My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 324: Taboo Multiplier Lv2

Not because surprise was still possible—his emotional palette had long ago frozen into a narrow, metallic strip oscillating only between detached mechanical notice and aggressive arctic indifference—but because the machinery itself was exquisite.

Precise. Inevitable.

A multiplier nourished exclusively by taboo actions and encounters. Swollen by every coupling polite society had already condemned and deemed immoral.

The System recalibrating live, reshaping its incentives to echo his deepest reflex: the quiet, surgical pleasure of seizing what had been declared off-limits, the patient dissolution of other men’s illusions of security.

Like a game engine that had silently analyzed its player’s playstyle—stealth kills, backstabs, silent takedowns—and begun spawning poisoned daggers and shadow-cloaks tailored exactly to that build.

Only here the daggers were seduction vectors, and the silent kills were marriages bleeding out in rooms no one ever entered. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

How does this function? Phei thought, the question arriving with the same flat, procedural curiosity one might bring to checking departure times. How do you define "significant status"? How do you measure "inappropriate and immoral"?

The System replied instantly—gold text igniting behind closed lids like a helpful customer service representative who’d been waiting for exactly this query:

[Significant status is determined by several factors, but primarily by the woman’s connection to established power structures within society. This includes, but is not limited to:

Wives of influential patriarchs, legacy heads, or ruling figures.

Fiancées of politically dominant, financially untouchable, or strategically vital men.

Virgins and princesses/ daughters preserved and guarded for high-value political/alliancial marriages.

Women who personally hold positions of direct authority or command.

Any target whose seduction, if exposed, would generate meaningful social, political, economic, or reputational shockwaves

[The larger the potential cascade of fallout, the higher the assigned status value.]

Made sense. Cold, clinical, utterly sociopathic sense—but sense nonetheless. The System wasn’t judging. The System was just measuring. Quantifying the wreckage potential of each liaison like an insurance adjuster calculating flood damage.

Soullessly consistent.

And "inappropriate"? Phei pressed.

[Inappropriate conquests are those that directly challenge established social norms, power structures, or personal relationships. The System evaluates this based on:

Relational proximity to another male (marriage > long-term exclusive partnership > formal engagement > casual or open dating)

The power and influence of the spurned partner - The public nature of the relationship (high-profile relationships yield greater rewards) - The societal taboo element (family members of rivals, women promised to others, etc.)

[Calibration examples:

[For example: seducing the wife of a local businessman might grant a 0.5% bonus, while seducing the fiancée of a political figure could grant a full 1% bonus. The wife of Paradise’s most powerful Legacy patriarch—should such a conquest occur—would naturally yield maximum rewards.]

The left corner of Phei’s mouth executed the faintest twitch—there and annihilated in under a heartbeat, too brief to qualify as a smile, as though even his facial nerves had received strict rationing orders.

Should such a conquest occur. Past tense, System. Past tense.

The scaling, he thought. Detail the application of increases.

[All seduction-adjacent abilities receive a flat percentage uplift in baseline potency per accrued bonus point.

At current +4% (Maddi, Sierra, Melissa, Ashford Madam.

Goddess Fall Touch → 4% more devastating; lightest contact now fractures divine restraint faster, deeper, more irreversibly making your touch even more overwhelming to women

Compelling Gaze → 4% more hypnotic; resistance thresholds lowered by 4%, thoughts scatter 4% more violently

Natural Born Cuckolder trait → 4% stronger; women prioritize Host over partners 4% more decisively and irrevocably

Cuckolding Stole amplification effect → increased by 4%, cascading proportionally across every charisma/seduction vector it augments All remaining seduction, sexual-influence, and charisma-proximate abilities receive equivalent scaling

[Individual increments appear trivial. Compounded across successive high-status conquests, however, the progression becomes exponential. Each new forbidden woman accelerates the acquisition of the next, forging a self-perpetuating spiral of gravitational inevitability.]

Exponential growth. The magic words of any progression system; Start small, stay consistent, watch the numbers climb until you’re breaking the game’s difficulty curve over your knee like dry kindling.

Currently locked at +4%.

Four percent more ruinous touch. Four percent more inescapable stare. Four percent higher probability that any woman—any—would erase her vows from memory the instant his scent reached her.

Small numbers. Almost laughable.

But Phei had read enough manga, played enough games, understood enough about compound interest to know what those small numbers became over time. Each conquest feeding the next, each betrayal making the subsequent betrayal easier, each broken man’s wife paving the way for the next broken man’s wife.

A spiral. An upward spiral of irresistible seduction that no woman could hope to escape once she’d stepped onto its first rung.

Non-seduction abilities? he asked.

[Only abilities explicitly tied to seduction, charisma, sexual dominance, relational manipulation, or erotic influence are modified by the Taboo Multiplier. Combat, elemental, spatial, arcane, or unrelated power sets remain unaffected unless future patches explicitly cross-link them.]

Fair enough. The System had its lanes. Seduction powers got boosted by seduction conquests. Combat powers—when he eventually unlocked those—would probably get boosted by combat achievements.

Specialization. Build identity.

Standard RPG mechanics applied to the art of homewrecking.

Phei allowed his eyelids to drift shut once more, letting the entire cascade settle inside the frost-armored vault of his mind.

The Perfect Addiction. Compelling Gaze. Taboo Multiplier. Goddess Fall Touch. Natural Born Cuckolder. The Cuckolding Stole thrumming softly against his throat like a predator sated but still watchful.

Synergies interlocking in real time with his other abilities. Passives feeding actives feeding passives. A precision instrument engineered for one merciless purpose: wiping every prior man from a woman’s memory the instant she entered his orbit.

No pride stirred. No dark ecstasy. No whisper of moral vertigo.

Only the calm, surgical inventory of new tools now slotted into his arsenal—tools the System had rewarded him for deploying precisely as he always had: seizing what was never offered, savoring the quiet implosion of other men’s certainties, regarding every red line as a velvet rope begging to be stepped over.

In some parallel narrative—some softer, more conventional tale—this would have been the fulcrum Chapter.

The protagonist’s long stare into the mirror of his own ascent, the recoil, the anguished question: Am I the monster now?

The wrestling match with the ethics of desire turned weapon of apocalyptic seduction.

Phei opened his void-black eyes more.

Stared upward at the ceiling where frost had begun tracing delicate, lethal filigree across the plaster like the signature of something far older than he.

Next, he thought.