Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 40: Interactions With the Locals 18

"All men are so predictable. Even the ones who can swap one world for another. In the end, they just want the same thing... Women that can satisfy them."

The word snapped, sharp as a whip.

"Even you must realize this, my dear daughter. You have nothing a real woman cannot take."

Neve’s voice was a splinter, so tiny it almost vanished. "But Luck—he said—"

"He said what he needed to get you, darling," Alicia straightened to regard her stepdaughter with the benevolent scorn reserved for a bug.

"That’s what they do. They say all the sweet things you want to hear—until someone comes along and shows them real fun."

The wind had gone out of Neve entirely. She shrank, arms wrapped around her knees.

Luck’s fury reached it’s peak, clawing through his chest. He bucked hard, and his voice finally knifed through.

"Neve, it’s not true—she’s lying!."

It was the truth. That’s why he was willing to risk his life.

Alicia pressed down, her weight humping so exquisitely that every nerve in his manhood sizzled, shorting out the words before they could even form.

"Let her see you as you are. She must learn what happens to the weak. And the naive."

Alicia unfastened her robe with one flick of the wrist, and the fabric slid away. She wore nothing underneath.

Slowly, she took his trembling right hand and, with the patience of a veteran tutor, pressed his palm against her tits. His fingers splayed, involuntary, dwarfed by her warm breast.

"See?" She angled his chin, forcing him to look—really look—at how his hand vanished against her cleavage.

"A woman’s body is a weapon, more cunning than a blade. Even the bravest men fall to it. They always do."

Luck tried to wrench away but she gripped him harder, guiding his palm in slow, circular motions.

Her nipple, flushed at the tip, stiffened beneath his thumb. The sensation was both electric and humiliating, and for a heartbeat, he almost forgot to fight it.

She gripped Luck’s hand in both of hers now, pressing it deeper into her breast until he could feel the frantic drum of her heart beneath.

Neve watched, broken hearted.

"You see, my dear daughter?" Alicia’s voice was honey and venom. "He can’t even help himself. This is what a real woman feels like. Not a little girl like you."

Luck wrenched his head away, jaw clenched so tight the bones creaked.

"Stop it," he hissed. "You already won. Stop tormenting her already."

But she only smiled, and made mockery of his command.

She dragged his hand across her breast, then down the curve of her waist, as if branding him with her touch.

Every inch of her was a statement, and the statement was that Neve didn’t even exist in this equation. She was a footnote. A distraction.

Luck felt his own humiliation deepen, mirrored in Neve’s silent retreat. But he wasn’t doing this for lust—he was doing it for her.

He jerked his wrist, but the Queen’s grip was inhuman. Only when she chose to release him did his hand snap away.

Then—

crack!

A single, sharp sound echoed—not from stone nor bone but from a brittle shell.

In the pause, Neve’s face—so recently flooded with color—went utterly bloodless, lips blue, cheeks translucent.

Her hair, turned white platinum. Even her irises, once dark, flashed a glacial silver, ringed with crystalline fractures.

The temperature plummeted, turning breath to fog and dew to frost.

Even Alicia’s smug composure faltered as her own skin stippled with goosebumps.

The grass beneath them whitened, slick and cold.

Neve shadow doubled, tripled , then quadrupled, writhing out from her feet to sprawl in all directions, fractal and jagged as the veins of a frozen lake.

Alicia moved to stand but her knees nearly gave in; she looked down and saw frost crawling up her calves, making veins and capillaries in her pale skin.

Even Luck, trapped half beneath her—felt the creeping cold.

Alicia’s lips parted, but no sound came. Her throat clenched as frost laced around her collarbone, catching at her breath.

Her eyes turned toward Neve—no longer small, no longer the girl she dismissed.

"So, you finally show your true colors," Alicia smirk.

Purple flames erupted from her skin, swallowing the frost around her in waves of heat.

The grass hissed as ice turned to steam.

’A chance!’ Luck tried to escape, but her flames held him in place.

"Let go!" he shouted.

"She’ll kill you if you get close,"

He paused just long enough to hear the tremor in her voice.

"She’s not herself anymore. That girl is gone. What’s left is something colder than death. Touch her now, and you’ll turn to ice... then shatter into pieces."

Luck shook his head, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "She’s still in there. I know she is."

"Then go ahead. Go prove it with your life."

"I—" he hesitated, distracted as the system flooded his vision with pop-up windows.

[Warning – Very High Threat Entity]

[Warning – Very High Threat Entity]

[Warning – Very High Threat Entity]

Even Alicia was classified as only a high threat, so this was a surprising bad twist.

"I can save her... I have a way to do it."

"Young man, you’re more naive than I thought. I’ve known you were lying to me from the start about being strong—I just played along with your pathetic acting because I found you amusing."

"What did you do to her?" he asked through clenched teeth. He didn’t care about keeping up the act anymore.

"Nothing, that’s her real self, what you saw before was nothing but a shell . This is the true Neve.... The reincarnation of the Snow Princess that covered this world eons ago in ice, killing entire era of civilization"

Luck shook his head slowly, trying to force the words out of his ears. "That’s impossible... the Neve I know couldn’t even hurt an animal."

Alicia’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened.

"Suit yourself. But I can’t let you die. We signed that contract, remember? If anything happens to you, I’ll be in quite the dilemma."

She stepped forward, placing herself between them. "Don’t worry, young man. I’ll protect you."

Just as those words left her lips, the sky thundered again.

Purple sparks of lightning danced across the clouds, erratic and wild—like the heavens themselves were preparing for war.

"Snow Princess," she called out. "You might’ve been stronger than me at your peak—but now? You’re just a shadow of what you once were. I know you can barely control that power—you’re running on instinct alone. Against me, you’re nothing."

She raised her hand, power emitting through her fingers.

"Let me show you the strength of the strongest Witch!" she declared, her eyes blazing with confidence. "Vanish from my sight!"

CRACK!

A pillar of lightning slammed down, splitting the air with a roar that shook the earth. For a split second, Luck saw nothing—only white.

His ears rang. His skin prickled.

Then—

Silence.

He blinked the light away, vision struggling to refocus.

The ground where Neve stood was scorched black, but she was still there. Unharmed.

"Why?" she demanded, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Why did you betray me?"