Harem Tournament of Champions

Stepping out of the bathroom, water trailed down his body and wet the marble flooring on which he stood.

[You should...]

'I'm in no mood to dry up!' Hisha cut HTC off, slowly making his way toward the door.

Pushing back his wet hair, he felt the rest sleep on his back and had him self-conscious of his naked state.

Looking down at his physique, he let out a sigh, "am I just built to be adored? Why do I feel only a minute of things that interest me?"

All these were questions even HTC couldn't respond to, knowing this was a similar thought towards life the original host had.

[Look on the bright side, you have a goal, revenge to accomplish, and lots of ladies to satisfy you]

Shaking his head, Hisha had a bite on his bottom lip before he would let out a maniac laugh.

The loss of thrill was draining him of his joy and zeal to continue. 'I am more than a ruler driven by power and lust!'

[...]

Clicking his tongue, he knew his system would be clueless to the desire of humans, given the fact it wasn't human nor does he know what he was.

Thinking on that line, he realized his character status had never mentioned a sort of race he was other than the vague immortal.

'HTC, what race am I?'

[An immortal]

HTC deadpanned and put up a confused emoji to the strange question posed by its host.

Hisha shook his head, the information wasn't right and he knew, he could remember HTC telling him about his unique ability, all other races were confined to their race-varying abilities.

He on the other hand needed to witness to replicate the same ability and gain it permanently, that couldn't be the ability of an immortal.

His drive for the search for Dalsa only boosted his zeal to scale throughout the days in hope of getting answers.

'Why do I feel you are withholding some truth from me?!' Hisha narrowed his eyes, suspicious of being led on.

[That isn't true, host. Until you get your...]

'Nevermind.' Hisha replied with a sigh and shook his head at how stupid it was to bring up such worries to a thing that couldn't even grasp the full meaning of passion and curiosity.

Hisha leaned on the door, waiting for yet another round of sexual gratification done by Mich on Melody.

Gritting his teeth at the endless thrusts, moans, and groans from both parties, he stared wide-eyed at his feet.

Punching on the wall, he felt frustrated, waiting for the results but also the fact that Mich wasn't interested in getting that pearl just yet.

'All he needed to do was one task, what is he doing prolonging this?!'

[Should I consider this as you being jealous?]

Hisha glared at the user interface. 'How about you materializing so I could greet you?'

[You would be blinded by how handsome I would be!]

HTC snickered with a grinning emoji.

'I would love to smack that smirking emoji off your handsome face!' Hisha hissed with a forced smile.

[How about I was a beautiful lady, would you also consummate our union?]

Hisha was startled by the way the conversation was stirring in the wrong direction. 'Eww... Gross, what the hell goes in that thought of yours?!'

[...]

HTC showed a disapproving emoji, displeased by how swift its host was in rejecting the suggestion.

Going out of its way, HTC materialized into a beautiful lady nearly identical to Melody but this time naked as Hisha was.

Placing an arm over 'her' nipples, HTC had a wicked grin and bent over slightly so Hisha could have an ample look at the soft and squishy cleavage that had been pushed upwards with the other arm under the bust.

Hisha stumbled back and tripped on the wet floor, crashing down with a thud.

Hissing and cursing all the while, Hisha had his hand on the floor as a minor injury he had sustained from scraping his elbow began to heal rapidly.

HTC rushed over to inspect but held back when Hisha pushed himself off the floor and jumped back to avoid body contact with the supposed female.

For a second, he had not made sense of the fact that HTC was the mysterious lady in front of him.

Creating a lot more steam to cover up his crotch, he had his hands in front of him in a defensive stance.

"How did you get in here??" Hisha barked, gritting his teeth to avoid attacking without an explanation.

He was confident he could win but needed answers before he took action.

When those blue eyes stared at him with a mischievous glint, Hisha tilted his head and noticed how similar this lady was to Melody.

'Could it have been a glitch in my item purchase?' He thought, considering the possibility of this lady being a glitched twin of Melody.

'HTC, you better tell me what's going on, what happened to the inventory?!'

Still having access to the telepathic mode of communication, a smile could be seen on HTC's face.

[Am I still resistible to you?]

Hisha stared wide eyes at the female who had her eyes locked on him when those words resonated in his thoughts.

To make it more strange was the fact that there was no user interface this time, but rather the face smirking back at him.

"HTC?" Hisha questioned with his mouth gaped open.

"In the flesh," HTC replied, releasing the hold on 'her' breasts, gesturing around her voluptuous physique. "But seriously, in the flesh!"

Hisha stood dumbfounded, before getting his bearings and making his way toward HTC.

HTC waited, wondering what its host plan was, now that it had seen its seductive representation of what it could do.

Placing a hand on HTC's shoulder, Hisha examined the face, poking at the cheeks. "It looks... so real."

A blush made its way onto HTC's cheeks, taking the compliment as praiseworthy to be idolized since it came from its host.

Tailing the fingers down the heck, Hisha examined and found the fair skin intriguing. "Interesting."

Not understanding what its host had in store for it, HTC shone a big smile, satisfied it could make false Hisha's claim of being disgusted if it ever took on the form of a female.

Having had enough of staring at the neck, Hisha had a wicked grin, grabbing HTC by the neck.

"You don't know how long I have always wanted this!" He snickered in mischief, making sure to choke, yet also gently making sure not to snuff out all the air or snap HTC's neck.

Self-absorbed in his actions, he was disappointed the moment he felt nothing by steam, and the materialization created by HTC was gone.

[How could you choke a lady?]

Adjusting his posture, Hisha let out a satisfying breath of relief. Because HTC resolved to make him break his notion, he had gotten the chance to choke his system even though he did it a little too lightly.

'You are and will never be a woman in my eyes, you're as horny–if not more than I am.' Hisha deadpanned.

[You were stunned by my beauty that you went crashing the other way!]

HTC tried to pick on the loopholes, hopeful its host would own up to his wrong notions.

'That's basically because you copied something that I had created with your help.' Hisha scoffed and folded his arms.

'Be thankful I didn't kill you when you materialized in front of me.' Hisha added on a final note, ignoring HTC's bicker in disbelief.

Requesting the window to be displayed in front of him to face the sounds that had continued once HTC had calmed.

~Huff!

~Huff!

~Phlap!

~Mmm... aaaaa!

He watched with wide eyes, how Melody was on all fours, getting pounded from behind, and had her tongue sticking out in ecstasy.

The very face that he had watched her portray while he was over her a few hours ago.

[Someone's having fun]

[38:09:00]

HTC teased and snickered, hoping Hisha comes to terms with what he had created and the true plan at hand.

Closing his eyes, Hisha looked away and closed it up.

"She sure is." He exhaled and spoke out in a whisper.

[Be glad, at the least you had your fair share of her body]

'Could you materialize into the beautiful Melody lookalike?' Hisha wiggled his brows, his hand on the door handle.

Hisha could hear a hiss in protest from HTC, "haha! Thought so too.'

Opening the door, he smiled at his behavior and calmly repeated to himself that he was working himself up for someone that would vanish from their reality in a matter of hours.

'Your time is limited Mich, we'd see who has the last laugh!' He had a wicked grin as he stepped out of his bathroom.

Beep!

Beep!

[Melody's distress call]

*****

A/N

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