SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Late Night…

King Family Manor…

The feast at the King family manor was finally coming to an end. Golden lanterns swayed gently in the late-night breeze, while the sound of laughter, clinking goblets, and half-drunken songs floated across the sprawling courtyards.

But none of that mattered to Kent anymore.

Because at that moment, he was being dragged.

By three women.

Amelia clung to his left arm, her cheeks flushed with wine, eyes shining with barely-suppressed mischief. “You promised me time alone tonight!”

On his right, Lily held tightly, lips pursed, hair slightly tousled. “Nonsense! You had your moment last week. It’s my turn to discuss important magical cultivation issues with our husband!”

Sophia, ever the sly one, had wrapped her arms around Kent’s neck from behind. “Sisters, sisters, let’s not quarrel. Clearly, he’s had a long day and needs all of us to comfort him together. For… harmony!”

Kent—strong as he was—was no match for three determined women. He gave Fatty Ben a pleading look as he was spirited away like a defeated general being taken back to the enemy camp.

Ben raised his cup lazily, grinning. “May the heavens bless your soul, Master!”

–

Inside the Grand Bedroom

The large door slammed shut.

The room was spacious and opulent, yet one awkward detail stood out: there was only one bed. And it was huge. Round. Velvet sheets. Soft pillows. Suspiciously… heart-shaped.

Kent looked at it.

The women looked at it.

They all looked at each other.

A moment of silence passed.

Then all hell broke loose.

“This is absurd!” Lily barked. “Why is there only ONE bed?! Is this some cheap inn?!”

Sophia giggled. “It’s not the bed’s fault you’re too shy to share~”

Amelia narrowed her eyes. “He’s MY husband. And tonight, he’s sleeping on my side.”

“He doesn’t have a side!” Lily shot back. “His whole body belongs equally to all of us!”

Kent, stuck in the middle, slowly raised a pillow like a shield. “Ladies, peace is the foundation of cultivation…”

All three turned to him simultaneously.

“Shut up!”

He obediently nodded and began pretending to meditate on the headboard.

Eventually, they all got under the covers, grumbling.

It was a bit like stuffing spiritual beasts into a single cage. Someone’s hand brushed against someone else’s arm. Someone’s hair tickled someone else’s nose. Someone muttered about “elbow space” and was promptly bitten.

Then, as if summoned by divine comedy—

Creeeaaaak…

The door opened.

A head popped in.

It was Fatty Ben!!! swaying like a drunk tree, his face red, his eyes half-closed. He held a wine jar in one hand, his belly jiggling with each step.

“I… I brought more wine for the harem lord!” he slurred, then blinked at the sight of the four bodies entangled in the bed.

There was silence. No one exected Fatty would dare to step inside.

Then Amelia angrily pointed. “Kick him out.”

Kent sighed. “Ben—”

Before he could finish, Lily summoned a soft wind spell, and with a whoosh, Fatty Ben was yeeted backward.

THUD!

Outside the door: “I REGRET NOTHING!! Sorry, Master!”

Back inside, quiet returned.

Well, mostly.

A moment passed.

Then, one by one, the girls leaned in—on his shoulders, his chest, his arms.

A kiss on his cheek from Sophia.

A kiss on his forehead from Lily.

A kiss on his jaw from Amelia.

His face turned crimson.

“I— I thought we were only at hand-holding permission levels…”

Lily smirked. “Well, tonight we voted.”

“And?” he asked cautiously.

“We overruled your hesitation,” Sophia whispered.

Amelia patted his heart. “Just relax, Husband.”

Just as Kent thought he might survive the night with a shred of dignity, the door creaked open again.

Mona, walked in wearing nothing but oversized robes. She rubbed her eyes. “You forgot about me.”

Everyone froze.

Kent’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re supposed to be sleeping with Mohini!”

“I can’t sleep with you,” she said in drunken state, then looked at the bed, already filled to the brim.

There was no space left.

Her feline ears drooped.

Without a word, Mona dramatically fell on the floor, spread her arms like a starfish and began sobbing.

“You don’t love me anymore… You left me to sleep on the cold, lonely FLOOR!”

The women looked at each other, sighed, and then Lily grumbled, “Fine! Shift! Someone summon a cloud bed!”

Kent blinked. “That’s a thing?!”

“Shut up, Husband.”

–

Mona rolled over on the giant cloud bed, spreading her arms like she owned the sky. “Enough with the interrogation! Bring him here, my cloud bed has been lonely.”

They all looked at the bed. It was truly the cloud bed—fluffy, massive, and enchanted to simulate pleasure among clouds. The thing bounced lightly with every step like it had its own pulse.

Before Kent could escape, Amelia tackled him from behind. “Not tonight, hero. Tonight, you fight a different kind of battle!”

Kent tumbled onto the bed with a muffled yelp, sinking into the soft surface as if the clouds themselves had embraced him. One by one, the women leapt after him, causing the entire bed to bounce and wobble like a drunken boat on a moonlit lake.

“Careful!” Kent shouted, half laughing, half terrified. “You’re holding that too tight!”

“You’ll lose more than that if you try to run again!” Sophia threatened, crawling across the bed with narrowed eyes.

The room turned into a chaotic, giggling mess. Pillows flew through the air, someone accidentally knocked over a vase, and Mona was laughing so hard she fell off the bed with a loud thud. She popped her head back up with her hair wild and said dramatically, “It’s a spiritual ambush! I’m under attack!”

Lily grabbed Kent’s face and squished his cheeks. “Tell us, honestly! When you were out there to get a Sea God Legacy, did you even miss us?”

“Of course I did!” Kent managed to say between squishes. “I thought about all of you every time I almost died!”

“Romantic,” Amelia muttered. “A perfect love letter. ‘Dear wives, almost got eaten again. Thinking of you. Yours forever, Kent.'”

Despite the sarcasm, she smiled and hugged him from behind.

The teasing turned to playful caresses, and then to whispers in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the embroidered curtains.