The great hall's victory feast had ended hours ago. The new citizens were asleep in their warm beds. The twins (born on the battlefield banner) slumbered in their enchanted cradle. Even Keiko had retired with a satisfied smile.
Only the four of them remained.
The master bedroom had grown again (Sayuri's magic turning it into a palace chamber lit by floating orbs of soft golden light). The Bed of Endless Night dominated the center: twenty feet across, sheets woven from cloud-silk and phoenix down, already humming with the artifact's promise of perfect recovery and amplified pleasure.
Yumi stood at the foot of the bed, still in her white fox-fur cloak, silver hair loose and wild, pale blue eyes burning.
She had come here expecting death or domination.
Instead she found something she had forgotten existed: welcome.
Kai stepped forward first, shirtless, the new scars from the Iron Oni battle glowing faintly with residual warrior energy. He reached for the clasp of her cloak and unfastened it slowly. The heavy fur slid from her shoulders like snow falling from a mountain.
Underneath she wore nothing but the bone piercings in her nipples (taken from the dragon that killed her family) and a thin leather belt holding a single ice-blue dagger.
Her body was a map of survival: heavy, pendulous breasts marked with faint stretch marks from nursing sons who were now gone, abs carved from hauling sleds across tundra, thighs thick enough to crush a man's skull, ass like two perfect pale moons.
Kai's cock was already straining against his pants, nine inches of familiar thickness now enhanced by his Warrior stats (veined, angry, leaking at the sight of her).
Mika and Sayuri circled like predators who had finally found worthy prey.
Sayuri (nine months pregnant and radiant) wore only a sheer white robe that did nothing to hide her swollen breasts or the curve of her belly. Milk already beaded at her dark nipples, dripping slowly down the swell.
Mika was naked, sun-browned muscles flexing, pussy already glistening from the moment she'd kissed Yumi in the yard.
They moved as one.
Mika came from behind, pressing her body against Yumi's back, strong hands cupping those massive pale breasts and pinching the bone-pierced nipples until Yumi gasped.
Sayuri knelt in front, soft pregnant belly brushing Yumi's thighs as she unbuckled the dagger belt and let it fall.
Kai watched for a moment (his queens claiming the new one) then stepped in.
He kissed Yumi first: hard, claiming, tasting frost and grief and the first hints of surrender. She kissed back like a woman who hadn't been touched in years, teeth clashing, tongue desperate.
Mika's hands slid down to spread Yumi's ass cheeks, exposing her to the warm air. Sayuri's softer fingers found Yumi's pussy (shaved smooth except for a thin strip of silver hair) and slid through folds that were already soaked.
Yumi broke the kiss with a guttural moan as Sayuri's fingers pushed inside (two, then three, curling against her front wall while Mika's thumb circled her clit).
They didn't let her come yet.
Kai pushed her down onto the Bed of Endless Night.
The artifact activated instantly: every nerve ending lit up like fireworks. Yumi arched off the mattress with a cry as the pleasure sensitivity hit +100 %.
They took their time.
Sayuri straddled Yumi's face first, lowering her dripping pussy onto that cold mouth. Yumi hesitated for only a heartbeat before devouring her like a starving woman (tongue plunging deep, nose buried in Sayuri's clit, hands gripping pregnant hips as she ate her with desperate, sloppy enthusiasm).
Mika knelt between Yumi's spread thighs and spread her open wider, admiring the pink glistening flesh before burying her face in it. She ate Yumi like she was trying to crawl inside her (tongue fucking deep, lips sucking hard on her clit, fingers spreading her open so Kai could watch).
Kai stroked himself slowly, watching his queens worship the new one.
When Yumi started bucking and sobbing into Sayuri's pussy, close to coming, they stopped.
Not yet.
They flipped her onto her hands and knees.
Kai took her first.
He lined up behind that perfect pale ass and pushed in slow (inch by thick inch into a pussy that hadn't been fucked in years). Yumi's back arched, a low animal sound tearing from her throat as he stretched her open. She was impossibly tight, walls fluttering around him like they were trying to pull him deeper.
He bottomed out and held still, letting her adjust, one hand stroking her back like calming a wild horse.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first (long, deep strokes that dragged over every nerve ending). The Bed amplified everything: Yumi's moans turned into broken sobs of overwhelmed pleasure.
Mika lay beneath her in a 69, licking where Kai fucked her, tongue flicking Yumi's clit and occasionally Kai's shaft as it slid in and out.
Sayuri knelt in front of Yumi, guiding those pierced nipples into her mouth, sucking hard and tasting the faint metallic tang mixed with Yumi's skin.
Yumi came first: hard, sudden, a full-body spasm that squirted around Kai's cock and soaked Mika's face. She screamed into Sayuri's thigh, the sound muffled and desperate.
Kai didn't stop.
He gripped her hips and fucked her through it (harder now, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room). Yumi came again almost immediately, then a third time, her body shaking so hard she would have collapsed if Kai wasn't holding her up.
They rotated.
Mika took Yumi's mouth next, straddling her face reverse-cowgirl so Yumi could eat her while Kai continued pounding from behind.
Sayuri lay beneath, licking Yumi's clit and Kai's balls, her pregnant belly making the position awkward and perfect.
When Kai finally came, it was with a roar (buried to the hilt in Yumi, pumping rope after thick rope so deep some leaked out immediately). Yumi's fourth orgasm hit at the same time, her pussy milking him greedily.
They weren't done.
Sayuri wanted her turn.
They laid Yumi on her back, legs spread wide. Sayuri straddled her face properly now, grinding down while Kai and Mika each took a nipple, sucking and biting until Yumi was writhing again.
Then Kai slid into Sayuri from behind while she rode Yumi's tongue, the three of them connected in a chain of pleasure.
Mika wasn't idle (she retrieved the ivory strap-on they'd carved from a dungeon boss tusk and took Yumi slow and deep while Kai fucked Sayuri).
The room became a symphony of wet sounds, moans, and broken pleas.
Yumi came so many times she lost count (each one more intense than the last, the Bed making sure she never went numb, only more sensitive).
When Kai finally filled Sayuri, then pulled out and painted Yumi's pierced tits with the last of his load, all four collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat and cum.
Yumi was crying (not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming reality of being wanted, being touched, being alive).
Sayuri kissed the tears away.
Mika held her from behind, strong arms gentle now.
Kai pulled them all close, his seed still dripping from both women onto Yumi's skin.
"You're home," he whispered into her silver hair.
And for the first time since the ice took everything, Yumi believed it.
The Frost Reaper slept that night surrounded by warmth (three bodies pressed against hers, the Bed humming softly beneath them, the promise of tomorrow no longer cold).
Outside, the north wind howled against the walls of the Harvest empire.
Inside, winter had finally, completely melted.
It was three nights after Yumi joined the family.
Sayuri and Mika had taken the twins and Haru to the new nursery wing for a "girls' sleepover" with Keiko (a deliberate gift of privacy, wrapped in laughter and knowing smiles).
The master bedroom belonged only to Kai and Yumi tonight.
The Bed of Endless Night hummed low and hungry, candles floating in slow circles overhead, casting gold across the vast silk sheets.
Yumi stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but her bone piercings and the faint scars of a life spent killing winter.
Silver hair loose, falling to the small of her back.
Skin pale as moonlight, muscles taut beneath, breasts heavy and pierced, nipples already stiff with anticipation and fear.
She had never knelt for any man.
Not her husband.
Not the dragon that took everything.
Not the warlords who tried to claim her on the road south.
Tonight she wanted to.
Kai stepped out of the shadows, naked, body carved from months of war and love (broad shoulders, thick arms veined with faint golden warrior marks, abs ridged, cock already fully hard and curving upward, nine thick inches glistening at the tip).
He didn't speak.
He simply looked at her (slow, deliberate, the way a wolf studies something it has decided is already his).
Yumi's breath hitched.
She sank to her knees without being told.
The motion was graceful, lethal, reverent.
Her hands settled on her thighs, palms up.
Head bowed just enough that silver hair spilled forward like a curtain of frost.
"I killed everything that tried to own me," she said, voice low, trembling with something between terror and need. "I don't want to fight you anymore, Kai. I want… I want to belong."
Kai circled her slowly, one hand trailing across her shoulder, down the slope of her back, fingers tracing the long scar where the dragon's tail had flayed her open.
"You already belong," he said, voice rough with desire and certainty. "Tonight I'm just going to remind every inch of you whose name is carved on your soul."
He stopped in front of her.
His cock hovered inches from her lips (thick, veined, a single bead of precum trembling at the slit).
Yumi looked up, pale blue eyes wet.
Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth (slow, worshipful, lips stretching wide around his girth).
She didn't rush.
She savored.
Tongue flat against the underside, tracing every vein, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper and deeper until the head nudged the back of her throat and her eyes watered.
She held there, throat fluttering, hands still obediently on her thighs, until Kai groaned and threaded fingers into her hair.
Only then did she start to move (long, slow strokes, taking him to the root and back out until only the head remained between her lips, tongue swirling, cheeks hollow, saliva dripping down her chin onto her pierced breasts).
Kai let her set the pace for a long time, watching the proud Frost Reaper debase herself on his cock with single-minded devotion.
When her rhythm faltered (when the pleasure became too much and her thighs started to shake), he tightened his grip in her hair and took control.
Slow, deliberate thrusts into her throat (not brutal, but relentless).
She gagged, tears streaming, but never pulled away.
Her hands finally moved (sliding between her own thighs to rub her clit in frantic circles because she was dripping, aching, desperate).
Kai pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"On the bed. On your back. Legs open."
Yumi obeyed instantly, crawling onto the Bed of Endless Night and spreading herself wide (knees drawn up, feet planted, pussy flushed and glistening, silver strip of hair soaked).
Kai climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
He entered her in one slow, inexorable thrust.
Yumi's back arched off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from her throat as he stretched her open (inch by thick inch until he bottomed out, cockhead kissing her cervix).
The Bed amplified everything: every vein dragging against her walls, every pulse of his heartbeat inside her, every breath against her skin felt like fire and salvation.
He didn't move at first.
Just held her there, pinned and filled and owned.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She did (eyes wide, tears still falling, lips swollen).
"You are mine, Yumi Kurogane. Every scar. Every kill. Every frozen night you survived. All of it led you here. To this bed. To my cock buried inside you. Say it."
"I'm yours," she whispered, voice cracking. "Only yours. Always yours."
He started to move.
Slow, deep strokes (pulling almost all the way out until just the head stretched her entrance, then sliding back in to the root).
Each thrust deliberate, claiming.
Yumi's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
He released her wrists and she immediately clutched at him (nails raking his back, pulling him closer, needing more).
He gave her more.
Faster. Harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, her pierced breasts bouncing with every impact, bone rings glinting.
He angled his hips to grind against her clit on every stroke.
Yumi shattered.
Her first orgasm hit like an avalanche (back bowing, pussy clamping down so hard he had to fight to keep moving, a flood of wetness soaking them both). She screamed his name (raw, broken, the sound of ice finally cracking after a lifetime of winter).
He didn't stop.
He fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and took her from behind (one hand fisted in her silver hair, arching her back, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise).
This angle was deeper, brutal in the best way.
Yumi sobbed into the sheets, pushing back to meet every thrust, begging in fragments (please, more, harder, own me, break me, never stop).
He reached around to rub her clit in tight circles.
She came again (harder, squirting this time, a gush that soaked his balls and the sheets beneath them).
Only then did he let himself go.
He slammed in to the hilt and held, roaring as he emptied himself inside her (rope after thick rope flooding her womb, marking her in the most primal way possible).
Yumi's final orgasm milked him dry, her whole body shaking, voice hoarse from screaming.
When it was over, he didn't pull out.
He collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, arms wrapping around her trembling body.
Yumi turned her face into the pillow, tears flowing freely now (not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming relief of finally, completely surrendering).
Kai kissed the tears from her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
"I've got you," he whispered. "Forever."
She nodded against the sheets, voice barely audible.
"I'm yours, Kai. Completely. The ice is gone. Only you."
They stayed like that all night (joined, tangled, his cock softening inside her but never leaving, her body wrapped around his like she was afraid he'd vanish if she let go).
In the morning, the Frost Reaper woke up warm for the first time in years.
And she smiled.
Because winter had finally, irrevocably ended.
March 20, 2026 – four months after Yumi joined the family
Sayuri gave birth to the twins on the Bed of Endless Night (two perfect boys with Kai's dark hair and her gentle eyes, both born Level 12 thanks to the ring).
Three weeks later, Yumi missed her cycle.
A week after that, Mika stormed into the great hall waving a positive test like a war banner, laughing and crying at the same time.
Four pregnancies in the house now:
Sayuri nursing twins,
Mika six weeks along and already ferocious about it,
Yumi eight weeks and quietly, fiercely protective,
and Aiko (who had finally accepted the Elixir and Awakened as a Level 25 Shrine Guardian) suddenly sporting a tiny bump of her own.
The Harvest Family was becoming a dynasty.
Kai looked at his queens (bellies rounding, breasts swelling with new milk, bodies glowing with power and motherhood) and felt two things at once:
Pride so fierce it hurt.
And a bone-deep certainty that the world outside their walls was only going to get hungrier.
He made the decision that night.
"I'm going solo into the Tower," he told them in the bedroom, all four women curled around him like lionesses. "The 200-floor raid tower that appeared in old Tokyo Bay. No one has cleared past floor 92 yet. I'm going to the top. Alone."
Silence.
Then four voices at once:
"Absolutely not."
"You're insane."
"Over my dead body."
"Take us with you."
Kai kissed each swollen belly in turn.
"You four are carrying the future. I'm not risking a single one of you or the babies. I'll be back in a month. Two at most."
Mika punched his chest (hard enough to bruise a normal man). "You come back in one piece or I'll drag your ghost back and kill you again."
Yumi just pulled his head to her breast and whispered, "Bring me something cold from the top."
Sayuri cried.
Aiko prayed.
Kai left at dawn with nothing but his mythril sword, the bracers from the first chest, and a single spatial storage ring now filled with potions and food.
He reached the Tokyo Bay Tower in three days (teleporting via captured guild portals, moving like a ghost through the ruined city).
The tower accepted him instantly.
‹ Solo Challenger Detected – Precursor Title Active ›
‹ All EXP +100 % | All drops doubled ›
Welcome back, Harvester.
He climbed.
Floor by floor.
Day by day.
Golems of living steel.
Dragons made of lightning.
Armies of undead samurai on floor 67.
A mirror maze on floor 89 that forced him to fight endless copies of himself (each one whispering his worst fears: failing his women, losing a child, becoming the monster he killed).
He shattered them all.
On floor 147 he found the wolf.
A massive dire-wolf the size of a horse, fur white as Hokkaido snow, eyes burning with arctic blue intelligence.
Guardian of the floor, Level 85 Alpha Fenrir.
The fight lasted six hours.
Kai bled from a dozen wounds.
The wolf bled from more.
In the end he drove his sword through its heart… and felt the beast's dying loyalty reach for him like a hand.
‹ Taming Chance Triggered – Precursor Title ›
‹ Legendary Beast Submits ›
Name your companion.
Kai, half-dead and laughing through blood, named him "Kōri" (Ice).
Kōri shrank to the size of a large dog, padded over, and licked the blood from Kai's face with a rough tongue.
From that day on, the wolf never left his side.
They reached the top together.
Floor 200.
The final guardian: a mirror version of Kai himself (Level 100, wielding every skill he'd ever learned, wearing the faces of his women in torment).
Kai won by less than an inch of health.
The tower core accepted his hand.
‹ Tokyo Bay Raid Tower – First Solo Clear ›
‹ Title: Apex Sovereign ›
‹ Level 27 → Level 92 ›
‹ New Class Evolution: Harvest King (Unique) ›
‹ Companion Kōri → Level 92 Frost Direwolf Emperor ›
‹ Tower now under your control – teleport hub activated ›
Kai stood on the spire, wind howling, Kōri at his side, and looked out over the broken world.
Then he opened a portal straight home.
He stepped out of thin air into the great hall thirty-seven days after he left.
Covered in scars.
Eyes older.
Power rolling off him like heat from a forge.
Four very pregnant, very angry, very relieved women tackled him to the floor before he could speak.
Kōri sat politely to the side, tail thumping, while his master was buried under kisses, tears, and scolding.
Later that night, after the tears and the shouting and the "never do that again," they took him to the Bed of Endless Night.
Four swollen bellies, eight hands, four mouths, one very exhausted but ecstatic Harvest King.
Kōri curled up in the corner and pretended not to watch.
The wolf was loyal.
But even he knew some things were sacred.
Kai came home a legend.
He came home a father-to-be four times over.
And the world outside?
It could wait one more night.
Because the king had returned to his queens.
And the Harvest was only getting stronger.