World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 07

Literotic asexstories – World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 07 by TheCulling,TheCulling
Alisa was completely taken aback when I showed her to her room.

“Wow.” She said. “Wow.”

She sat at the desk and began scribbling in her journal. She stood up, walked around the bed, flopped on it, rolled over, curled up, then stretched, then sat up again, and then smiled.

“I love it.” She breathed. She got to her feet, came over to me, and then gave me a hug. I was completely taken aback by the gesture. I awkwardly patted her on the back as she squeezed me.

“This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Alisa said. “Thank you.”

I patted her head awkwardly, she let out an odd ‘squuueeeing’ sound, and then promised me that she would get right to work on my next portrait. When I left her she had already gotten her art supplies out and was furiously tracing my face.

We had dinner together that night, and I found her to be an excitable, but very charming, young woman. She chattered happily about her art and her life on the streets, and I found myself rather taken aback by her rather cheery descriptions of her life at home.

“And then Dad slapped me across the face.” Alisa was saying. “I was unconscious for a second, and then I started to fall down the stairs, but I managed to catch myself just in time-”

Her story was interrupted, however, by a knock at the door. I went to go answer it, and was surprised to see Scarlet.

“Hello.” She said brightly. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” I said, as I let her in. “We were just eating… do you want anything?”

“Yes, I would love that.” She answered. Her eyes flickered over Alisa.

“Hello.” Alisa said brightly. “I live here now.”

I half expecting Scarlet to freak out, or ask for an explanation, but she seemed completely unperturbed. “Oh, how nice.” She said. I got a plate set for her, and Scarlet sat down with us, and the three of us enjoyed a rather pleasant meal.

“What did you want to talk about, Scarlet?” I asked her. She went pink.

“Well, you didn’t come by the shop today… so when it was time to close up, I thought… I should come and see you.”

Alise was looking between us with interest. She darted her head down and brought out her pen and paper and started sketching. I decided not to acknowledge it.

“I’ve gotten a little tired of sandwiches.” I told her. “We should go out to a restaurant together. Tomorrow, maybe.”

Her eyes shone brilliantly. And then it faded.

“I…. can’t.” She said. “I’m… on call.”

She didn’t say it outright, but I think I knew what she meant. She was preparing for another assassination. One that could take place any day now. For the first time since I had met her, I felt a strong sense of uneasiness at her life choices. Some sign of my discomfort must have shown on my face, because her expression became even more discontent.

“I’m sorry.” She said. “I can’t… help who I am.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” I said, my voice stiff. “When are you leaving?”

“As soon… as soon as I get my orders.” She said. She stiffened, and then fell silent.

We sat in silence for several minutes after that. The sound of Alise’s pen was the only sound in the room.

I wondered about where I wanted my relationship with Scarlet to go. Although I liked her… quite a bit, actually…. It was clear that our conflicting lifestyles were driving a wedge between us. For whatever reason, she was unwilling or unable to leave behind her life as an assassin. And because I was a relatively normal, well adjusted person… it was something she felt that we couldn’t just play off or ignore.

“Done!” Alise said brightly, as she flipped her pad around. We turned to look at it, and were completely taken aback. It was a stunning portrait of the Scarlet and I, sitting across from each other. Our faces with torn with intense emotion.

Scarlet was amazed.

“Wow!” She said. “I’ve never seen someone draw so well? You did that just now?”

“Yes.” Alise said, a little bit smugly. ‘You like it?”

“Oh, very much!”

“Since I’m living here now… I guess you could have it.”

She handed her the portrait. Scarlet took it gingerly, and stared at it radiantly.

“Thank you.” She said. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

I sense an opportunity. “Alise is really good at Portraits.” I said. “Why don’t you let her draw you some more?”

“What?” Scarlet repeated, surprised. “She can do this again?”

“As much as you want.” Alise said, beaming.

What followed was a completely unexpected evening. Scarlet and I picked out an empty room in my building and sort of converted it into a makeshift studio. Alisa sat, back straight, pen at the ready, as we took on a variety of poses. We danced, we laughed, and I even kissed her once.

Scarlet was red-faced when I did that, and that did not escape Alisa’s notice. She cranked out a portrait in a matter of minutes that adequately captured the moment. Although only the back of my head could be seen from the angle, it was a charming representation of her likeness.

“Oh, I look so embarrassed.” Scarlet said, when she saw it. She turned to me. “I don’t look like that, do I?”

“It’s a perfect likeness.” I told her. Alisa smiled, twisting the pen in her fingers.

After several hours of this Scarlet called it quits. “I’m exhausted.” She said, yawning. “I need to get back home and…”

“You can stay with me if you want.” I told her. She blinked at me, and before I had realized what had happened she had fallen on top of the bed and fallen asleep.

She must have been much more exhausted than she had let on, I thought, as Alisa and I gathered up blankets and a pillow to make her more comfortable. When all was said and done we found ourselves making our way back up to my room.

“That’s the second girl I’ve seen you with.” Alisa told me. “How many more are there?”

She seemed more curious than judgmental.

“A fair few.” I said evasively.

“Can I join?”

We stopped in the middle of the hallway and stared at each other. She smiled charmingly.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” I ask. The truth was that I had already been planning for things to go in that direction, but with Scarlet’s unexpected arrival…

“No, I don’t.” Alisa said. “So what do you say?”

I poked her in the forehead. “Fine. You’re now my property.”

“Excellent.” Alisa said, as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “You know, I meant what I said earlier. You’re the best thing to happen to me in a while.”

“It’s a little bit early in the relationship to be saying things like that, isn’t it?”

“It’s the truth.” Alisa said, a little bit defensively. “I… really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“Alisa, we’ve known each other a day.”

“But you’ve shown me so many kindnesses.” She said earnestly. “Letting me draw you… inviting me to stay… accepting me as one of your harem girls…”

She giggled.

“I think I’ve figured out what I’ve been missing in my art.” She said. “A real romance of my own. Could you help me with that… sir?”

“I thought we were already well on our way.”

We sat up on the roof that night, watching the stars and chatting. Alisa knew quite a bit about stars, specifically the shapes that the constellations were supposed to make, and was busy pointing them out to me when Scarlet joined us.

“G-good evening.” Scarlet said, yawning. “Sorry… I was really tired.”

“No worries.” I told her, as she sat down on my other side. “Feeling better?”

“As much as I am able.” Scarlet admitted, a little grudgingly. She looked down at Alisa. “Oh, hello.” She said. “Is that supposed to be a constellation?”

We spent another hour or so teaching Scarlet about the stars before my eyes started to droop. I told the girls that I was turning in, and both of them wished me a good night. Scarlet let herself out, and Alisa returned to her room.

I fell asleep myself immediately, and when I awoke I immediately began work on my next book. I had barely gotten started when a knock came at my door.

“Breakfast?” Alisa said hopefully, as she poked her head in.

I made her some pancakes and bacon as she chatted happily with me about her original project. We were busy discussing our favorite artists when, out of the blue, she asked me why I hadn’t kissed her yet.

“Why?” I asked. “Because we’ve just met.”

“But we’re dating now.”

“That isn’t how it works.”

“How does it work, then?”

“Not like that.”

She pouted, and I was charmed by how cute she was.

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Well.” I said. “There’s a time and a place for everything. Like, if I had kissed you when we first met… that wouldn’t have the same impact that the ideal time would have, you know?”

“You don’t know that.” Alisa said immediately. “Maybe the time and place was then.”

“I didn’t think so.” I told her. “I think that time will be in the future.”

She leaned in closer to me. “Like now?”

I shook my head, smiling. “No. You’re too aggressive.”

She pouted. “You kissed Scarlet.”

“To pose for a painting. That wasn’t the same.”

“Well, let’s say we’re posing then. Scarlet can paint us this time.”

“I don’t think Scarlet can paint.”

“We’ll find someone else.” She said. “Another girl.”

“Why are you so eager to be kissed, anyway?” I asked. “Have you never been kissed before?”

“I have, but only other girls.” She said. “And only really to try it.”

I wondered, not for the first time, what her background was like. She seemed to have very few social skills outside of talking about her own art. All of her statements simply raised more questions.

“We should go out and do something together.” I told her. “How does the Zoo sound?”

Her face brightened.

“Oh, I’ve never gone!” She said. “I’ve never been able to afford it.”

I bit my tongue at this comment… I had to remind myself that the day before she had literally been homeless. But soon enough we had left the house, hand in hand, chatting happily. It had been a while since I had been with a Japanese girl, and I found myself relishing her tiny, cute hands and delicate features.

We spent a lovely day at the zoo. We had ice cream and Alisa spent way too long drawing animals. She seemed to particularly like monkeys.

“They’re so much like people, aren’t they?” She said happily, as a group of monkeys raced in front of us. “They play games, they have a social circle, they can use tools…”

“They can paint.” I added, as one grabbed a stick and began drawing in the dirt. She giggled, and punched me in the arm.

I had my arm around her by the time the sun had set.

“Oh, I had a lovely time.” Alisa said happily. “Am I in love?”

We glanced at each other and laughed.

“Love is a strong word.” I said. “Let’s say we like each other.”

She stood on her tip toes. “Like me enough to kiss me?”

I rolled my eyes, leaned in, and kissed her. She was so small I had to awkwardly stoop down to do it, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and I ended up lifting her off the ground.

“Whoo!” She said in surprise, as I spun her around. “It is love!”

I don’t think I had ever seen any girl so happy.