Harem app-Chapter 255: Thank you

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Chapter 255: Thank you

First Person POV - Liam

"Thank you so much for saving me." That was the first thing Clara said when we finally saw each other again after everything that had happened.

After I saved Clara, for several reasons, I ended up spending seven days unable to do anything that didn’t involve sex. Because of that, naturally, I didn’t meet with Clara during that time.

Helena even tried to come up with an excuse for my absence, but Clara was a journalist; her job was to uncover the truth. On top of that, she had been investigating Aeris for a long time, so she already had some suspicions about the supernatural.

In the end, Helena confessed to me that she had to tell Clara everything. That’s why I was expecting her to bring up the subject when we finally met again, but that wasn’t the case.

"It’s fine," I replied softly. "Just... Please, don’t get involved in dangerous things without telling me first." My voice carried the weight of a plea, "I don’t want to see you getting hurt again."

My heart wouldn’t be able to handle it if that woman put herself in danger again.

"I’ll try to keep that in mind," she said, though her tone gave me little reassurance.

I could only sigh at her words.

"Then, about the last few days..." Clara began, shifting the subject, though the words seemed to catch in her throat.

She looked down, her warm brown skin now tinted with the red hue of embarrassment. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, while her gaze wandered aimlessly.

I could have said something, but watching her struggle with embarrassment was just too cute.

"I’ve already told Helna... I won’t publish anything about what happened. I promise, you don’t have to worry about it."

Honestly, it hadn’t even crossed my mind that she might actually publish something about it.

Still, it was a relief to know everything would remain a secret.

I had no issue with people knowing about the harem, but anything beyond that would have been a serious problem.

Anyway, after that, another silence formed. Clara seemed unsure of where to take the conversation from there.

"Meow!" And it was at that moment that Laila interrupted us, jumping onto my lap.

She rubbed her face against my chest, demanding affection. She was especially clingy because it had been a long time since we’d seen each other.

It was a relief to see that the cat had also come out unscathed from all that mess.

Clara watched with a smile on her face as I petted the little animal. But soon the cat got tired of me and jumped back onto Clara’s lap.

"Looks like she likes you more than me," I complained in a playful tone.

"Probably because you hardly ever visit her," Clara commented.

"Sorry about that," I sighed. "Now that things are calmer, I’ll start taking care of the girl again."

"So you’re going to steal her from me," Clara complained, holding Laila firmly and pressing her against her chest in a tight hug.

The cat didn’t like being squeezed, so she meowed, asking to be let go. Noticing what she’d done, Clara released her, apologizing softly.

And Laila quickly fled, lying down on the floor near both of us.

"Hmm... now she doesn’t like me either," Clara pouted and commented in a whiny tone.

"You just need to give her a treat, and the cat will forgive you," I revealed my secret technique.

"Don’t do that. It’s because you act like that that Laila got so spoiled!" Clara complained in a cute tone.

"Okay, okay," I raised my hands in surrender. "I won’t do it anymore, I promise."

"But you’re still going to take the cat from me," she complained, pouting.

I didn’t expect Clara to get so attached to Laila. That said, more than a problem, that was a good opportunity.

"Well, we built a whole playground for her." I took my phone out of my pocket and showed all the space that had been built for Laila.

Seeing this, Clara seemed to have an internal debate. "I want to keep her so much, but..." she murmured and looked at the cat. "She’s going to have so much fun if she has all that space and toys..."

"If you want, you can keep taking care of Laila. Just come live with me," I offered with a charming smile.

For a moment, the girl’s eyes sparkled, and it seemed like she would accept right away. However, soon after, her cheeks flushed as she thought about the implications of what I was saying.

"Don’t tease me like that," she commented quietly.

"And how am I teasing you?" I asked, feigning ignorance, an innocent smile forming on my lips.

"Well... It’s that.... Helena told me that only the harem will live in that area and..."

I smiled and approached the girl, pressing her body against the wall.

With our bodies so close, I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I could almost hear the accelerated beats of her heart. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

With a smooth and deliberate movement, I brought my hand to the girl’s face. Then, I gently forced her chin up, making her look me in the eyes.

"Clara, I love you," I whispered softly in her ear. "Please, become my woman."

She blushed and hesitated for a moment, wondering if I was really serious. So I reaffirmed my intentions once more, this time getting close enough that our lips were practically touching.

"You’re beautiful..." I commented with a sigh before closing the distance between our lips.

She didn’t resist; on the contrary, she gave in to the kiss, accepting my declaration.

For a few moments, the outside world ceased to exist; the only sound was our panting, exchanged breaths.

My hands, which had been on her face, descended to her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space for anything else between us.

When we separated, breathless, our foreheads touched. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen and red from our fervor.

"Clara," I whispered. "Do you want to continue?"

She opened her eyes. They no longer held hesitation, filled with passion. Her smile was shy, but her eyes were bold.

"Make me your woman, my hero."

I didn’t hesitate for even a moment, pulling her into another kiss.

And soon we had already taken off our clothes, the heat of passion consuming us in that instant.