My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 814: New Portal

The marks on her body were hidden now.

But he remembered exactly where each one was.

And from the faint, knowing curve at the corner of her mouth, she knew if she asked him, he’d gladly fuck her into fainting.

It was only matter of saying the word and he’ll gladly take her.

Too bad, she was tired.

Humanity had produced architecture, medicine, nuclear energy, and the deeply questionable decision to put pineapple on pizza, but Melissa walking out of a bathroom after being thoroughly ruined and somehow looking ready to negotiate with gods for more stamina so he could fuck her into the morning, might have been its most advanced technology Chaos had ever permitted.

"Ready?" she asked.

Her voice was calm. Collected. Smooth enough to quietly insult the chaos that had preceded it and the wild thought running in both their heads.

Phei looked at her for a moment longer than necessary.

"You look ready, love."

She arched one brow. "You are staring."

"I am appreciating."

"That sounds suspiciously like staring wearing perfume."

"It is better dressed."

"Mm. Continue behaving and I may let it pass. Maybe let you fuck your aunt one last round."

A huge expentant smile that touched his mouth was warm and his cock had already begun to shift.

He raised his right hand.

Then he waved.

That was all.

No chant and sacred posture stolen from the paintings of doomed heroes or sky-splitting declaration, ridiculous pause where the universe waited for applause.

Just a relaxed motion of his wrist, almost lazy, as though he were dismissing a servant or brushing aside a curtain.

Reality obeyed.

The portal opened two metres from the foot of the bed. It did not appear with a neat shimmer, nor did it bloom like some pretty magical doorway designed by cowards with committee approval.

It tore into the room with silent authority — a wound carved through space so cleanly that the air around it trembled before sound could decide how to react.

The vibration thrum of it struck Melissa in the sternum first and sank deep, past bone, breath; touching some ancient instinct that had nothing to do with thought and everything to do with survival.

She knew his void portals.

She had passed through one when the Maxton household nearly collapsed around her life like an expensive coffin if he’d unleashed his power even more.

She had been seeing them time to time in the past weeks even the last time they transported Sierra’s bag from her room into it— dark, cold, silent apertures carved into nothingness, openings that disregarded distance with the merciless elegance of true power.

Each time, she had assumed they belonged to Phei. It had made sense. Who else would treat the distance between two points as a personal insult requiring immediate correction?

But this portal was different.

The difference reached her before understanding did.

This felt like... him.

The foundation was void-black, that familiar absence of light so deep the eyes wanted to retreat from it; yet within the darkness moved something she had never seen before in the last portals she’d seen him use:

Black-white essence threaded the portal’s circumference — not black and white placed beside each other like polite colours for children, but fused into a single impossible substance.

A paradox had taken form and begun to breathe; it spiralled through the portal in slow, deliberate ribbons.

The strands coiled and folded around one another with unsettling intelligence, moving according to rules that had never been written for human minds. There was architecture in those motions. Intent. Patience. The energy did not flicker or flutter like ordinary magic:

It revolved with the composed menace of something aware of its own supremacy.

Then was the cold coming from it...

Melissa shivered.

It rolled out from the portal in a silent wave, passing across the penthouse with a presence too vivid to be mistaken for mere temperature.

But it was no simple cold, it was like feeling something that had a memory, temperament and it carried the grave authority of the void between stars — the chill that existed before fire became arrogant enough to call itself light.

As it touched the air, the room changed.

Steam lingering from the bathroom thinned into silver mist as glass walls frosted at their edges, delicate patterns crawling across the surface like pale veins and lights dimmed as if humbled.

Even the moonlight penetrating through seemed to sharpen, becoming cleaner, colder, more obedient to the portal’s presence.

Yet the cold did not hurt her.

It reached Melissa, brushed against the cashmere covering her arms, kissed the exposed skin of her hands, curled near the damp nape of her neck... and stopped.

Stopped.

As though it had encountered a boundary it had been commanded to respect.

The cold pressed near her without crossing that final line. ’Alive. Curious. Restrained.’ Melissa thought.

It circled her like a tide around sacred ground — powerful enough to freeze blood yet all at once gentle on her enough to spare the warmth beneath her skin.

She felt it test the limits of Phei’s protection and withdraw without protest.

That frightened her more than a lack of control ever could.

Wild power was crude and Melissa understood how crude things were like.

But this restraint, this careful withholding, this enormous force deciding exactly where it was and was not allowed to go, revealed a level of command that made her fingers tighten at her sides.

Phei had not opened a door.

He had disciplined the world into becoming one with a command of his Void-Ice element.

Melissa stared at the portal.

Then at him.

"That’s yours," she said quietly, it was not a question.

Phei held her gaze. "That’s mine."

A beat passed between them.

Her eyes shifted back to the portal, and the implications assembled behind them with frightening speed. Melissa’s mind did not stumble. It moved like a blade through silk — silent, exact, and very difficult to stop once drawn.

"The others weren’t, huh?" She was implicating on something.

Phei said nothing.

He did not deny it and rush to soften the revelation.

He simply let the truth stand between them, cold and clear.

Someone else had made the earlier portals, unseen who had been near him. With him. Around him and always whose work Melissa had mistaken for his because Phei had allowed her to not believe that, otherwise.

She filed every question away.

Melissa did not discard suspicion but organised it.

Her gaze returned to Phei, looking at his face — the warmth there, the seriousness beneath it, the slight vulnerability he had not bothered to disguise.

Tonight, after everything that had passed between them, after the tenderness and the ruin and the strange peace that followed, he was choosing to show her this. Not because he had been cornered and neither had she forced him but because he wanted her beside him when the next secret opened.

That mattered.

"The person I’m meeting," she said. "They made the other portals?"

Phei’s eyes flickered with surprise, then his smile came slowly, incredulous and helplessly amused.

"I didn’t say that."

"You didn’t have to."

Melissa adjusted the cuff of her sweater with devastating composure. It was such a small gesture, yet somehow it made the portal look overdressed and underqualified.

"You said someone important to you," she continued, "with the tone of a boy preparing to introduce a woman he should have mentioned much earlier. You also looked guilty, tender, and mildly proud of yourself, which is a deeply annoying combination. I raised three daughters, and two boys, Phei. I know that cadence."

He laughed — full and warm, filling the cold space around the portal with something living.

"You’re terrifying."

"I am observant. Your fear is a personal issue."

"Still terrifying."

"Good. Terror keeps men honest when wisdom fails. And wisdom fails often."

He grinned. "That sounds like something you would have carved above a boardroom door."

"I considered it. Legal advised softer wording."

"Cowards."

"Obviously."

But he didn’t correct her, she wasn’t going to meet Eira but someone else.

Melissa turned toward the dark glass of the window and checked her reflection. A slight adjustment to her hair. One touch at the neckline of her sweater. Her face settled into calm authority again, every trace of private tenderness folded beneath discipline. The transition was seamless.

Almost insulting.

A minute ago, she had been processing revelations capable of damaging weaker minds.

Now she looked prepared to step through a cosmic wound and correct whoever stood on the other side for poor scheduling.

Phei watched her with open admiration.

Melissa caught his gaze in the reflection. "What?"

"You look incredible."

"I know. Stay focused."

"Yes, ma’am."

Her lips curved faintly. "Careful. You sound too pleased saying that."

"I am a disciplined man... That’s how you raised me after all."

"You are a dangerous liar."

"Also true."

She faced the portal fully.

The black-white vortex turned with slow hunger, its cold circling the room, its edges humming with restrained violence. Beyond it lay nothing visible, only depth, shadow, and the sense of impossible distance folding itself into reach.

Melissa squared her shoulders.

"Well?" she said. "Are we going, or are we spending the rest of the evening admiring your very impressive injury to reality?"

Phei extended his hand, Melissa looked at it, then took it.

His fingers closed around hers — warm and steady despite the cold roaring without sound before them.

The portal’s light painted their joined hands in black-white radiance, and for a moment the whole penthouse seemed suspended between worlds: ruined sheets behind them, impossible darkness ahead, moonlight overhead, and Hell’s Paradise Island glittering below like a kingdom too rich to confess its sins.

Phei stepped first.

Melissa followed without hesitation...

...Together, they entered the wound in the world.

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A/N: I am sorry guys today I had power issues, I wil be releasing the remaining two Chapters later after my power I stable, we’re not losing our 5-daily Chapters.