QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 395: Never leave

Chapter 394:

Daphne

[Host.]

What? I lean against the flagpole, the wood cool against my back. The stars are bright tonight. The sea is calm. The crew is quiet.

I was just opening their eyes to new possibilities.

Besides, nothing might happen. It’s not like I have gay abilities. I can’t just wave my hand and make two won fall in love.

Wait. I pause. Can I have—

[No.]

The System shuts it down imdiately.

I yawn. Stretch. Lean my head back against the flagpole and close my eyes.

The ship rocks gently. The wood creaks. Sowhere below deck, soone is snoring.

And then—

I hear singing.

I open my eyes. Listen.

It’s faint. Distant. A lody carried on the wind, soft and sad and beautiful.

I swear, I can hear singing sotis. Late at night, when the sea is quiet and the crew is sleeping. A voice—female, low, aching. It makes sad.

Are there sirens in these waters?

I an, there are pirates and rmaids. It’s not far-fetched that sirens could exist.

Wait. I frown. Are rmaids sirens? Or different?

*

That singing again.

It’s calling .

Not very smart, I think. That’s how people die.

I sigh.

I watch, detached, as the little rmaid princess speaks to the kraken.

It’s massive—tentacles longer than The Bunny, eyes the size of carriage wheels, a beak that could snap a man in half. And she’s just... talking to it. Gesturing. Pleading. Commanding.

The kraken listens.

Then it leaves.

Sinks beneath the waves, disappearing into the deep, gone.

On the bright side, after the kraken leaves, the next stop is the monster.

I’m genuinely tired. Let’s get this over and done with so I can ask the little rmaid princess to introduce to her rmaid friends.

Larissa signals for the boat to keep sailing.

I raise my hand.

The Bunny follows.

***

Caspian

Larissa is amazing.

The way she cald that huge monster—stood before it without fear, without hesitation, without doubt. She spoke to it in a language I couldn’t understand, her voice soft and commanding, her hands moving through the water like she was conducting an orchestra.

And the kraken listened.

It left.

She says it’s a pet. Her father’s. Sent to retrieve her, to bring her ho, to protect her.

"How impressive," I tell her.

She leans her head on my shoulder. Her hair is wet. Her skin is cold. Her presence is warm.

"I’ll show you more," she says.

She often says this. That she wants to show more of the seas. The beauty. The wonders. The things no human has ever seen.

When all this is over, I think. When the monster is dead. When the kingdom is stable.

I’ll sail back to the seas.

At that ti...

I’ll let her show everything.

"Larissa."

She looks up.

"Thank you," I say.

She smiles. That small, quiet smile that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners.

"I’ll make you happy," she says, placing a hand on my chest. Her palm is cool through my shirt.

"I’m already happy with you right now."

"Happier." She adds on.

I can’t help my smile at that.

She’s so pure. So innocent. Untouched by the world in a way I’ve never seen in anyone from my kingdom. No sches. No politics. No agenda.

Just... her.

Wanting to be happy.

I cover her hand with mine.

"You already have," I say.

She tilts her head. Her dark hair falls across her shoulder.

"Happier," she says again.

I wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"Yes. Happier." I say.

She looks pleased.

It’s hard to communicate precisely—she often speaks in one word or extrely short sentences. But I can read her expressions now. The tilt of her head. The curve of her lips. The way her eyes brighten when she’s pleased.

I don’t know the outco of this journey. Whether I’ll succeed. Whether I’ll return ho. Whether I’ll ever see my kingdom again.

But I’m glad I t her.

*

I wake up on my side.

The cot is narrow. The blanket is thin. The air slls of salt and wood and her.

Larissa is beside , naked, her dark hair spread across the pillow like spilled ink. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her lips are slightly parted.

She’s beautiful.

I sit up. Stretch. My back cracks. My shoulders pop. The cot creaks beneath .

I’m glad the other two mbers of this cabin room give space when I’m here. They sleep on deck or in the storage hold or anywhere but here.

It’s different from the luxury I’m accustod to—the silk sheets, the feather beds, the servants who anticipate my every need. But it’s sothing.

I swing my legs over the side of the cot. Reach for my shirt.

Hands wrap around my waist.

"Again," she says.

Her voice is soft. Sleepy. Demanding.

I look back.

She’s looking up at , her blue eyes half-lidded, her lips curved in a small smile.

"Again," she repeats.

I should get dressed. I should go above deck. I should check on my crew,my responsibilities.

Instead, I lie back down.

"Again," I agree.

Because what man would refuse the embrace of a beautiful woman such as Larissa?

I pull her closer. She settles against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, her legs tangled with mine.

***

Larissa

The prince loves to copulate.

It’s not sothing I expected—he seems so serious, so burdened, so heavy with the weight of his crown and his brother and his responsibilities. But in the dark, in the quiet, with his hands on my skin and his breath in my ear—

He’s different.

Lighter.

Easier.

It’s easier to speak to him when he’s like this. His guard is down. His walls are low. He listens.

I suppose the Devil was right.

That ans she’s right about many other things.

That ans if I care about him...if I truly care about him..I should have his egg.

It’s hard for humans and rfolk to have little ones. Not impossible.

I’ve seen it.

He stirs beside . His arm tightens around my waist.

"Larissa?"

"Shh." I press my hand to his chest. "Sleep."

He mumbles sothing. Settles.

I watch him.

His lashes are dark against his cheeks. His lips are slightly parted. His hair is tangled, falling across his forehead.

I could keep him safe, I think. Here. Beneath the waves. Away from the humans who would hurt him.

He would never have to go back.

He would never have to leave .