Even before transmigrating, some rich billionaires had hired large numbers of voluptuous and beautiful female housekeepers for their villas, enjoying a harem.
Then you look at his fellow transmigrators…
Take Ainz-sama, supreme overlord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Dozens—hundreds?—of flawless, fiercely loyal beauties, every single one utterly devoted, worshipping the ground their skeletal master walked on. The minor detail that the Bone Daddy lacked certain… equipment to make full use of the situation? Completely irrelevant here!!!
Or Cid Kagenou, the self-proclaimed Eminence in Shadow, casually surrounded by the breathtaking members of Shadow Garden—each more stunning and dangerously capable than the last, hanging on his every chuuni word.
And that wasn't even the exception. Scroll through Webnovel, Royal Road, anywhere, and you'd see the pattern: practically every transmigrator protagonist ended up drowning in affectionate, beautiful women ready to die (or kill) for him. It was enough to make the average reader seriously consider stepping in front of an incoming truck, whispering a fervent prayer for isekai luck.
Luke let out a soft snort.
If those guys could pull it off, then he—a literal god now—had zero excuse.
Wouldn't that mean he had transmigrated for nothing?
To better understand the situation of Mutants and this world, Luke and Jean continued their conversation.
It was purely platonic, without any other intentions.
Mostly, Luke asked questions, and Jean Grey answered.
Jean remained distracted the entire time.
She was still recalling what Luke had said earlier.
It seemed Charles was hiding something from her.
Luke appeared to know, yet he hadn't brought it up.
Jean wanted to ask several times, but Luke seemed able to read her thoughts and would always smoothly change the subject to divert her attention.
Now was not the time to provoke Jean's inner Phoenix.
Luke decided to focus on the immediate task first. He would only tell Jean the truth after he had obtained the Phoenix Force.
If he mentioned it prematurely and agitated the Phoenix personality, the situation would become troublesome.
Luke was unsure of the power level contained within the fragments of the Phoenix Force inside Jean.
If it was only at the level shown in the movies, that would be acceptable.
But Luke did not dare gamble.
The two talked until late into the night.
In the end, Luke arranged for Jean and Suyin to share a room.
He settled them in temporarily; other matters could wait until tomorrow.
That night,
Rose knocked on Luke's door.
"Rose? Is something wrong?"
Luke opened the door and found her standing there in nothing but a thin silk camisole and matching shorts—barely enough fabric to call clothing.
The hallway light caught the soft blonde waves of her hair and the nervous flush creeping up her neck. She looked up at him.
"I'm scared," she whispered. "I can't sleep…"
The last forty-eight hours had been hell. Aliens, monsters, the ocean trying to swallow them whole. Even someone as tough as Rose—someone who'd raised Sharon through every kind of chaos—felt small and out of place in this new, violent world.
She didn't want to be alone tonight. She didn't want to imagine what might happen the second she walked away from him.
And underneath the fear… she'd spent the last hour in bed replaying the way Luke had lifted her like she weighed nothing, the heat of his body, the way his hands felt when they gripped her waist.
She'd imagined him doing it again. Harder. Deeper.
Luke scanned the empty hallway once, then reached out, wrapped an arm around her lower back, and tugged her inside. The door clicked shut behind them.
"Don't be afraid," he murmured against her hair. "I've got you. Everything's under control."
He backed her gently toward the bed until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She sat, looking up at him with that mix of trust and nervous anticipation. Luke knelt between her legs, hands sliding up the outsides of her thighs.
"You sure about this?" he asked, voice low.
Rose swallowed. "I… I've never…" She bit her lip. "Not with anyone. Sharon's adopted so... I never… I waited. And then life just kept happening."
Luke's thumbs brushed slow circles over her skin. "We go as slow as you need. You say stop, we stop. Okay?"
She nodded, cheeks burning.
He hooked his fingers under the hem of her camisole and peeled it up inch by inch, exposing the smooth, pale plane of her stomach, then the gentle swell of her breasts.
No bra. Just soft, full curves that rose and fell with her quick breaths.
He tossed the top aside and leaned in, kissing the hollow of her throat first—slow, deliberate—then trailing lower.
Rose's fingers curled into the sheets when his mouth found the underside of one breast.
He kissed there, open-mouthed, letting his tongue flick lightly over the sensitive skin before closing his lips around her nipple.
She gasped, back arching instinctively. He sucked gently, then harder, switching to the other side while his hand cupped what his mouth wasn't claiming.
"Luke…" Her voice was shaky, half plea, half wonder.
"Sssh~"
He eased her back until she was lying flat, blonde hair fanning across the pillow. His kisses continued their lazy path downward—over the dip of her navel, the flutter of her stomach muscles, the sharp jut of her hipbones.
When he reached the waistband of her shorts, he paused, looking up at her.
She nodded again, biting her lip so hard it turned white.
He tugged the shorts down along with her panties in one smooth motion, leaving her completely bare. Rose instinctively tried to close her legs, but Luke caught her thighs, spreading them gently but firmly.
"Beautiful," he said simply, and the raw honesty in his voice made her shiver.
He settled between her legs, shoulders pushing her thighs wider, and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one, then the other. Higher. Closer. Until his breath ghosted over her folds.
The first swipe of his tongue was slow—flat and warm, dragging from her entrance all the way up to her clit.
Rose's hips jerked off the bed with a choked sound.
He did it again, firmer this time, then focused on that swollen little bud, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly.
"Oh god—" Her hands flew to his hair.
"Tasty~" Luke groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble. He licked in long, thorough strokes, tasting every inch of her, then slipped one finger inside—slow, careful, letting her adjust to the stretch.
She was tight, untouched, slick with arousal but still so new to this.
He curled the finger, stroking that soft spot inside while his tongue kept working her clit in steady circles. Rose's breathing turned ragged. Her hips rocked against his face without meaning to.
"Luke.. it's too much—"
"Not yet," he murmured against her. "Let it build."
He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, pumping slow and deep while his mouth never stopped. Her thighs started shaking harder. Her fingers tightened in his hair. A string of broken whimpers spilled out.
"I'm.. I'm gonna.."
"Come for me," he said, voice rough. "Let go, Rose."
He sucked her clit hard at the same time he curled both fingers deep—and she shattered.
"Arrgghhhhh~~~~~"
Her back bowed off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, slick heat coating his hand.
Luke kept licking her through it, softer now, drawing out every aftershock until she was trembling, gasping, boneless against the sheets.
When her breathing finally slowed, he kissed his way back up her body—slow, soothing—until he was hovering over her.
Rose looked dazed, pupils blown, lips swollen from biting them.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded, then reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue and it made another fresh wave of heat coil low in her belly.
"I want you," she whispered against his mouth. "Please."
Luke kicked off his boxers, settling between her thighs again. He was thick, heavy against her entrance, the blunt head nudging her open. He didn't push in yet—just rocked there, letting her feel him, letting her get used to the size.
"Look at me," he said.
Her eyes locked on his.
He pressed forward—slow, so slow—watching her face the whole time. The stretch burned for a second; she winced, nails digging into his shoulders. He froze.
"Still good?"
"Yeah," she breathed. "Just… big. Keep going."
Inch by inch he sank inside until he was buried to the hilt. They both groaned at the same time—her at how full she felt, him at how tight and hot she was around him.
He stayed still, letting her adjust, kissing her slow and deep while his thumb found her clit again, rubbing gentle circles.
When her hips finally rolled up to meet him—tentative, testing—he started moving. Long, careful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.
Each stroke dragged against every sensitive spot inside her.
Rose's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
"Harder," she whispered after a few minutes. "Please, Luke… I can take it."
That was all he needed.
He hooked one of her knees over his elbow, opening her wider, and picked up the pace—deeper, stronger, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Rose's moans turned louder, unrestrained. Her nails raked down his back.
"Right there—oh fuck, right there—"
"Heh~" He angled his hips, hitting that spot over and over until her eyes rolled back. Another orgasm was building fast, tighter and hotter than the first.
"Come with me," she gasped. "Inside—please—"
Luke groaned, thrusts turning erratic. He buried his face against her neck, hips slamming forward one last time as he came hard, spilling deep inside her.
The heat of it triggered her own release—she clenched around him like a vice, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through her again.
They stayed locked together for long minutes afterward.
Until another knock sounded on the door.
Rose instantly jolted and looked toward the door, covered in cold sweat.
Luke held her and comforted her. "It's alright. It's just one of us."
Rose nodded, allowing Luke to carry her to the door.
He twisted the handle.
Suyin stared wide-eyed at the highly impactful scene before her.
"I… I'm sorry. I came at a bad time."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "No, you've come at exactly the right time."
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