My Taboo Harem! Chapter 329: Worlds Transcendent, Lesser God, Supreme God Im

She drifted lower—slipping into the steaming water of the sunken pool with a soft hiss of frost eting heat.

Steam blood thicker, violet-tinged, as she floated toward him—small hands reaching for the hem of his torn shirt. "Now, let bathe you, Master. You’re all bloody inside and broken. I’ll make it feel so good~."

Phei nodded—

That’s quite... useful. It’ll co in handy. No need to explain shit to her. She knows as much as I do—no, even better than I do, maybe.

lissa, Maddie, and Sierra were still watching—confused, hovering at the edge of the room. lissa’s voice cut in—sharp, possessive. "Phei, seriously—who are you talking to? You’re freaking us out."

"Girls, relax." He said.

"Can the Consort and her stupid master see you?" He said the fairy.

She giggled—high, childlike, covering her mouth with small hands. "You an that sky-slicing shortie?"

Phei laughed—athyst eyes flickering with dark amusent. "Shortie? Girl, have you looked at yourself? She’s taller than ya."

She pouted—full lower lip pushing out cutely—then shrugged, wings fluttering.

"What sky-slicing by the way?" He asked. He knew how powerful Consort was but had no idea of sky-slicing.

She giggled again—bubbling, innocent delight. "Ah, Master didn’t know! The Consort is as powerful as slicing the skies themselves—just for her movent’s convenience alone. She can cut open reality with a flick, step through voids like doors."

Phei’s surprise hit hard— his calm facade cracking for a heartbeat, athyst eyes widening. "That bitch can do what now?"

"How powerful is the Consort, fr, fr?"

She tilted her head—cute, thoughtful—small body floating in the steaming water of the sunken pool, wings humming a low, seductive thrum that sent faint ripples across the surface.

Her skin caught the blue rim-light and refracted it into violet starbursts that danced across her full, firm breasts—still pressing visibly against the veil, dark nipples hard and prominent through the semi-transparent frost, erect and aching like they were begging for heat.

Her tiny hands were already working at his shoulder—gentle, icy fingers caressing his bare skin now.

It felt so good.

Each touch sent shivers racing through him—not just from cold, but from the electric contrast of her void-frost soothing the exact places where pain still scread.

Phei groaned low when she pushed the shirt off his shoulders completely.

She drifted closer, wings folding slowly behind her like black glass, until her body pressed flush to his in the steam.

Her breasts flattened against his chest—soft, full, icy peaks scraping his nipples with every shared breath. The veil between them was nothing now—just a thin, wet mbrane that did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were, how they dragged across his skin like frozen diamonds.

"Very powerful, Master. Godly, even." Her voice was high and sweet—childlike delight wrapped around ancient knowing. "Based on what I observed while you were sleeping—and based on the Consort’s power display and output—she’s close to becoming Worlds Transcendent. Only one level away from becoming a Lesser God."

She paused—small hands sliding down his chest, icy fingertips tracing the fresh bruises with deliberate, soothing circles. The void-frost seeped in—knitting micro-fractures in bone, numbing torn muscle, leaving behind a tingling chill that bordered on pleasure.

Her touch lingered over his heart—right where the portal had blood earlier—fingers pressing lightly as though feeling for the sleeping dragon beneath.

"And to be a lapdog of anyone at that kind of power level?" She giggled—high, wicked, the sound bubbling up like champagne laced with arsenic. "Trust ... she either has to be a slave, a disciple of her master, a relative, or have so very close relationship. And if you’re hoping it was any of the rest and not a slave... you’re probably wrong."

Her wings fluttered—scattering black snowflakes that dissolved in the rising steam, each flake winking out with a tiny violet spark.

"If she’s a slave at that power level... then her master would have to be, at the very least, a Supre God Immortal. And that’s ten levels above Consort’s Worlds Transcendent."

Phei shivered—mory of that colossal white sword flashing back unbidden: the blade longer than mountain ranges, sword aura tearing reality into blinding white afterimages, fire that burned colder than absolute zero yet hotter than creation’s heart, the way it had frozen mid-descent inches from his throat, so sharp it sliced the concept of distance itself.

Even now—with Void-Ice stirring in his chest, with power he barely understood—he was pretty sure it would kill him before he could move a finger against it.

Or teleport away through the void.

Ten levels and above higher than soone about to beco a Lesser God. One would assu Lesser Gods were the weaker ones—but look at the Consort. Not even a Lesser God yet, and she could casually slice skies just for movent convenience. No one—no one—even saw it happen. No phenona. No reports. No legends.

The actual fuck.

He shivered again—athyst eyes narrowing, jaw tightening until the muscles stood out in sharp relief.

"How powerful is a Lesser God, then?"

She giggled—high, delighted—small hands sliding lower, icy fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs, void-frost seeping into every muscle, every fracture, knitting them with delicate, almost intimate precision.

"Very powerful, Master. They can shatter worlds with a thought. Rewrite laws of reality like rewriting code. Bend ti and space like paper. The Consort is already close. Imagine what a Lesser God can do... and what a Supre God Immortal can do to them."

Phei’s jaw tightened further—cold, unyielding.

She continued—voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning in so close her full breasts brushed his chest through the veil, nipples dragging visibly against the frost-thin fabric.

"But that ans the Consort can’t see . She’s not even a Lesser God yet. Only gods and above can see . And that confirms two things: the obvious... and the fact that if I do anything directly to her master, that dude would see . Might even kill ."

She paused—small face tilting up at him, void-black eyes sparkling with mischief, crystalline tears forming at the corners only to freeze into tiny violet diamonds before they could fall.

"But that’s the only threat. That ans I can do your bidding in Paradise. Run amok. Even slap the Consort for you and get away with it. Although... the latter would alert her. She’d report to her master."

She pouted—full lower lip pushing out cutely. "Too bad you have to hold that urge~!"

Phei exhaled—cold, controlled—athyst eyes fixed on her with that post-awakening ice.

The fairy’s hands slid lower—icy touch soothing the deepest wounds, void-frost knitting fractures with delicate, almost reverent precision. Steam curled thicker around them—violet-tinged, scented with faint cedar from the diffusers—turning the sunken pool into a private, misty cathedral.

And the questions kept building.