The Psychopath's Harem



"Dad..." Ceilia's feeble voice reverberated in the quiet room, intertwining with the echoes of her own thoughts.

To her astonishment, Xia Tian abruptly spun around, his eyes meeting hers.

In that moment, disbelief coursed through her veins, for she had believed herself invisible and inaudible to others.

His outstretched hands held a peculiar allure, intensifying her astonishment. But what happened next shattered her into petrified stillness. 

"N-Not again..." Ceilia's voice trembled, barely escaping her quivering lips. Instead of reaching out to her, Xia Tian's hands moved towards Irene, standing just beside her, snatching the tiny baby into his embrace. 

As the realization sank in, Ceilia's question dribbled out in a final, haunting murmur, "Why?" And in that stark moment, her voice succumbed to eternal silence.

Even as the seventh chaos cycle approached its climactic end, the world remained unchanged. Yet, for her, it marked the beginning of something extraordinary.

Eighth, ninth, tenth... and the count went on until it reached an astonishing sixty-nine.

With each passing cycle, she bore witness to countless new universes, each one unfurling before her eyes with something distinct and beguiling.

But amidst this chaotic existence, her own life stagnated. It felt as if time itself had come to a halt.

Then, as the vibrant lights subsided, they gave way to an ominous, eternal darkness.

The transition didn't faze Ceilia; she chuckled to herself, unaffected by this disquieting shift.

Deep inside, however, she recognized the truth. This shroud of darkness signified the approach of her own demise.

That which she had glimpsed earlier now seemed naught more than a fleeting illusion conjured by her mind as death loomed near.

According to ancient accounts, time bends and slows for those teetering on the precipice of their mortal end.

Perhaps, she mused, she resided in the same realm, caught in the stillness between life and death.

With conviction, she accepted her own demise, convinced that she had traversed into the realm of the departed.

Although the long-awaited embrace of death never arrived for her, the surroundings once again bathed in a radiant light.

She found herself crouched on ground that had a trace of familiarity, yet seemed foreign and unrecognizable.

Through eyes dulled with confusion, she cast her gaze skyward and a sharp inhale escaped her lips, leaving her breathless with wonder. What on earth was happening?

Is she dead, or is she not?

Only when she summoned the courage to reach out and touch the robe enveloping Xia Tian's lifeless form, did a flicker of realization ignite within her. Could he actually be real?

With each passing moment, his grin stretched wider, slowly morphing from uncertainty into certainty.

The truth hit her like a thunderbolt, causing her to abruptly rise, her expression a mix of disbelief and astonishment.

"Ah?! You're... you're really real?" she stammered in disbelief.

"Am... am I actually dreaming!?" she muttered, her voice filled with astonishment.

She couldn't believe her senses, but Xia Tian's calm voice reverberated through her being, confirming his existence.

And not only that, he could see and hear her!

Frantically scanning her surroundings, her breath caught as she found herself transported back to where it all began.

It was the exact same landscape she had created, adorned with breathtaking cherry blossoms.

The beauty of it all flooded her mind, overwhelming her face with a cascade of emotions.

"It's... it's you!" she cried out in a mix of shock and joy, her hands tightly gripping his lower body.

Tears streamed down her face, inadvertently staining his clothes, as her emotions overflowed uncontrollably.

Xia Tian refrained from disturbing her for the next few minutes, allowing an eerie silence to envelop the room.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness, "You need to pay for my clothes," he added with a tone laced with subtle accusation.

Ceilia's face twisted in confusion, her brows furrowed as she tried to comprehend his words. After a moment of mental unraveling, her expression transformed into one of determination.

Tears of joy welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

With a voice filled with a mixture of relief and desperation, she fervently nodded, her words tumbling out, "I-I will! I would do anything to pay for it! Just please, don't ever leave me again."

Taking in a shuddering breath, Ceilia felt her consciousness anchor her back to reality, as if awakening from a hazy dream.

The world around her regained its clarity, sharply etching itself into her senses.

Meanwhile, Xia Tian's mind absorbed her words differently, his unique thought process dissecting every syllable.

While he comprehended that she didn't want him to leave, a morbid curiosity crept into his mind, contemplating the possibility of her perishing instead.

With a mind wired differently, Xia Tian always sought out flaws in people's words, identifying hidden meanings and untangling their intentions.

But as he observed the sight of Ceilia, her teary-eyed face contorted with raw emotions, a malevolent smirk teased the corners of his mouth.

Her despair seemed to ignite an inexplicable joy within him, filling him with an intoxicating rush of power.

A devious thought flickered through Xia Tian's mind as he entertained the idea of tormenting a bit, this newfound daughter of his, enjoying her suffering. Yet, in his twisted perspective, what does "bit" truly mean?

"Transform into your smaller form and continue crying," he commanded, causing Celina to startle, her body freezing along with her tears.

As he gazed at her tear-stained face, now devoid of any moisture, Xia Tian spoke with a dismissive tone, "Forget the crying part, just change your form."

Confusion furrowed Celina's brow, a large question mark hovering above her head.

However, without hesitation, she complied with his command, her body shifting and contorting until she resembled a fragile young girl, no older than 12 or 15 years old.

With her innocent face and tearless eyes, Xia Tian's lips curled into a satisfied smile, satisfaction radiating from his gaze.

"Now let's see how long you can endure," he muttered to himself, his interest ignited. He then retrieved both his and her clothes, as Celina stood there, allowing him to take out her dress.

Unconsciously, a faint blush tinted Celina's cheeks, a wave of shyness washing over her. 

Her behavior appeared mechanical, as if she was merely a puppet controlled by invisible strings.

It was undoubtedly the lingering effect of the torturous illusion she had endured, a twisted ordeal that had silenced her ability to communicate.

Before Celina knew it, Xia Tian's hand shot forward, seizing control of her face and firmly gripping her delicate scarlet lips.

!!

As Xia Tian's lips tenderly met hers, an electric shock seemed to course through Ceilia's body.

A surge of passion enveloped her, clouding her mind completely, rendering her oblivious to the evil grin adorning Xia Tian's face.

"Mmmhh~"

In an instant, Ceilia's petite frame leapt, instinctively wrapping around Xia Tian's neck. Their lips melded together in a fervent embrace, both lost in the intoxicating pleasure they found in each other.

Muffled groans escaped Ceilia's lips as she sucked on his lips, their intensity mirroring each other's desire. 

With every caress of his hands upon her smooth and supple skin, a fiery heat spread throughout her entire being.

The sensations overwhelmed her mind and body, igniting a long-suppressed desire that had been suppressed for years.

Her vision dimmed with every passing second, a haze of desire blurring her surroundings.

The repressed volcano of yearning finally erupted, unleashing an inferno of passion that consumed them both.

The breasts, although smaller, possessed a newfound intensity and velvety softness that surpassed even the most luxurious pillow in the world.

With a passionate gaze, he squeezed her petite breasts, his lips enveloping her neck in a hunger that set her ablaze.

"Ahnn~"

"Mmmm!"

A delicate flush spread across her porcelain skin as she succumbed to waves of blissful satisfaction, her small lips releasing contented sighs that mingled with the air.

A sweet and intoxicating scent wafted through the room, igniting their desires further as both became immersed in their own intoxicating passion.

Xia Tian's mouth closed in on her diminutive breasts, their contours fitting perfectly within his grasp as he bestowed upon them affectionate squeezes.

"Aahhdadddyyyy~"

"Mnnnnn~"

Ceilia, despite being accustomed to his roughness, found her small body hypersensitive to his touch. 

With each caress, her lips instinctively parted, releasing soft sighs that filled the air. 

Her nipple, a delicate combination of pale pink and white, stood erect and ready to be devoured by Xia Tuan. As he skillfully extended his tongue, teasing them lightly, Ceilia's mind became consumed by him, causing her to moan in delight. 

His tongue coiled around her nipple, creating an intense suction and a swirl of pleasure. 

Overwhelmed with sensation, Ceilia's legs trembled uncontrollably, repeatedly colliding with Xia Tian as she struggled to contain her emotional impulses.

....

With a misty layer covering her eyes, she seized his head and drew it nearer to her nipple using her delicate, slender hands.

"Suck it, daddyyyy~" she purred seductively, her voice an intoxicating blend of cute and seductive.

Xia Tian sank his teeth into her lip, his surprise mounting as he discovered she was still producing breast milk.

"Mmnnghh~" Ceilia bit down on her scarlet lips, feeling her milk being eagerly drawn from the tiny milk ducts on her nipples.

An incredibly tantalizing sweetness flooded Xia Tian's mouth as he greedily sucked on the milky offering, his intensity matching the taste.

*Gulp...*

Ceilia's slight frame writhed and contorted under the relentless assault of Xia Tian's sucking.

She was caught off guard by him.

Despite the surprise, she didn't attempt to halt him; rather, she gritted her teeth and clung tightly to his back, determined to endure the sensation.