Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

Ryan narrowed his eyes at her in surprise. 'She's like me?!'

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ryan tried denying it, but even he knew he was lying through his teeth.

Stacy looked into his eyes and started to cry. "I didn't live long on Earth, only 14 years. I died, and so did my parents..." Her voice broke off, and she began sobbing, causing tears to flow from her dark brown eyes and down her cheeks.

Ryan could feel the warmth of Stacy's body against him as she cried. He gently patted the top of her head with the palm of his hand as he rubbed the back of her head in a soothing motion.

'She must have been really sad,' he thought, unsure what else he should do now.

He felt close to this girl, a connection he hadn't noticed before but became evident once he recognized it.

She probably lived an even worse life than Ryan had if she died at 14 with her family.

Although Ryan died on Earth, he did so without pain or suffering, only the regret he felt over Aliza's death.

"B-But then I was born as a baby, and I came to this world and was adopted by mother Nancy."

"She's raised me with love and care just like my old mother used to," she said between her sobs.

Ryan didn't say anything and just kept stroking her hair as she continued telling him about her life's story as the seats began to fill.

Eventually, the seats to either side of them became occupied, and Ryan slowly dismissed the sound and illusion barriers as Stacy fell asleep in his arms.

A beautiful woman slowly walked onto the stage, and the lights started dimming in the stadium.

The crowd fell into a peaceful silence waiting for the event to begin.

When she was at the from of the stage she started speaking. "Greetings participants and spectators similar to our event 'Who's Got The Magic Touch!'"

The crowd burst into applause. Then, the announcer signaled to the guards at the side of the stage, waiting with the prisoners.

"The event will be held as follows. We have thirty-two participants," she said, pulling a piece of paper from her back pocket. "Each participant will get five minutes to show us their worth on a designated lady. Then, if they can successfully make them climax, they will move on to the next round."

Some murmurs spread through the crowd, asking if they were being too generous, but the announcer quickly gave a follow-up message.

"The slaves, as we'll be calling them, have been told that if they can resist cumming in the first round, they will be given more time off their sentence."

The crowd was much more excited at this news and began chatting fervently.

None of this mattered much to Ryan, as he was eager to see what the next rounds would have for him.

With his upgraded aura, he could probably make the girl cum by whispering dirty thoughts to her.

'That's not a bad idea,' Ryan thought, stroking Stacy's hair. 'This would give me a great place to test my limits without having one of my girls be a testing dummy.'

Although Ryan was sure any of his girls would volunteer in a second, he didn't like degrading his girls to such a degree.

Ryan had come to think of his harem members as future Queens and Princesses that would rule over his vast network of territories.

How would it look if a future Queen was treated as a test dummy for a sex skill?

At the very least, he didn't want to harm the girls' confidence.

Deciding this was the perfect opportunity to test his stuff, he licked his lips and refocused on the announcer, who was now on stage with the first participant and slave.

"Remember, all you have to do is make her cum," the announcer said.

She then motioned for the guards to bring over a rack of various devices that ranged from small vibrators, nipple clamps, clothing pins, and ice cubes to dildos the size of logs, whips with nails attached, and a branding iron.

The man nodded as he looked over the vast devices with lust.

The girl, tied naked to a giant X, started shaking at the sight of all the hideous devices on the table.

As the girl started to beg the man not to use those more extensive devices, the man got a devilish smile and said, "Do not worry, my dear. I'm here to give you pleasure."

The announcer looked at the man, who wore a sign reading 'Contestant #1' and asked, "Are you ready?"

The man licked his lips and nodded. "I am."

As soon as the timer started, the man went over to the table and got a blindfold and mouth gag, instantly making the girl tense up.

In his seat, Ryan was silently critiquing the man with a look of scorn on his face. 'He's being too forceful. She is obviously not into the heavy stuff. He should have gone with a more loving route.'

Ryan could tell the woman wasn't a lover of bondage as, first, she wasn't producing any fluid between her legs, and second, she looked as scared as a child on their way to the dentist.

The following act was hard to watch, making Ryan redder and angrier the longer he sat there.

The man obviously didn't know what he was doing and tried to use the biggest and most brutal devices thinking it would get the girl off.

'This man needs a lesson from Aliza. He is about as skilled in the art of pleasure as a 40-year-old virgin.'

But to the man's dismay and Ryan's expectation, the girl only continued to scream through her gag as the man penetrated her with various devices until the time limit was up.

"Stupid whore!" the man screamed as he was dragged off stage by the guards. "You can't cum when a real man gives you his attention? Pathetic!"

The man's words made Ryan clench his fist and harden the hand, stroking Stacy's hair, causing the girl to frown and awaken.

Yawning, Stacy rubbed her eyes as she looked up into the face of this mysterious man who seemingly came from Earth, just like she had.

"What did I miss?" Stacy asked, looking at Ryan's disgruntled face. "What's the matter?"

Ryan didn't say anything and just nodded to the stage.

Stacy scooted her butt, which was now firmly seated in Ryan's crotch, as she faced the stage. "Ah, looks like one of those appeared again."

"Those?" Ryan questioned.

"A man who only applied to this contest to inflict pain upon a female."

Seeing Ryan's look of confusion, Stacy patted Ryan's head. "You're a good man. But unlike you, some people desire to hurt others for the sake of hurting them."

Ryan chuckled. 'Am I a good man?'

Putting his righteousness aside, Ryan watched as person after the person failed to make the first girl climax.

Thankfully, the rest were much more skilled than the first and had tried to undo the damage the first participant had done but to no avail.

Ryan thought he might have a chance at seeing the first girl at this rate, even though he was participant number #22.

However, right before his turn, participant #21 finally made her cum with a brilliant combination of nipple tugging and a two-finger combo that made Ryan nod in approval.

"Participant number #22, if you'll please make your way to the stage," the announcer said after the stage was cleared of the blood, bodily fluids, and various other chemicals from the devices off the stage.