My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 149 Clarity

While Riley was busy making love with Leia, the two princesses gradually stirred from their slumber, roused by the pangs of hunger gnawing at their stomachs.

Their eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light that seeped through the curtains.

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke, lost in the haze of half-sleep, until Princess Anya suddenly became aware of her state.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she hastily pulled the sheets over her bare body, her fingers clutching the fabric tightly as if it could shield her from the weight of the previous night's events.

This reaction, however, only brought an amused chuckle from Princess Elsa.

"We were partners in crime last night, Anya," Elsa said playfully, her voice still husky from sleep.

"I've seen every inch of you—down to the last mole. There's no need to be shy now."

Anya's blush deepened, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"That was… last night," she muttered, refusing to meet Elsa's gaze.

"It doesn't mean I've lost all my shame."

Elsa merely laughed sweetly, stretching her arms over her head before sliding out of bed with an effortless grace.

Unlike Anya, she showed no hesitation in her movements, no rush to conceal herself. Instead, she stood there for a moment, completely unabashed, before lazily picking up her clothes.

She took her time dressing, slipping into her garments with a slow, deliberate ease, as if savoring the sensation.

Anya, on the other hand, remained wrapped in the sheets, watching Elsa with both exasperation and a hint of envy at how freely she carried herself.

"Where are you going?" Anya finally asked as Elsa adjusted the last piece of her outfit.

Elsa smoothed her dress and gave her a knowing smile.

"Where else? I'm going to find Saint Riley. Do you really think he's just going to waltz in here while we sit around and wait? If we want something, we have to go after it."

With that, she turned toward the door, her long golden hair cascading over her back as she strode forward with confidence.

Anya's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt an irrational sense of urgency, as if she were about to be left behind.

"Wait—wait for me!" she blurted, scrambling to dress herself.

Her fingers fumbled as she hastily slipped into her garments, her movements clumsy in her rush.

Elsa paused just outside, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk as she watched Anya struggle.

"Relax," she teased. "It's not like Riley's going anywhere."

Anya shot her a glare, finishing the last of her clothing before hurriedly stepping beside Elsa.

Though their personalities couldn't be more different—Elsa with her bold, carefree nature, and Anya with her reserved, cautious demeanor—an unspoken understanding passed between them.

Despite everything, they had found an unexpected sense of comfort in each other's company.

And so, side by side, they stepped into the unknown, their fates now intertwined.

They found Riley, but as expected, he was still preoccupied with Leia.

The sounds of pleasure drifting through the air left little doubt about what was happening behind closed doors.

The two princesses exchanged a knowing glance—disturbing him now would be both foolish and unnecessary.

Instead, they decided to bide their time. Their bodies were still sore from the night before, their stamina depleted after their intense time with Riley.

They needed rest, food, and recovery if they wanted to satisfy him to the best of their abilities when he inevitably came to them again.

So, they spent the day tending to themselves, eating heartily and allowing their bodies to recuperate.

Though neither of them spoke it aloud, they both understood the truth—no matter how exhausted they were, they wanted more. More of Riley.

More of his touch. More of the pleasure only he could give them.

And as if responding to their silent wishes, that very night, Riley came for them once again.

The moment he stepped into their chambers, the air became thick with anticipation.

His gaze alone sent shivers down their spines, making their breaths hitch and their bodies heat up.

Without a word, he claimed them both, drawing out their pleasure until they lay trembling in his arms, utterly spent.

This routine continued for days, a blissful cycle of indulgence. Riley would come to them at night, and they would eagerly surrender to him, each encounter more intense than the last.

Every time they thought they had reached their limits, he would prove them wrong, pushing them further, making them crave him even more.

But then, whispers began to spread through the halls.

Soft murmurs, hushed conversations, stolen glances—gossip was a powerful thing, and soon enough, Elsa caught wind of a particularly intriguing rumor.

Riley hadn't only been spending his nights with them.

He had also taken Ava and Fay to his bed. Both at the same time!

Elsa's heart pounded as she processed the news. A mix of emotions swirled inside her—curiosity, jealousy, excitement.

She had always known Riley was a man who would never be satisfied with just one woman, and yet, hearing confirmation of it still sent a thrill through her.

She glanced at Anya, who had also heard the rumor. Surprisingly, instead of being upset, Anya's expression mirrored her own—thoughtful, intrigued, and perhaps even a little eager.

After a brief but meaningful exchange, they reached a silent agreement.

They had no intention of letting this opportunity slip through their fingers.

Summoning their courage, Elsa and Anya sought out Ava and Fay, requesting a private conversation. freewebnøvel.com

The discussion that followed was long, filled with hesitations and unspoken thoughts, but by the end, a bold plan was formed.

That night, as Riley returned to his chambers, he was met with a sight he hadn't expected.

Four breathtakingly beautiful women stood before him, their delicate silks barely covering their figures, their eyes filled with mischief and anticipation.

Their hair cascaded over their shoulders, their skin glowing in the dim candlelight.

In perfect unison, they spoke, their voices sultry and inviting.

"Welcome, Saint Riley."