Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System

Chapter 1: How It Began [18+]

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

The sound of skin hitting skin filled the dimly lit room, which seemed to only favor the dark color. The curtains on the windows were dark, the chairs and tables were dark, and even the bed—shaking like a massage chair—was dark.

However, that wasnʼt the most unusual thing. The main attraction was the white liquid on the bedspread and the fact that the bed was shaking like an earthquake.

On the bed, an incredibly beautiful woman with skin pale as the moon, long dark hair, and a rather large set of ”melons” ending in pointed pink nipples could be seen bent over the bed.

Her waist curved like rubber, projecting her backside forward, allowing a purple-haired young man—who needed no introduction—to show he was what any woman craved.

He possessed an athletic build, handsome facial features, and, as the main attraction, finely tuned abs. Yet while this was impressive, the focus was the fact that, despite his dignified and striking appearance, sweat was trickling down his body as his waist continued to move rhythmically.

His wet and glistering iron rod was moving to and fro inside the woman, filling the room with her moans. The woman seemed to be in such intense pleasure that her eyes were rolling back.

”Canʼt talk now, huh? I thought the dignified Queen of the Underworld would have some resistance,” the young man said, thrusting into her.

”Shut up, Kent. I only lost because I wasnʼt using any of my powers,” the woman, Nyx, responded between moans. The pleasure in her eyes though said a different thing.

”Admit it, Nyx—you never had a chance from the start,” Kent said with a grin. Soon, he felt his lap soaked wet.

Nyx came again. This made him smile slyly.

”If I wanted to punish you more, I wouldnʼt have allowed this to end anytime soon. But luck was on your side today,” Kent said as his tempo increased.

A moan he had been holding back escaped his lips. He climaxed, and Nyx, held in place, felt his hot liquid spreading in her stomach from all he poured into her. After a few minutes, the last drop entered her body.

Kent pulled out his long, thick rod, now glistening even under the dim light in the room. He looked at the twitching body on the bed and smiled.

ʼNow I know what Iʼve been missing all this time,ʼ Kent said inwardly.

A few minutes later, he sat on the bed, watching as Nyx lay passed out from pleasure.

Admiring her lustful form, Kent couldnʼt help but smile. ”Damn, how did I get this lucky?” he muttered.

”Of course, it was due to that fateful encounter with the woman who changed my life and gave me everything I own now,” Kent murmured, then turned as if facing an unseen audience.

”You might think your life is pitiful—so why donʼt you listen to mine,” Kent said with a sigh, then entered a contemplative state, as though traveling down memory lane.

”Here is my story,” Kent spoke suddenly.

Years ago, Kent wasnʼt some self-assured ”sex king” who could venture into the underworld and bed its queen. No, Kent was a pitiful existence.

Kent was like any other human, born and raised in a normal life. However, when they say life can be cruel to some, Kent was among those unfortunate few. He was born with a rather large ”dick”, but due to certain circumstances, he couldnʼt use it.

It was as if fate had decided to mock him by giving him a huge asset that he was unable to enjoy. This made Kent a rather moody fellow, and to most, he was seen as a weirdo.

He was born handsome and well-endowed, but it was all for nothing. He couldnʼt experience pleasure, and because of this, when Kent decided to become a movie director, his career took off quickly.

To many actresses, the stares they often received from crew members during intimate scenes felt invasive. But Kent was different. Although he was handsome and graceful, he never felt anything during these scenes.

This made him everyoneʼs favorite. He was praised for his professionalism, but little did they know he wasnʼt faking it—he simply couldnʼt get his dick to work.

Soon, he became popular and even started collaborating with renowned adult actresses. By the year 2070, the adult movie industry had risen to such heights that it even threatened to eclipse mainstream media, prompting many to transition into the field.

Famous actresses known for their acclaimed work began transitioning to adult films as the porn industry grew so large that it started garnering more attention than mainstream media.

Kent, who had established Kent Media, became an instant success. He witnessed countless men pleasure women, their screams filling the rooms, yet all he could do was direct the cameras and edit the scenes for profit.

His reputation for professionalism became so renowned that even mainstream actresses interested in joining the adult industry sought him out to sign with his company. Kent began to love his work, even studying all the intricacies of pleasuring a woman.

By 2076, Kent won the Best Director Award on Earth, along with an achievement award for his contributions to the industry.

Tonight, Kent attended a movie premiere and was returning home in his luxurious vehicle, alone, despite numerous offers from beautiful women who wanted to spend the night with him.

”Ha, today was exhausting,” Kent muttered, sinking into a plush chair in his vast, empty mansion. As he glanced around the empty space, a pang of loneliness struck him. He stood up and walked to the wine bar.

”Cruel heavens, if not for my situation, this room would be littered with women like it was a party,” Kent sighed, pouring himself a drink.

But as he made his way back to his chair, something crashed through his door, breaking it down in one blow. Before he could react, a voice echoed from the doorway.

”Kent Madson, your time has come to die,” announced a woman in her late thirties, stepping in with three massive men who looked like bodybuilders.

No, they donʼt look like bodybuilders, they are bodybuilders. Huge with veins popping on their arms.

”Director Nancy, what is the meaning of this?” Kent asked a slight frown on his face.

”Whatʼs wrong? You stole my lead actress and even signed her to an exclusive 10-year deal! What do you take me for? Do you think I would go out scouting talent just for you to swoop in and steal them?” Nancy shouted, her pain evident.

”I didnʼt steal your talent, Nancy. She came to me. In fact, I hesitated to sign her, knowing she was from your camp. However, my partners wanted her, so they roped her in. The deal hasnʼt been finalized, so if you want, I can stop it,” Kent replied calmly, avoiding arrogance.

The men behind Nancy were far too huge for him to consider running past them. And even worse, he was never one to make enemies, so heʼd never bothered with hiring security.

”No, youʼre right, Kent—the deal hasnʼt been signed. Which means that when youʼre dead, sheʼll come running back to her mommy,” Nancy sneered, then turned to the three men. ”Make it quick.”

”Nancy, what are you do—” Kent began, but a huge hand clamped over his mouth, lifting him off the ground.

Moments later, they were on the highest floor of his mansion. One of the men spoke, his voice cold. ”In your next life, learn not to take what isnʼt yours.”

With that, the three men threw him from the building, crashing onto the tile floor 150 feet below. Kent didnʼt even feel the pain as his consciousness was torn from his body.

In the next moment, he found himself standing before a towering gate, exuding a single, overwhelming emotion—Hatred.