Harem app

Third person POV

The next day, Karen forced herself out of bed, dressed with mechanical precision, and decided to go to college for the first time in weeks.

Maybe things would be better?

No, her hopes crumbled the moment she stepped through the gates. Every glance lingered too long, every whisper carried her name like venom.

She felt the weight of humiliation pressing down on her shoulders, heavier with each step across campus. Once she had been admired, envied, and feared. Now she was nothing but a spectacle, the villain of everyone’s story.

By the time lunch arrived, her nerves were frayed to a trembling edge. She stepped into the courtyard, clutching her tray as if it could shield her fragile resolve.

It wasn’t hard to find that man.

Liam reclined arrogantly, like the world revolved around him. His chiseled jawline gleamed in the sunlight, and his broad chest strained against his shirt, exuding raw power.

It was hard to deny that he looked sexy.

Around him, the most stunning girls from the volleyball team swayed like lionesses, their laughter a sultry melody drifting on the breeze.

Among them, Amelia stood out, her huge breasts barely contained by her top. Liam’s hands roamed boldly, cupping and squeezing her ample curves as she arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Another girl pressed her lithe form against his thigh, her lips brushing his ear with a whispered promise, while his other hand traced slow, tantalizing circles over her waist.

Knowing full well how everyone envied and admired him, Liam had a confident smile on his face.

Karen’s throat tightened. Still, her legs moved on their own, carrying her toward him. Conversations dulled, the crowd’s attention shifting as they realized what was about to happen.

The harem girls noticed first. Their laughter faded into silence, and as Karen drew near, they exchanged glances before stepping aside with practiced elegance, like attendants making way for their king.

Now, there was nothing between her and Liam. Just him, his piercing eyes, and that smile that made her knees want to buckle.

For the first time in her life, Karen didn’t care about dignity. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed before him, the floor cold against her skin.

”Please...” her voice cracked, trembling as sobs shook her chest. She raised her head just enough for her broken eyes to meet his. ”Liam... forgive me. For everything. For the lies, for trying to destroy you... for all of it. Please, I can’t take this anymore. I’ll do anything... just make it stop.”

Gasps rippled through the hallway; students stared, whispering as they witnessed the untouchable Karen reduced to ruins.

Liam’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, his smirk deepened, the satisfaction radiating from him as though this moment had been crafted by his own hand long ago.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice a low whisper, the only thing she could hear.

”And why should I forgive you? I don’t need you for anything.”

He really didn’t give a fuck about her? Karen felt her chest tightening.

Her tears hit the floor like shattered glass. She didn’t answer; she couldn’t. All she could do was bow lower, her forehead pressing to the ground before him, her pride gone.

She had never felt so small, so exposed, her once-untouchable image shattered into pieces for all to see. The girl who had strutted these halls like a queen was now on her knees, trembling at the feet of the man she had once mocked.

Liam leaned back in his seat, watching her with the detached amusement of a king surveying a defeated enemy.

His harem girls whispered among themselves, some smirking, others wide-eyed, as though savoring the drama of her humiliation.

One of them giggled softly, covering her mouth, and the sound pierced Karen deeper than any insult she could have said.

”Pathetic,” he murmured, his smirk widening. ”The mighty Karen, begging like a dog. You used to call me worthless, didn’t you? Now look at you.”

Karen’s nails scraped against the floor, her entire body shaking. She wanted to scream, to curse him, but the words wouldn’t come. Only broken sobs filled her throat.

Liam tilted his head, pretending to ponder, his voice rising just enough for everyone to hear:

”Maybe... maybe I could forgive you. Maybe I could let the world forget how pathetic you’ve become.” He paused, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. ”But only under one condition.”

Karen’s heart thudded. She raised her swollen, tear-streaked face to him, desperate.

”W-what... what condition?”

His smirk turned devilish, his words slicing through the silence like a blade.

”Become my slave. Body, mind, and soul. Crawl at my feet every day, obey without question. Do that, and maybe, I’ll think about forgiving you.” He leaned forward again and whispered at a tone just she could hear.

Gasps echoed all around. The crowd gave the scene a curious glance, but no one knew what Liam had asked her.

Karen’s breath hitched. For a moment, she froze, her pride screaming, her humiliation crushing her spirit. She imagined herself at his feet forever, stripped of everything, no longer Karen but a broken toy.

Her stomach twisted violently. Then, through her tears, her voice cracked out, small but firm:

”...No. Never.”

Liam’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it darkened, dripping with sadistic satisfaction.

”I thought so,” he said coldly, leaning back against his throne of women. ”But you’re not strong enough, you will come back begging.”

Karen stumbled back home that night, her mascara still smeared, her pride shattered into dust. She locked herself in her room, curling under the silk sheets that once made her feel untouchable, but now suffocated her like a cage.

The following days dragged on in a haze of whispers, shame, and sleepless nights. Every glance at her reflection showed a stranger, broken, humiliated, irrelevant.

By the third day, something inside her cracked. She couldn’t take it all anymore.

Her body moved on its own, down the hall of her mansion, toward the master room that Liam had taken as his own.

Voices drifted through the half-open door; she could hear her mother begging for him with a hoarse voice, which was mixed with Sophia’s and Charlotte’s soft moans.

Karen froze, her stomach twisting violently. Through the gap, she saw how Liam fucked the three girls like crazy.

Her chest constricted, a sick mix of fury, despair, and a twisted longing choking her all at once.

But she had made her decision; she would become his slave.

And maybe, it wouldn’t be that bad. She didn’t want to admit it, but her pussy was getting horny with the idea.

At least, she thought that was how things would be.