Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

[You've been doing what?] Ryan asked, surprised.

Yoko was still a little flustered when she answered back. [Nothing, Master, carry on.]

Ryan wanted to press Yoko for answers but decided it didn't really matter if his dragon was training his harem members.

'That sentence sounds so badass,' Ryan thought as he turned his attention to the daughter pervert and his failing attempts to make anything happen.

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"What do you think, Piki?" a beautiful girl with feathered sprouting from behind her ear and orange hair asked.

"It feels a little tight," another girl who looked exactly like her sister except for her pink hair said, running her hands over her skin-tight outfit. "But not too uncomfortable."

"I think Kiki meant about the three boys," the third feathered girl, who had grey hair, said. "Not your dress."

"Thank you, Zizi. I was obviously joking," Piki retorted.

Huffing, Zizi didn't reply. Her two younger sisters were their mother's favorite and were always given preferential treatment, making them think they were superior to her.

"Well, I think participant number #22 is interesting. He's not bad looking either," Kiki commented while eyeing the black-haired man sitting in the stands.

"Of course, you would think that," Piki snapped at Kiki as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I think he's just a phony, and are rule change will take him out."

"Then prepared to be proven wrong," muttered Zizi, too low for her sisters to hear. "And don't you dare think you'll be getting him."

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After his two fellow participants scored 276 and 394 in 10 minutes, 100 constituting a regular orgasm, Ryan stepped onto the stage to meet with his previous tormentor.

It was apparent the girl didn't recognize him, as her face still held an uninterested look.

Ryan chuckled. 'She won't be wearing that look for long.'

This time Ryan didn't forgo any of the devices on the table.

He grabbed a medium-sized dildo, a set of nipple clamps, and a leather whip and started walking toward his bound-up tormentor.

Ryan didn't need anything heavy for what he had planned. Simple was best.

Seeing Ryan's choices, the bound girl didn't seem all that afraid and even let out a little smirk.

Ryan approached the girl's right side and waited for the timer to start.

As soon as the timer started, Ryan activated his aura, focusing it solely on the bound girl.

The intensity of Ryan's aura immediately made the score counter react '28'.

'34'

'48'

The score counter continued ticking every second as Ryan bathed the girl in his pleasure aura.

As not to cause too much confusion, Ryan lightly stroked the girl's hair and lightly applied the nipple clamps.

The nipple clamps came attached with a small chain that connected the two so Ryan could tug, eliciting such wonderful whimpers of delight from the bound woman.

Her bare pussy leaked juices at a rate that put the other contestants to shame.

The floor was soaked with her arousal as she panted like she was having an orgasm.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she struggled against the chains.

She couldn't stand being treated as a sex toy.

But although Ryan's ruthless torturer wanted to fight against the feelings creeping up inside her body, she was finding it more and more challenging to find a reason to.

The arousal was all-consuming and overwhelming.

She started to feel the tingling sensation between her legs as her score counter passed 100, meaning her first orgasm would be anything but ordinary.

Ryan ran the whip over her body with a blank expression.

Right now, he was performing an art he held sacred as his mentor had taught him to do.

Aliza had told him when performing art on those who elicit feelings of hate. You cannot let hatred overcome you, for the art would be tainted.

Ryan's silent dance with his hands and devices mesmerized the audience, making them fall silent.

In the giant stadium, only the tiny whimpers that escaped between the gagged girl's mouth could be heard as everyone was encapsulated in the performance.

Ryan brought the whip up and smacked down on her sensitive breasts, leaving red lines in its wake.

The bound girl tried to keep herself still in hopes it would stop. But after another strike, it was clear that it wouldn't.

The more pain she received, the more excited she became.

This brought back memories of her previous experiences in the Kheaweth Military and her short stint in project 'subject one'.

Suddenly the girl looked up at Ryan, looking not at his face but at his eyes.

Although some of his features had changed since she last saw subject one, she would never forget those eyes.

The emerald eyes had become lifeless before as she struck with her whip.

Her eyes widened. 'It's him.'

'How could he be here? Has he come for revenge?'

As the girl's thoughts raced, Ryan saw the girl's look of recognition in her eyes and lightly smiled.

[Okay, Yoko, establish the connection.]

Yoko had informed him that she could establish a mental connection with the girl using a technique too advanced for someone on Ravier to detect.

Ryan could activate a mental connection himself, but he ran the risk of someone watching noticing the connection, and that would instantly blow his cover.

[Can you hear me?] Ryan asked telepathically to his former torturer.

The girl looked at Ryan, now sure he knew who she was.

[I was just hired for a job, you have to understand,] the girl replied through tears.

Ryan smacked the whip hard against her stomach.

[Why are you here? Did the Grand Empress send you to keep watch on me?]

[What? I ran away from that hellhole a year ago. I have the traitor title to prove it,] the girl said defensively as she tried to escape the pain by biting down on her gag.

The audience held their breath in anticipation of what would happen next as they watched Ryan and the bound girl.

Seeing the sudden elegant man turn harsh yet still hold a grace to his movements made them sit on the edge of their seats.

Ryan leaned over his bound victim and placed his mouth at the girl's ear.

[Tell me what you know about project 'subject one',] Ryan growled telepathically to the girl. [And your name, give me your name.]

[My name is Zuna, and I don't know much, I'm afraid.]

Bringing down his whip even harder, Ryan's eyes remained blank as Zuna whimpered in pain and shame.

[You're lying. Now tell me or so help me, god, I will make you suffer until there is nothing left of your body.]

Ryan smacked the whip against the girl's stomach once more.

Her entire body shivered uncontrollably as the mixture of pain, pleasure, hesitation, and regret coursed through her.

Zuna wanted to tell Ryan all she knew, but she feared the Grand Empress and what would happen if she found out.

She had only survived this long by keeping her mouth shut and lying low.

But she knew the Grand Empress would see if she talked here.

She always knew.

Still sensing the girl's hesitation, Ryan scoffed and put the whip down.

[Since you're not ready to answer, I think a few orgasms will do you good. But first, I need to teach you some manners, little slave girl.]