My Xianxia Harem Life

While everyone else was fearful and eager to please him, Riley, on the other hand, remained grounded and true to his original intention.

He had never sought power to dominate or control—it was freedom and happiness he craved.

And now, surrounded by the people he cared about, he was living that dream.

Rather than immersing himself in endless politics or status games, he chose instead to enjoy the simple pleasures of life with his wives and loyal companion, Fluffy.

Today was no different.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden hue over the glistening waves of the private beach they had all to themselves.

A gentle breeze rustled the palm leaves, and the distant cries of seagulls punctuated the peaceful atmosphere.

It was a perfect day—one made not by grand events, but by quiet joy.

Riley lounged in a reclining chair shaded by a wide parasol, wearing nothing more than a pair of sunglasses and comfortable swim trunks.

A drink rested on the small table beside him, condensation dripping slowly down the glass.

With one arm behind his head, he watched as his wives laughed and played in the clear blue waters, their laughter carried on the breeze like music.

Fluffy, his oversized and absurdly pampered beast companion, paddled clumsily in the shallows, occasionally letting out a shriek of excitement.

”Beeeeeeeeee!”

All around them, servants moved with purpose, setting up a large buffet under a canopy.

Skewers of meat sizzled on the grill, while fresh fruits were cut with precision and arranged into elaborate patterns.

Ice buckets filled with chilled drinks stood ready, and elegant desserts were being delicately prepared.

Yet even as they worked, the servants couldn’t help but sneak glances at Riley and the idyllic life he led.

”Ahhh... Master Riley is really lucky to be surrounded by such beautiful women,” one of them muttered wistfully, turning a skewer with practiced ease.

”I know, right? Sometimes I close my eyes and try to imagine what it would be like to be him, just for a day,” another replied, fanning the grill.

”That must be the dream,” a third chimed in, arranging a platter of seafood. ”All that power, all that freedom—and women like that? Just one day and I’d die a happy man.”

They chuckled among themselves, caught between admiration and envy.

None of them bore any ill will—Riley was kind, generous, and surprisingly approachable given his status.

But that only made his life seem more unreachable.

After all, they didn’t have his rare talent, his wealth, or his jaw-dropping good looks.

Even among elites, Riley stood out like a blazing star in a night sky.

Still, the servants clung to their fantasies.

In their quiet moments, they dreamed of what it might feel like to have the world bend in their favor, to live without worry, to laugh without restraint.

But for now, they kept cooking, kept serving, and kept wishing that—just maybe—fate would smile on them too, someday.

And as Riley tilted his head back with a satisfied sigh, the sun warming his skin and the sound of his wives’ laughter filling his ears, he had no idea just how many lives silently orbited his, drawn in by the effortless gravity of a man who was simply enjoying his life.

***

”What?! Really?!”

Thea could hardly believe what she’d just heard.

Her eyes widened as she instinctively glanced toward Riley, who sat calmly under the shade of his parasol, looking every bit the picture of ease and serenity.

He appeared so peaceful, almost indifferent to the world around him—yet the truth Clara had just whispered was anything but calm.

It rocked Thea to her core.

”Yes. Shhh…”

Clara placed a finger to her lips, motioning for Thea to lower her voice.

It had already been a few weeks since Riley had taken her as one of his women, and she had plenty of secrets bottled up inside—secrets that her best friend Thea was desperate to uncover.

It hadn’t taken much convincing for Thea to join today’s beach outing.

Clara’s invitation had been enough; their bond was strong, forged through years of growing up and training side by side.

Their fathers were both high elders in the Gray Clan—though Thea’s father had once been nothing more than a wandering rogue cultivator before earning his place among the clan’s leadership.

”…”

Thea quickly nodded and pressed her lips shut, though her mind raced.

She could hardly wrap her head around what Clara had just said.

According to her, Riley didn’t simply sleep with his wives—he ravished them. Every night.

All of them. And not in fleeting moments of passion, but for hours—sometimes until dawn, and if he chose, even well into the day.

The stamina Clara described seemed more myth than reality.

Thea swallowed hard.

A strange, unfamiliar warmth bloomed deep within her—originating from her core and spreading outward like wildfire.

Her thighs pressed together subconsciously as her imagination betrayed her, conjuring vivid images she had never dared entertain before.

She looked at Riley again. He hadn’t moved an inch, reclining with effortless grace, unaware—or perhaps completely aware—of the effect he had on those around him.

Thea bit her lip, cheeks flushing.

What kind of man was he...?

Thea’s gaze drifted back to Riley, and this time, she didn’t look away.

The longer she stared, the more she noticed—his strong jawline, the way the sunlight kissed his skin, the lazy confidence in the way he reclined.

He wasn’t even trying to be seductive, and yet there was something undeniably magnetic about him.

He radiated power, not the kind worn like a crown, but the kind that simmered quietly beneath the surface—steady, irresistible.

And the more she looked, the more her body responded.

A slow heat coiled in her stomach, pooling low and spreading through her limbs like liquid fire.

Her fingers twitched in her lap, her breath caught in her throat.

Every rational thought told her to look away, to calm down, to not let herself fall into this… whatever this was.

But it was too late.

Her heart was beating faster now. Not from fear. From anticipation.

She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the storm rising inside her, but it only seemed to grow stronger.

There was something dangerous about Riley—something forbidden—and it thrilled her in a way she hadn’t felt before.

Clara’s words echoed in her mind again and again: Every night. All of us. Until morning... sometimes longer.

Thea’s thighs pressed together once more, subtly, as her breath hitched.

She didn’t fully understand what she was feeling, only that she wanted more of it.

More answers. More truth. Maybe even more than that.

Then, slowly, almost shyly, she turned back to Clara.

But her eyes held a glint that hadn’t been there before.

A beautiful, knowing smile curved her lips—one that Clara hadn’t seen on her friend in a long time.

It was the smile of someone who had made a decision.

”I have a favor to ask, Clara,” Thea said softly, her voice calm but rich with meaning.

Clara tilted her head, blinking in surprise at the sudden shift in tone.

”A favor?” she echoed, intrigued. She could feel something had changed in Thea—something subtle but unmistakable.

It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was desire.

And the kind of desire that didn’t fade with time.

Thea’s smile deepened. She leaned in slightly, her voice a whisper just between the two of them.

”Yes,” she said, her tone teasing yet sincere. ”I want to know what it’s like. Just once. I want to experience it for myself.”

Clara’s eyes widened just a little, but there was no judgment in them—only understanding.

After all, she had been there herself. Had felt that same pull.

And now Thea was standing on the edge of the same cliff.

There was a pause, filled only by the sound of waves crashing gently against the shore.

Then Clara smiled. ”Are you sure?”

Thea nodded slowly. ”I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

”This is crazy,” Clara murmured, shaking her head in disbelief.

She stared at Thea, trying to process what she’d just heard.

Of all the things her best friend could’ve asked for, this was the last she expected.

She knew Thea. Knew her better than anyone.

And she also knew one very important detail—Thea was still a virgin.

That alone made Clara hesitate. Not out of jealousy or possessiveness, but concern.

She didn’t want Thea to act on impulse and regret it later.

This wasn’t a decision to make lightly, not when it involved a man like Riley—someone who could change you, leave a permanent mark not just on your body, but your heart.

Clara reached out and gently touched Thea’s hand.

”Are you really sure about this?” she asked, her voice quieter now, more careful.

”This isn’t just some passing curiosity, Thea. You know what Riley is like. Once you step into his world, nothing is ever the same again.”

”I’m not afraid,” Thea said, her voice steady.

”In fact, I’m excited… thrilled, even, to experience it—and to have Riley be the first man to take me.”

Three breaths later and Clara nodded and smiled.