The hallway stretched long and quiet. Soft rugs muffled their footsteps. A few people in fine clothes moved past, nodding politely to the leader but barely glancing at Sienna. At the end of the hall, they stopped in front of another set of doors—smaller, but carved with the same graceful designs. A brass handle shaped like a coiled vine gleamed in the low light.
*Knock* *knock.*
The doors opened almost immediately.
A young woman stood there in a classic black-and-white maid outfit—short skirt, crisp apron, hair pulled back neatly. She was striking: pale skin, dark eyes, lips pressed into a calm line. She dipped her head to the scar-faced man in silent greeting. Then her gaze slid to Sienna.
For the briefest moment, surprise flickered across her face—eyes widening just a fraction, lips parting slightly. Then the expression vanished. Her face smoothed back to perfect, practiced calm.
She stepped aside and gestured them in.
The room beyond was spacious and bright. Tall windows let sunlight pour across thick carpets and dark wood furniture. Shelves lined one wall, stacked with leather-bound books and rolled parchments.
In the center sat a wide chair carved from dark oak, and in it lounged a man who looked every bit the wealthy merchant.
Blonde hair swept back neatly. A thin, perfectly trimmed French mustache. Expensive robes in deep burgundy silk, embroidered with gold thread at the cuffs and collar. He held a crystal glass in one hand, swirling amber liquid as he watched them enter.
His eyes settled on Sienna.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" He asked, voice smooth and easy, like they were old friends catching up.
Sienna's mind raced.
Play dumb? Say I don't remember anything?
But the scar-faced man had clearly talked to the old Sienna before. If this guy expected certain answers and got blank confusion, alarms would go off. They'd know something was wrong—maybe figure out she wasn't the same person.
Maybe this nobleman desires her? Or maybe it is something else?
This is her shot to learn what's going on. Can't waste it.
The thoughts crashed through her head so fast she felt a flash of panic. She ended up nodding once, then shaking her head right after. The motion looked ridiculous, like a confused puppy.
The merchant—still lounging comfortably—raised one elegant eyebrow. He glanced at the scar-faced man, who gave a tiny shrug, then turned back to Sienna.
A small, amused smile curved under the mustache.
"My name is Caelum Greystone. I run this merchant guild."
He leaned forward just a little, elbows resting on the arms of the chair. "You, girl, are a very lucky woman. You've caught the eye of Viscount Beatrice."
Sienna's eyes went wide. She stared at Caelum, searching for any hint of a joke.
Caelum's smile widened, satisfied. "Yes. Viscount Beatrice has decided she wants you as her personal… toy girl."
The words landed like a thunderclap.
Sienna felt her mouth drop open. Shock rolled through her, hot and electric.
Inside her head, triumphant celebrations blazed bright.
Fuck yes! This world has no woman-woman relation taboo. I get to fuck them too, haha… Now this penis will be of great use...
Sienna's mouth hung open, eyes wide and unblinking. Caelum watched the reaction with a pleased little nod, like a salesman who'd just closed the biggest deal of the week.
"Well?" Caelum asked, leaning forward in her chair. "Are you ready to meet Viscount Beatrice?"
Sienna snapped back to the moment. A grin tugged at her lips before she could stop it.
"Of course I am," she said quickly. Then she paused, glancing down at her attire. "But… shouldn't I get cleaned up first? Maybe some decent clothes? Something that makes me look my absolute best?"
First impressions mattered.
Caelum's gaze slid over Sienna again—lingering on the flawless face, the green eyes, the raven hair that somehow looked artfully tousled even after everything. His lips twitched, almost a smirk, but he caught himself fast. A merchant's mask slipped back into place.
"No need," Caelum said smoothly. "Trust me on this. A woman like Viscount Beatrice… she has particular tastes, as you can expect." He leaned in a fraction, voice dropping like he was sharing a valuable secret. "She likes women who are weak. Fragile. The kind of pitiful-looking girls who look like they need protecting from the world. Those worn-out robes of yours, that slender build—it's exactly what gets her excited. The most important factor is that you were a hermaphrodite, the rarest kind of woman."
Sienna blinked once. Then twice.
While her heart quickened up, seeing that everything was just going well for her, contrary to her expectations an hour ago, she then straightened a little, letting the words settle. A solemn nod followed, slow and thoughtful, like she was weighing life-changing advice.
"I understand," she murmured. Her expression stayed serious, but inside a spark of understanding flared. Play the part she wants. Got it.
Caelum clapped his hands once, sharp and final. "Alright then. No more delays. We've already kept a viscount waiting long enough."
The scar-faced man and his two companions moved without another word. Sienna followed them out of the marble building and into the sunlight.
An hour later, the carriage rolled to a smooth stop.
Sienna stepped down onto polished stone. The manor in front of her was massive—three stories of pale gray stone, tall arched windows, ivy curling up the walls like it had been growing there for centuries. Guards in neat uniforms stood at the entrance, but they didn't stop the group. Caelum led the way inside without pause.
They passed through a grand foyer, up a wide staircase, down a carpeted hallway lined with portraits and flickering sconces. Finally, Caelum stopped at a set of double doors carved with delicate vines and flowers. He knocked twice.
The doors opened.
Inside was a private sitting room bathed in warm afternoon light. Plush chairs, low tables scattered with books and crystal decanters, a massive fireplace that wasn't lit but still smelled faintly of cedar.
And in the center of it all stood a woman.
She was tall, elegant, dressed in a deep crimson gown that hugged her curves and pooled around her feet like spilled wine. Dark hair swept up in a loose twist, a few strands framing her face. Full lips painted a soft rose. Eyes the color of storm clouds—sharp, knowing, and currently fixed on Sienna.
As soon as she saw her, her expression changed. Those storm-cloud eyes brightened. A wide, genuine smile curved her mouth, warm and almost hungry.
"Hello, Sienna," she said. Her voice was low, smooth, with a playful lilt that made the air feel heavier. "My name is Beatrice Lancaster. I'm the one who purchased you from the merchant guild."
She took one slow step closer, hips swaying just enough to draw the eye.
"From now on, you'll live here. With me." She tilted her head, smile turning teasing. "And you'll do whatever I say. Whatevveeerrr~ I say. Understood, okay?"
Sienna didn't move. Didn't speak. Her green eyes stayed locked straight ahead, wide and unblinking, like she'd been hit with something far stronger than the purple potion earlier.
Beatrice's smile faltered just a touch. A faint blush crept up her neck. She cleared her throat lightly.
"Do you… have any questions?"
Silence.
The people around them—Caelum, the scar-faced man, a couple of maids lingering near the wall—exchanged quick, confused glances. Brows furrowed. Someone shifted their weight.
Sienna didn't notice any of it.
Because right in front of her face, floating in midair where only she could see, a translucent blue panel had appeared.
A soft ding echoed inside her skull.
[Ding]
[First Target Detected]
[Initializing Harem Goddess System]
[Connecting the Harem Goddess System to the host's Soul]
[Connection completed]
The panel shifted. New lines formed, crisp and glowing.
[Character Information]
[Name: Sienna Vale]
[Age: 18]
[Mana Cultivation: Mortal]
[Body Cultivation: Mortal]
[Race: Human]
[Talent: Low]
[LVL: 1]
[HP: 100/100]
[STR: 6]
[AGL: 8]
[VIT: 10]
[STM: 7]
[INT: 9]
[DEF: 5]
[Blank Points: 10]
(Limit of a normal Human: 10)
[Ability: Caress of Eternal Craving]
[Caress of Eternal Craving: Your touch will make a woman crave more, and she will never be sexually satisfied by anyone else. The more time you spend with a woman, the stronger the effect gets.]
[Harem Members: None]
[As a starting bonus, the System will provide the host with 10 blank points that she can add to any of her stats]
[The Harem Goddess System has been successfully installed. From now on, the host can gain the power, talent, physique, and bloodline of the woman she fucks. The stronger the Target, the more benefits the host gains…]
Sienna read every line twice. Then a third time.
Her breathing slowed. Deepened. A strange, electric heat started in her chest and spread outward until her fingertips tingled.
The golden glint in her eyes sharpened into something brighter, hungrier.
Finally.
Finally, I got my cheat.
A slow, wicked smile began to form on her lips.
No more normal life. No more scraping by.
She was going to take everything this world had to offer.
And she was going to start right here.