The corrupted garden was silent.
No birds. No wind.
Even the moonlight refused to touch Nyxa.
She stood under the twisted arch of black roses, barefoot and nude, her pale skin painted in forbidden runes. Her white hair whipped like threads of smoke in the dark wind, and her eyes…
Empty.
Not of feeling. But of restraint.
Kaito stepped into the circle.
Power laced the air, thick as honey, bitter as blood.
"Nyxa," he said quietly. "This isn't who you are."
She tilted her head. "Isn't it?"
She snapped her fingers.
Chains burst from the earth.
Silken, smooth, and alive.
Before he could react, they coiled around his arms, his legs, his throat—binding him not with force, but with promise.
Every inch they touched sent waves of euphoria through him—arousal designed to weaken.
"You chained yourself to seven women," Nyxa whispered, walking toward him. "You let them ride you. Worship you. Love you."
Her fingers trailed down his chest.
"But you never let anyone own you."
---
She pressed her body against his.
Her thighs, strong and warm, pinned his legs apart.
"Do you know what it's like," she whispered, lips brushing his jaw, "to watch you claim them? To hear their moans echo through the palace walls? And I… was left behind."
He tried to speak, but the chain around his throat tightened just enough.
Not to hurt.
To tease.
Nyxa mounted him—slowly, deliberately.
But didn't enter.
She hovered.
Her lips against his ear.
"Tonight, you will beg. You will learn how it feels… to be desired without control."
---
The chains shifted.
Not just holding him—touching him.
One wrapped around his shaft, pulsing like a living thing.
Another coiled around his neck, guiding his head to rest against her breasts.
His body betrayed him.
He was hard.
Hungry.
But he didn't break.
"I don't love you," he managed.
Nyxa smiled—sad, twisted.
"I don't want your love," she whispered.
> "I want your surrender."
---
She lowered herself.
Not fully.
Just the head of him.
And stopped.
The heat of her, the tight slick warmth, the promise—and then the denial.
She rocked her hips, letting him feel the pressure, the heat, the ache.
His hips bucked.
She slapped him—lightly. A reminder.
"Not until I say."
He shivered.
And somewhere, deep inside, a dark thrill began to stir.
Not fear.
Not pain.
But the loss of control.
---
The chains pulsed faster.
She leaned forward, moaning softly in his ear as she whispered her pain:
> "You touched everyone but me. Gave them your magic. Your bond. Your seed.
And all I wanted… was to be seen."
He gritted his teeth. His breath trembled.
And then she kissed him.
Hard.
Not sweet. Not tender.
A kiss of rage and hunger.
And as she finally took him fully, the world screamed.
---
Nyxa's back arched as she moaned—not in pleasure, but in victory.
The runes on her body flared crimson.
The chains tightened.
And something deep in the bond system—something ancient and primal—snapped.
Kaito felt it.
A new link.
But it wasn't mutual.
It was one-sided.
She had made him hers.
---
Back in the palace, Aya collapsed.
Celestia gasped.
Lilix screamed.
"The balance—!" Velyra hissed.
Selene clutched her sword, eyes wide. "He's… being overwritten."
Ravyn growled. "She's branding him."
Seraphina whispered: "She's creating a bond without consent."
---
Nyxa rocked her hips—slow, sensual, cruel.
"You'll never belong to them again," she whispered. "You'll wake only to me. You'll ache only for me."
And Kaito?
Moaned.
But not in pleasure.
In rage.
His hands began to glow.
The Mother of Desire's sigil burned on his chest.
And for the first time since descending into this world...
He pulled the chains himself.
> "You want my surrender?" he growled.
"Then learn what it means… to break a king."
The moment Kaito's sigil flared, the chains binding him trembled—not weakening, but resonating with his will. Nyxa's body tightened around him, her control slipping for the first time. She felt the heat of the symbol glowing on his chest, a sacred power awakened by restraint, not surrender.
"You're mine," she snarled, clutching his face. "You were always meant to be mine!"
"No," he growled, voice deeper now, voice changed. "You want me like the others did at first—like a trophy, like a prize. But I am not something to be claimed, Nyxa. I'm something you become part of… or get devoured by."
He gripped the chains—not to break them, but to use them. Power surged through his hands, corrupting the magic from within. The chains that once obeyed her—now obeyed him.
Nyxa gasped as her wrists were pulled behind her back, her own bindings betraying her. The runes on her body flickered wildly, unstable. She tried to fight it, but Kaito stood—rising like a god beneath her trembling body, lifting her without using his hands. His voice dropped low, dark, commanding.
"Your hunger isn't love. It's fear. Fear of being forgotten. Abandoned. You wanted control so no one could leave you again…"
Nyxa's breath hitched. She opened her mouth, but no words came. Her body was still aroused—trembling, sensitive—but now caught between power and punishment. Her thighs trembled as the chains reversed direction, binding her knees to the floor, forcing her to kneel.
Kaito stepped in, now glowing, his body radiating dominance tempered by empathy. Not cruelty—but raw, overwhelming presence.
"You made your move," he said, standing before her. "Now it's my turn."
He placed two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her gaze. "You will not be punished for desiring me, Nyxa… but you will be taught what it means to be part of me. Not above. Not beneath. But bound by truth."
He leaned in close, letting her feel his breath against her trembling lips. "You want a bond? Then let it be real."
Without warning, he kissed her—not forcefully, not lustfully. It was a kiss of power meeting pain, of forgiveness offered through touch. Nyxa's eyes widened… and then tears escaped. Her bindings unraveled.
The false bond shattered.
In its place, a true bond—consensual, electric, mutual—took root. Her runes changed from black to silver, glowing softly over her skin. Her voice cracked. "I… didn't want to be alone."
"You're not," Kaito said simply.
She collapsed into his arms, sobbing quietly, still naked, still trembling—but no longer chained. For the first time in years, she was held not by magic… but by choice.
---
In the palace, the others felt the shift instantly. Aya stood tall. "He did it. He didn't just defeat her… he saved her." Celestia whispered, "He reversed a soul-bond." Velyra's lips curled into a rare smile. "He's growing faster than the gods predicted." Seraphina narrowed her eyes. "Which means they'll come for him soon."
It began with thunder.
Not the loud kind—but the deep, pulsing crackle of space bending, reality gasping under pressure. The air above the palace shimmered like glass under fire. Then it split.
A rift opened in the sky. From it descended a single figure, glowing with divine light that burned too white to stare at, yet impossible to look away from.
The Goddess of Eternal Harmony.
The one who accidentally killed Kaito. The one who sent him here.
And now—she had returned.
He stood in the courtyard, Nyxa behind him, her body wrapped in his cloak. The rest of the harem emerged one by one. Aya, Velyra, Lilix, Celestia, Ravyn, Selene, Seraphina—all armed, all furious. But they didn't attack.
Not yet.
The goddess landed gently. She looked beautiful—perfect, even—but unnervingly cold. Her white gown fluttered despite the windless air, her eyes an emotionless gold.
"You've grown too quickly," she said.
Kaito didn't flinch. "You look disappointed. Weren't you the one who gave me this chance?"
She blinked slowly. "It was not meant to go this far. You were a correction. A compensation. A mortal gift to a world that needed new balance. You were not meant to become a king."
"And yet," he said calmly, stepping forward, "here I am. Loved. Chosen. Earning every bond."
She frowned. "You bonded eight. Broke ancient law. Overturned fate. That power was never meant to be gathered by one soul."
"Then maybe your gods should've planned better."
The silence that followed was sharp.
The goddess raised a hand. "Kaito Tanaka, bearer of the Harem Dominion Trait, I offer you one final choice. Break the bonds. Return the girls to fate. And I will erase your presence from this world cleanly. Peacefully."
Ravyn laughed darkly. "She really thought that would work?"
Nyxa stepped beside Kaito, still trembling but firm. "He didn't just bind us. He saved us."
Lilix: "He gave me a reason to breathe again."
Aya: "He taught me I was more than a weapon."
Celestia: "He made me feel."
One by one, they stood around him.
The goddess's voice sharpened. "You defy the divine. You anchor corrupted souls to this world. This is not love. It is chaos."
Kaito's sigil glowed.
"No. This is what happens when you give someone a second chance—and they decide to do it better."
Power rippled through the air.
The goddess sighed. "Then you leave me no choice."
She raised her other hand.
And time stopped.
All light died. All sound vanished.
Kaito alone could move. Could breathe.
She floated toward him, eyes now filled with sadness.
"You should've remained a mistake."
He reached out—and grabbed her wrist.
And suddenly, her eyes widened.
His hand was glowing.
Not with divinity. But with desire.
Controlled. Channeled. Weaponized.
Her voice broke. "Impossible..."
"You broke your vow when you abandoned me to fate," he said. "Now it's your turn to face what you created."