My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 272: The Hideout Secrets

Phei’s hand lingered on the heavy brass lock for a beat longer than necessary, the click of it engaging echoing softly in the plush, sound-deadened space. The Hideout sealed itself shut behind them—no alarms, no notifications, no prying eyes.

Just the three of them, the low amber glow of sconces, the faint scent of aged leather and expensive whiskey, and forty-five minutes that already felt like they were burning too fast.

He turned.

Sierra was already shedding her navy blazer—fabric sliding down her arms in a slow, deliberate reveal, revealing the white blouse beneath, top three buttons already undone, the deep V exposing the black lace bra that barely contained her heavy tits.

She met his eyes without flinching—cool, challenging, the Hell Bitch Queen daring him to come and take what she was offering, nipples already stiff and visible through the thin silk.

Maddie had kicked off her loafers and was yanking her tie loose with impatient fingers—silk whipping free, hanging open like an invitation.

Her skirt rode high on her thighs as she leaned back against the bar, one hip cocked, the chaotic energy rolling off her in waves. She licked her lower lip once, slow and deliberate, eyes flicking between Phei’s face and the massive bulge straining against his uniform pants—thick outline clearly visible through the fabric. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

No words for a moment.

Just the soft rustle of fabric, the crackle of the hidden fireplace, the way their breathing had already begun to sync—deeper, faster, hungrier.

Phei crossed the room in three long strides.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.

His hand found Sierra first—fingers curling around the back of her neck, thumb pressing hard against the frantic pulse at her throat. He pulled her into him, mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that was all teeth and claim—tongue thrusting deep, fucking her mouth while she moaned into him, her hands fisting his shirt and yanking him closer like she could fuse them together through sheer force of will.

Maddie didn’t wait.

She stepped up behind him—pressing her body flush against his back, perky tits soft and warm against his shoulder blades.

Her hands slid around his waist—fingers deftly working his belt open while her lips found the side of his neck—open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing just hard enough to sting, tongue flicking against his pulse.

She ground her hips against his ass—letting him feel how wet she already was through the thin fabric of her skirt, the slick heat of her cunt seeping through her pants, soaking his pants where she pressed.

Sierra broke the kiss first—gasping, lips swollen and shiny with spit. "We have forty-five minutes," she reminded him, voice husky, pupils blown wide. "Don’t waste them being gentle."

Maddie’s laugh was low and wicked against his ear. "He’s never gentle with us anyway."

Phei’s hands moved—fast, decisive.

One slid down Sierra’s front—popping the remaining buttons of her blouse open in a single sweep, fabric parting like water to reveal black lace and flushed skin. He palmed one heavy breast roughly through the bra—thumb flicking the already-hard nipple until she arched into his touch with a sharp cry, tits spilling over the lace cups.

The other hand reached back—finding Maddie’s thigh, dragging her skirt up until his fingers brushed the soaked lace between her legs. She bucked against his palm immediately—grinding shamelessly, coating his fingers in her thick arousal, clit throbbing hard under the thin fabric.

"Bed," Sierra breathed—nodding toward the far corner where a wide, low leather chaise sat beneath a heavy velvet throw. "Please."

Maddie was already moving—tugging Phei backward by his belt loops, her other hand working his zipper down with frantic need. "We’re not wasting time walking," she said, voice thick with lust. "Strip him here."

Sierra dropped to her knees in front of him without hesitation—elegant even on the carpet, even desperate. Her fingers hooked into his waistband and yanked his pants and boxers down in one brutal motion. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, already leaking at the tip, the flared crown dark purple and glossy with pre-come.

Both girls made the same soft, hungry sound at the sight—low, needy moans that vibrated through the room.

Sierra leaned in first—tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the slit, swirling around the head in slow, filthy circles. Maddie pressed in beside her—licking the other side of the shaft, their tongues meeting around him in a messy, wet slide, spit dripping down the length in thick strings.

Phei groaned low in his throat—one hand tangling in Sierra’s dark hair, the other in Maddie’s blonde waves, guiding them without that much of force, letting them worship.

Forty-five minutes.

Two Legacy princesses on their knees.

A locked door.

No interruptions.

He tightened his grip.

"Get on the chaise," he ordered, voice rough with need. "Both of you. Asses up. Now."

They obeyed instantly—scrambling to their feet, shedding the last of their uniforms as they moved. Blouses hit the floor. Skirts pooled. Bras unhooked and discarded. Panties dragged down thighs and kicked away.

By the time they reached the chaise, they were naked except for knee-high socks—Sierra’s black, Maddie’s navy—looking every inch the spoiled, desperate princesses they were.

Sierra crawled onto the leather first—dropping to her forearms, back arched deep, ass presented high, pussy already swollen and glistening, lips parted and dripping. Maddie followed—mirroring her, hip-to-hip, both of them glancing back at him with identical expressions: challenge, hunger, and absolute surrender.

Phei stepped out of his pants—shirt already half-unbuttoned from their earlier tugging.

He stalked toward them—cock bobbing heavy with every step, pre-cum glistening at the tip, veins standing out in sharp relief.

Forty-five minutes.

He was going to make every second count.

And when the bell rang, they’d be limping back to class—marked, ruined, and begging for phase two.

But first—

He dropped to his knees behind them.

And buried his face between Sierra’s thighs from behind—tongue plunging deep into her soaked cunt, lapping up her slick in long, greedy strokes while his hands spread her ass wide, thumbs pulling her lips apart so he could devour every inch.

She screamed—back bowing, hips bucking back against his mouth—as Maddie watched with wide, hungry eyes, fingers already circling her own clit.

The Hideout echoed with their moans.

And Phei feasted.

His hands clamped onto the firm, round globes of her ass and spreading her wide open—thumbs digging deep into the soft flesh, pulling her cheeks apart until every glistening inch of her pussy was fully exposed to the warm amber glow of the Hideout lights.

She was drenched—outer lips swollen and flushed a deep, needy rose, inner folds dark pink and slick-shiny, glistening like wet silk. Thick strings of arousal dripped slowly from her entrance, stretching and breaking to land on the leather chaise in wet patters.

Her clit peeked out at the top—fat, engorged, throbbing visibly with every heartbeat, the hood pulled back completely from how turned on she was.

He didn’t tease.

He buried his face.