenaline of the danger was intoxicating. Getting phenomenal morning head from his busty, devoted maid while his petite, violently obsessive fiancée slept peacefully against his ribs was an absolute thrill. It was the pinnacle of harem politics.

He felt his cock swell to its absolute maximum capacity inside Lily’s hot mouth.

’Fuck it,’ Alex thought, his hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in Lily’s dark hair. ’If I’m going to play with fire, I might as well enjoy the heat.’

He let out a long, silent exhale, his hips instinctively bucking upward just a fraction of an inch to meet Lily’s wet mouth.

Beside him, Emma shifted slightly, nuzzling her face deeper into his chest with a soft, contented sigh.

Lily’s eyes gleamed with triumphant delight in the shadows. She increased her pace, determined to drain the young master dry before the angel of death lying next to him ever opened her eyes.

The quiet, rhythmic sounds of Lily’s mouth were the only noises in the dimly lit bedroom, accompanied by the soft, even breathing of the blonde girl sleeping blissfully against Alex’s ribs.

But for Lily, simply tasting him wasn’t enough. The sheer, overwhelming adrenaline of committing absolute treason against the psychotic noble girl lying mere inches away was a drug pumping straight into her veins.

Lily slowly pulled her lips off his glistening, fully hard shaft. A delicate string of saliva connected them for a brief second before snapping. She looked up at Alex, her golden eyes burning with a ravenous, competitive fire. She didn’t want to just clean him. She wanted to stake her claim.

’He is mine,’ Lily thought, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. ’She might have his ring, but I have his body. Let’s see who really serves the Master best.’