Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 283: _Harem Sandwich

Elian’s POV

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"So no one feels like... Breaking the ice?" Lucian finally cleared his throat after what felt like aeons of silence between them.

At this point, Kyren already had a clear crystal glass of wine in his right hand, his other arm leaning lazily on the pool’s edge behind him.

"Right. Ice." Kyren twirled a finger, conjuring two ice cubes in his drink. "Thanks for the reminder, cousin."

Lucian glared. "You don’t have to do that all the time... You know?"

"Do what?"

"Calling me cousin."

"Tch... Why? Because it makes it easier to accept the idea of seeing me naked?"

While the two royals bantered, Elian was busy skimming through notification screens projected in front of him by the system...

[New system skills gotten after upgrade:]

A small smirk curled Elian’s lips at that. He mentally clicked on the option, watching that single screen unfurl into several.

[Omen Eye: A passive skill that activates anytime something or someone posing a threat to the host’s life is close. It gives you a two-second headstart before the threat strikes.]

Well, well, well...

[Relax, commando. You aren’t suddenly indestructible. If the attack or whatever isn’t fatal, the skill doesn’t activate—]

’Oh, don’t be a buzz kill. Think of the possibilities. This means I can’t be poisoned by something lethal.’

[Yes. But not much help against those mosquito bites, huh?]

’Haha... Funny.’

[Moving on to the next skill—System pocket space: A dimension outside normal space time with a radius of two hundred meters. Accessible only to the host. You can store items here and even go into it yourself via your consciousness.]

Elian’s eyes widened. ’Holy—’

[Finally, we’ve got the ’System possession’ skill. For thirty seconds during a battle or any task, I can possess the host, utilising my superior analytical skills to get us out of any sticky situation. You can’t, however, use this skill to cheat on completing a system mission.]

That last one made Elian’s heart skip a beat with excitement. But before he could react—

"Well, that’s surprising." Lucian’s voice brought him back to reality, forcing him to swipe the screens out of his vision.

Elian smiled cluelessly into those silver eyes, turning his head briefly to the Rogue king—who still had that calm, calculating look.

"What’s surprising?" Elian finally asked, arching a brow.

Lucian glanced at Kyren. "Well, I’m pretty sure we were arguing just now. And you said nothing about it. You just... Spaced out. As usual."

[At this rate, it’s going to be a matter of HOW he figures out your secret like a kid ripping gift wrappings.]

’You’re not helping!’

"Relax, Lucian." Kyren’s voice luckily cut through before Elian could spiral. "You know what we’ve been through today. Elian has every right to space out."

Elian smiled, swerving his head to Kyren. But when he did, he almost lost his footing on the pool’s slippery floor, breath hitching.

Because Kyren moved away from the opposite end of the pool, the waters rippling around him with a mesmerising glow that accentuated every muscle.

[Don’t get a nosebleed from staring too hard. Ouu, and speaking of hard...]

Elian’s head rang with alarms, legs jerking away from Lucian’s beside him. Heat—and not the one from the pool—spread through his core, his length hardening like a radar finding gold.

The gold being Kyren fucking Nochthane!

"Yeah..." Lucian mumbled when Kyren finally got to Elian’s left side, not giving him even an inch of space. "You’re right. We each went through... Hell today."

"Courtesy of my darling parents." Kyren sniggered, conveniently placing his free arm behind Elian’s back. The latter froze, trying to focus on his heartbeat while Kyren continued casually. "So many questions are still running through my mind. So many tricks they pulled that even I didn’t see coming."

"You... Left Garrick." Lucian said more than he asked. "Back in the Arcadian capital. Didn’t you?"

Little did these two know Elian was at his wits’ end trying to keep his body under control. He squeezed his legs together hard, keeping his fingers curled together under the water.

[Warning: The squeezing motion won’t be of much help in a situation like this. You know... Friction and—]

’You think I can’t feel that?!’ Elian gave a mental snarl. ’Gods, I’m not even in heat. How the fuck am I getting hard? In a steaming pool?’

[Aww, someone’s underestimating the power of a twink’s horniness. You’re producing enough of that to power a small town in Lunaria.]

’I fucking hate you...’

[Keep telling yourself that.]

"Yes," Kyren responded coolly to Lucian’s last question. "I did. As much as I’d have loved to hang the bastard’s head on a spike, the odds were... Way too thin. Not to mention.. " he turned to Elian now, squinting. "I still don’t know what Amara did to make Elian get hurt anytime she does."

The Rogue king maintained eye contact, crimson orbs flashing with that rare glint of worry. The one that always made Elian warm.

Lucian coughed after a few seconds. "Something tells me Arcadia isn’t going to hand Garrick over to us."

Kyren didn’t tear his eyes from Elian for even a moment. "Definitely," he took a sip from his wine, lips smacking with satisfaction—making Elian’s mind swirl. "Not with Amara still holding the reins of control. Councillor Morwen seemed sceptical before we left. But with what we’ve seen about my mother?"

He paused, dropping the glass on the pool’s smooth edge beside him. "... Even another transcendent core mage won’t be enough to snatch control."

A long silence stretched between them.

Elian’s toes curled, lips watering when he noticed Kyren’s scent. He tried shifting slightly away from him... But that ended with his shoulder brushing Lucian’s.

[Hehe... Gotta love a harem sandwich.]

His nostrils flared, eyes sealing as he raised his head to the ceiling.

’I will not lose control... I will not lose control... I—’

[You chose NOW to suddenly be a saint?]

’They’re cousins. And... And I’ve never done anything with both at once.’

[Yes... And?]

’So I don’t need to explain how monumentally awkward this is!’

[Of course, you don’t. Your little soldier downstairs is doing all the talking for you.]

He wanted to come up with an excuse to leave. Yes, he suggested the "chill time" in the first place. But he never imagined it would be anything like THIS. Like—

"Someone’s breathing is getting raspy," Kyren muttered, voice plain but raw with slyness at the edges. "Is the pool too hot for you, little flame?"

Elian’s eyes opened instantly, head shaking. "N–No. It’s not that. I—"

Words died at the tip of his tongue when a hand landed on his thigh. Infuriatingly close to his aching boner.

Kyren.

Elian’s breath caught, eyes darting between him and Lucian.

Both stared at him with a need he would’ve never seen coming a mile away.

[Lies we tell ourselves...]

"I..." Elian’s throat bobbed, neck snapping to Lucian.

The Alpha Prince’s eyes flicked from his to Kyren’s face before he sighed. "You... You guys feel it too. Right?"

Kyren’s fingers dug deeper into Elian’s thigh. He didn’t need to look back at him to feel the way his gaze burned into his skull.

"Feel..." Elian’s legs tightened harder. "... Feel what?"

Lucian didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The intensity in his eyes spoke loudly enough.

Instead, Kyren took the lead, "Since the mate bond activated, it’s always been us connected to you, little flame." His fingers inched even closer to his length. At this rate, the space between them should be mere millimetres. "It must be taxing. Sharing yourself between all three of us—including Garrick, sadly."

Simply remembering the fucked family bond between his three mates made him sick to the bones. So to add whatever this is to that?

"Now," Kyren’s lips leaned in, deliberately slow. "Imagine if, for one moment, you didn’t have to share your attention. One moment where we all bathe in our deepest desires... As one."

Lucian shifted. "That’s... That’s borderline incest."

"You and I don’t have to touch each other, Lucian," Kyren smirked like a devil striking a deal. A deliciously sinister, pleasure-dripping deal. "But Elian. Think about all the possibilities when you have two men pleasing you at once."

His lips grazed Elian’s ear, breath brimming with raw need. "... Being absolutely ruined by both. Just you and us." His fingers finally rubbed Elian’s shaft.

At that point, he felt like he was going to evaporate if the teasing didn’t stop. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

[Give in, you horny bottom. Don’t let me turn it into a mission—though, on second thought, you’d like that.]

Blinking erratically seemed to be the only thing keeping Elian’s control tied. Barely.

Until—

Kyren’s fingers caught his chin, guiding his head to face him. A breath. Their faces nearly touched, lips trembling with an ache both knew.

Staring into the Rogue king’s eyes had never been so tempting. Crimson had never felt so sinful.

And within seconds... Elian succumbed to that sin.

He broke the distance, lips crashing on Kyren’s in a kiss he didn’t know he desperately needed. The Rogue king’s fingers tightened around his jaw, keeping him still as if he would flee.

But it was too late. Elian had no desire to do that.

Soon, he felt Lucian’s palm wrapping slowly around his dick. Elian’s moan was almost a plea, limbs trembling as he pulled away from Kyren.

Turning to Lucian, he kissed him as well, while the Rogue king’s fingers found his nipples. The rush of arousal was explosive.

[And thus began the little fruitcake’s journey into full-blown debauchery... This should be fun.]

As the kiss with the Alpha Prince deepened, Elian knew—he was about to get wrecked in the best way possible.