My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 824: Camaraderie Forged by the Same Cock

Left behind by the dragon, Roxanne blushed.

The warmth spread across her cheeks before she could stop it — Melissa had tucked both feet under herself on the couch, settled into a cross-legged position like a queen taking her throne, and turned to stare straight at Roxanne with pure, hungry curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

That impossible, breathtaking face: the sharp jawline, the deep wine-red lips, the cheekbones so perfect they looked like they had been carved by someone who got tired of math and started sculpting beauty instead.

When had Melissa become even more stunning than before?

Everyone already knew that after the Ashford Madam, very few women in Paradise could even come close to matching Melissa.

But now, really looking at her without all the past clouding her vision, Roxanne saw something new.

Melissa’s skin practically glowed. Her eyes held a deeper, richer light as if not enough, every curve of her body looked softer, fuller, more alive — like someone had taken an already perfect painting and added a fresh layer that made the colors shine brighter than ever.

Even sitting there in a simple robe, Melissa looked incredible.

The soft fabric she had changed into had slipped slightly open, showing the elegant line of her neck, the full swell of her breasts, and the smooth skin of her thighs. She carried that satisfied, well-fucked glow that only came from being thoroughly claimed by Phei.

Roxanne would know, after all, she had the same glow.

What in the world was the young dragon feeding his aunt?

’Certainly not just his cock... maybe just his cock and seed.’

Roxanne didn’t know. But whatever it was, she wanted some for herself. Soon.

Would Melissa eventually reach the same level as the Ashford Madam? The idea seemed crazy... but after seeing this, Roxanne wasn’t so sure it was impossible.

Melissa’s chin tilted just so, and that dangerous, playful glint appeared in her eyes. Roxanne knew exactly what was coming. The air in the room had changed as Melissa had shifted into full gossip mode.

"So?" Melissa leaned forward, eyes narrowing with delighted curiosity. "Tell me everything! How did all this happen — Phei fucking you and everything! I want every single detail. Don’t leave anything out!"

*

This was the longest Roxanne had ever actually talked with any of the Legacy wives in twenty years.

For two decades they had moved in the same rich circles — the same parties, the same charity events, the same Orchid House gatherings, the same boring lunches where everyone drank wine at eleven in the morning.

But they had never just... talked like real people without hidden plans or careful words.

But Melissa wasn’t really a Legacy wife anymore. And neither was Roxanne. And somehow, that made everything different.

They had laughed until Roxanne’s head hurt. Until her cheeks ached and her stomach felt like it was going to file a complaint about all the laughing.

’It feels so good. So free. So... liberating.’

Was it because they had spent ten years hating each other and were now suddenly on the same side? Or was this kind of friendship always this powerful when two women who used to be enemies finally understood each other... and fucked the same dragon?

Either way, it felt like they had turned years of poison into something warm and real.

Coming clean about everything had healed old wounds.

Melissa, just like Phei, didn’t hold grudges when she learned the truth — when she understood that Roxanne had protected her daughter the only way she could. Melissa got it. She respected it.

’We just... clicked.’

And soon, Roxanne found herself even more comfortable resting her head in Melissa’s lap.

The Ryujin Tiamat princess’s fingers moved gently through Roxanne’s dark honey-colored hair, slow and soothing. If it wasn’t romantic, then it was comforting; like a big sister’s.

Roxanne hadn’t felt anything like this since her own mother. She had never really had friends in Paradise — only allies, enemies, and people pretending to be nice.

But this?

’This easy, honest closeness feels like heaven.’

She didn’t want it to end.

Melissa suddenly reached for her phone.

The screen lit up with cold blue light in the warm, dim room. Roxanne looked up from Melissa’s soft thighs and blinked in surprise. It was a huge Samsung Z Fold 7 and when unfolded; it looked more like a small TV than a phone.

Melissa tapped the screen; a video call started ringing on speaker.

Who was she—

The other person picked up immediately.

"MEL! I MISSED YOU!"

The loud squeal burst out of the speaker like the woman had been saving it up for days. Roxanne recognized the voice right away.

It was Adriana — one of the loudest, most dramatic women among Main Paradise wives.

Melissa covered one ear, closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly, clearly used to this kind of greeting but still never fully prepared for it.

The woman on the screen noticed.

"Oh my gods — was I too loud? I was too loud, wasn’t I? Oh my gods —"

Melissa opened her eyes, lowered her hand, and gave a small smile despite everything:

"A little."

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry — it’s just — Mel, I’m so excited you’re finally answering! Do you have any idea how many times I’ve called? How many texts? I’ve been trying to reach you for a whole week and you just disappeared! Radio silence!"

"I’ve been seeing them, Adriana," Melissa said calmly.

Adriana’s voice shot up another octave. "You’ve been seeing them?! You cold-hearted, gorgeous, heartless — Mel, I’ve been dying to talk to my best friend and you’ve just been ignoring me like some kind of —"

"I’ve been occupied."

"Occupied! She says occupied! Like she’s a bathroom stall!"

Melissa’s lips curved into a wicked little smile as she glanced down at Roxanne still resting in her lap.

The night was clearly far from over.

Roxanne observed from the sidelines with a smile she couldn’t suppress. She watched the old bond between Melissa and Adriana unspool through the screen like a thread that had never actually been cut, only temporarily misplaced.

Melissa’s fingers continued their gentle passage through Roxanne’s hair even as she bickered with the woman on the phone.

The dual attention felt as effortless as breathing.