My Xianxia Harem Life

Luna observed Riley carefully, her eyes lingering on his every movement. She was subtle in her approach, never too bold, never too direct, but always watching.

Riley was an enigma—a man who never turned away those who sought his time, yet somehow remained distant.

He gave generously to everyone who needed him, his presence a source of comfort and admiration to many. Yet, when the sun set, he became untouchable.

His nights were sacred, reserved for his lovers, and no one else had the right to intrude upon that part of his life.

For Luna, it was frustrating. Riley was constantly surrounded by people, each one vying for his attention, leaving little room for her.

She wasn't the type to aggressively push her way forward, nor was she foolish enough to act out of desperation. Instead, she waited, knowing that patience was its own kind of weapon.

There was always an opening—it was just a matter of finding the right moment.

A week passed before she finally found hers.

"You seem tired, Young Master Riley," Luna said softly.

For once, he was alone. Even Fluffy, his ever-present companion, was absent. It was a rare sight.

Riley was lost in thought, his expression unreadable. He stood there, gazing at the sky as if searching for answers within its vast expanse.

Despite Luna's words, he didn't look tired at all. If anything, he was the picture of effortless charm—his sharp features unmarred by exhaustion, his posture as confident as ever.

"That's just my normal face you're seeing, Luna." Riley finally spoke, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You, on the other hand, seem on the verge of another breakthrough. Congratulations. You worked hard."

Luna blinked, momentarily thrown off by his keen observation. It was true—she was close to reaching the next stage in her cultivation, but that wasn't what occupied her thoughts at the moment.

"Thank you, Young Master Riley. It's all thanks to the spirit stones you gave me," she said. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before finally voicing what she had been contemplating all this time.

"If you'd like, I can give you a massage, Young Master Riley. Consider it a token of my gratitude for everything you've done for me."

She stepped closer, and Riley caught the scent of her skin—soft, delicate, alluring. It was a fragrance that carried innocence and temptation in equal measure, a mix of purity and something far more dangerous.

"No need. I feel perfectly fine, Luna. You'd just be wasting your time. You should focus on cultivating instead," Riley replied smoothly, sidestepping the offer.

But Luna was undeterred. "I insist, Young Master Riley. This is the least I can do for you after all your kindness. Please."

She bowed her head slightly, her voice carrying a quiet determination.

Riley studied her, his sharp eyes piercing through her facade. He didn't need to guess what was going through her mind—he could see it as clearly as if she had spoken it aloud.

There was no denying it anymore. This wasn't just about gratitude. Luna, like so many others, had developed feelings for him. An obsession even.

He let out a small sigh. He could have rejected her outright, but deep down, he knew he wouldn't. He never had the heart to break a woman's affection, nor did he wish to trample on the emotions of those who admired him.

"Sometimes, I hate myself for being so good and kindhearted," he mused inwardly.

Luna, in truth, was far from average. If she had been born on Earth, she would have outshined even the most celebrated actresses.

Her beauty was undeniable, yet it was often overlooked in the presence of women like Katherine and Veronica, whose allure was so overwhelming that they dimmed the light of those around them.

Still, Riley could see her for who she was. And, at this moment, he knew there was no point in resisting.

"Alright then," he said with a small smile. "Please, lead the way."

Luna's face lit up with barely contained joy, and as she turned to guide him, Riley followed, wondering how much longer he could keep himself from giving in to the desires that constantly surrounded him.

The two didn't have to walk far before arriving at Luna's private quarters. The room was modest yet elegant, adorned with soft fabrics and warm candlelight that cast flickering shadows against the walls.

A pleasant fragrance lingered in the air—undeniably Luna's, a delicate blend of floral sweetness and something uniquely her own. It was the scent of a woman, soft and inviting, and Riley noticed it immediately.

"You can lie down, Young Master Riley. I'll just get the massage oil," Luna said, her voice gentle yet filled with an underlying anticipation.

Riley gave a small nod and made himself comfortable, resting against the plush bedding as Luna walked over to a cabinet. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her every action unhurried.

When she returned, however, Riley's relaxed state was interrupted as he caught sight of her undoing the ties of her robe.

"What are you doing, Luna? I thought this was just a massage," Riley asked, his voice laced with surprise.

Luna paused briefly, tilting her head as she offered him a knowing smile. "Of course, Young Master Riley. But this is the way I do my massages. Don't worry, I promise you'll love it."

Her robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing smooth, flawless skin beneath. She moved onto the bed beside him, settling herself comfortably before meeting his gaze.

"You should be comfortable too, Young Master Riley," she suggested softly, her voice carrying a quiet insistence.

Riley hesitated, his sharp mind instantly seeing through her intentions. He could refuse, set boundaries, remind her that there was no need for such gestures—but what was the point?

He had long learned that when a woman had made up her mind, resistance was often futile. Besides, Luna wasn't just any woman.

She was someone who had proven her loyalty and devotion time and time again.