My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 326: Cuck Lord Abilities 2

[CUCKOLD’S AWARENESS Lv.2

Cucked males will now not only sense your dominance but will also perceive you as a legitimate threat, even with no prior knowledge or interaction. Their minds will struggle against this perception, creating a visible internal conflict between what they know and what they now feel. The effect intensifies based on their proximity to you and their partner’s level of attraction to you.]

The ability had evolved.

From a vague sense of unease into a specific, targeted threat. They wouldn’t just feel inadequate anymore; they would feel him. Like a cold draft on the back of their neck. Like a presence that promised the theft of what was theirs, hovering just outside their peripheral vision, patient and inevitable.

Their own minds would become battlefields. Rational thought warring with primal instinct. I don’t know this guy. I’ve never met this guy. There’s no reason to feel threatened by this guy.

And yet—the feeling. The certainty.

The knowledge that sat in the gut like swallowed ice, telling them that everything they loved was already slipping through their fingers.

Phei’s lips curved.

A faint, almost imperceptible movement—the ghost of a smile that never quite materialized. There and gone like frost on warm glass.

The game was becoming more interesting.

He let out a slow breath. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The new abilities settled into place like well-worn clothes. Like armor he’d been fitted for years ago and was only now putting on. He could feel the combined effect humming around him—a low frequency vibration that touched everything in the room.

40% automatic attraction from taken women.

A gaze that could bend wills.

A touch that promised divine ecstasy.

The Taboo Multiplier ticking quietly in the background, a counter to his conquests, a promise of even greater power with every inappropriate union.

Just yesterday—

Gods. Was it only yesterday?

Just yesterday, Phei had thought he was going to build his harem with Dominance Aura alone. He’d just leveled it up to Level 10. Had Cucklord’s Dominance at Level 1. Cuckold’s Awareness at Level 1. Taboo Multiplier at Level 1.

He’d imagined stacking them together. Walking into a room full of married women and making them feel it. The attraction. The authority. The raw, undeniable pull. Their husbands shrinking beside them, unable to meet his eyes, unable to perform that night or any night after.

It had seemed like a lot.

It had seemed like enough.

Like winning the lottery and thinking this is all I’ll ever need.

But now?

Dominance Aura was at Level 10. Controllable. Precise. One touch of his aura at full power could make a woman come undone.

Cucklord’s Dominance had hit Level 2.

Taboo Multiplier had hit Level 2.

Cuckold’s Awareness had hit Level 2.

All of them stacking with his other new abilities. All of them feeding into each other. Synergies compounding like interest on a debt the world didn’t know it owed him.

Yesterday’s fantasy looked like child’s play compared to what he was holding now.

How big is this going to get? The question wasn’t born of doubt. Wasn’t born of fear or uncertainty or moral handwringing about the ethics of weaponized seduction.

Pure seductive calculation and his hunger for the beauties and desire to cuck men off these beautiful wonderful women.

A scientist measuring the yield of an experiment that had already exceeded all projections.

By the door, the three women stood frozen.

Melissa. Maddie. Sierra.

They’d watched him sleep. Watched him lie motionless while frost crept across the sheets and snowflakes drifted in lazy orbits around his unconscious form. Watched and waited and held their breath every time his chest paused between inhales, terrified it might not rise again.

They didn’t understand what was happening.

The Void-Ice coldness still permeated the room—that bone-deep chill that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with something wrong in the fabric of reality. The snowflakes had disappeared before he’d woken up, dissolved into nothing like they’d never existed, but the cold remained. Lingered. Claimed the space as its own.

Maddie had nearly gone to him when his eyes first opened. Taken a step toward the bed, hand outstretched, heart in her throat—

Melissa had pulled her back.

Firm grip on her wrist. Single shake of the head. Not yet. Not until we know what we’re dealing with.

This was the first time Sierra and Maddie were meeting Melissa in Phei’s penthouse.

Not as Harold’s wife—the elegant, composed Mrs. Maxton who attended charity galas and Legacy functions.

Not as the mother of Victoria, Sienna, Delilah, and Danton.

Not as the untouchable society queen who ran Paradise’s social scene with an iron fist wrapped in silk and the best winery.

Just as... this.

A woman who’d appeared out of thin air before a giant void-ice portal had closed and vanished, leaving her cradling Phei’s unconscious body in her arms.

Neither Sierra nor Maddie had asked what happened. Hadn’t demanded explanations or pressed for details about why Harold Maxton’s wife had materialized from a hole in reality holding Harold’s stepson like something precious.

They were all Main Legacy kids, after all. Unawakened, yes—their bloodlines dormant, their powers still sleeping—but they knew. Knew what awakening looked like. Knew the histories, the family texts, the ancient recordings their ancestors had left behind.

They’d seen men with powers in those recordings. Men with abilities that made them legends. Gods among mortals.

But this—

"He’s changing," Sierra whispered.

Her usual confidence had been stripped away, leaving only raw wonder underneath. Raw fear. The voice of someone watching a natural disaster unfold and realizing they were standing much too close.

"The books... the histories... nothing mentions power like this."

Void-Ice.

It wasn’t a known element. Not fire, not water, not earth or wind or lightning or any of the classic bloodline manifestations. Not even among the most obscure texts—the forbidden histories, the sealed records, the family secrets that only main branch heirs were allowed to read.

For it to appear from him...

Maddie just nodded, arms wrapped around herself against a cold that sweaters couldn’t touch. She’d felt it. The raw power that had erupted when Phei was unconscious, tearing through reality like wet paper.

The portal. Melissa’s impossible arrival.

The sense that something fundamental had shifted in the world’s architecture, and none of them would ever be able to shift it back.

It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

Beyond the scope of their Legacy world.

This was something new.

Something terrifying.

Melissa, however, remained impassive.

She had seen things they couldn’t comprehend. Had even stepped through the portal with him as the car—the entire SUV, metal and glass and leather and all—had folded into a ball and disappeared.

Or was it a ball? She couldn’t quite remember.

Couldn’t quite hold the geometry of it in her mind. It kept slipping away like a dream upon waking, leaving only the impression that reality itself had been origami’d into something impossible.

She knew more than they did.

But her expression revealed nothing.

She was the anchor. The one point of stability in a sea of impossible events. The woman who’d learned long ago that showing fear only made the sharks circle faster.

Phei sat up.

The silk sheets pooled around his waist, frost crackling where the fabric shifted against itself. His movements were unhurried. Deliberate. A man waking from a nap, not someone who’d just torn a hole through space-time and materialized new powers like a video game character hitting a milestone.

He didn’t look at them.

Not yet.

He was acclimatizing. Feeling the new currents of power that flowed through him—cold and vast and utterly indifferent to human concerns. The Void-Ice hummed in his veins. The Cucklord’s Dominance radiated outward in invisible waves. The Taboo Multiplier ticked its quiet count. The stole around his neck pulsed with stolen satisfaction.

And through it all, he could feel their gazes on him.

Hot. Heavy. Utterly submissive.

Three women. Three sets of eyes. Three hearts beating faster than they should, faster than their owners wanted, pulled by a gravity they couldn’t name toward a center they couldn’t escape.

Melissa, who’d betrayed her husband for him.

Maddie, who’d betrayed her boyfriend for him.

Sierra, who would betray whoever she needed to for him.

The beginning of something.

Phei sat on the edge of the bed, feet touching the frost-kissed floor, and still didn’t look at them.

Not because he was avoiding them.

Because there was something else... his fairy companion!