Day 134 Post-Impact
Meera found him in the gardens the next morning.
She moved through the cultivated rows with the easy grace of a woman who had commanded boardrooms and negotiated million-dollar deals. Even in the post-apocalyptic settlement, wearing practical clothes instead of her usual power suits, she carried herself like someone who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
"Sarnav." Her voice was warm, measured. "Do you have a moment? I think it's time we had a proper conversation."
He had been expecting this. "Of course, Aunty Meera."
"Please." She smiled, something knowing in her dark eyes. "Just Meera. 'Aunty' feels strange given what I'm about to say."
They walked deeper into the gardens, away from the main paths where others might overhear. Nisha's nature magic had transformed this area into something beautiful - flowering trees, fragrant bushes, a small stream that hadn't existed before the Impact. It was private. Peaceful. The perfect place for uncomfortable truths.
"I've been watching you," Meera said without preamble. "For ten days while you were gone, and the three days since you returned. I've watched how you interact with your wives. How they look at you. How you look at them." She paused, choosing her next words carefully. "How you look at your mother."
Sarnav's steps faltered. "Meera-"
"Don't." She held up a hand. "Don't deny it. Don't deflect. I've known Mythili for over twenty years. I was there when she met your father. I was there when she had you. I was there when..." She took a breath. "I was there when I first noticed something changing between you two."
"What exactly do you think you noticed?"
"Everything." Meera stopped walking, turning to face him directly. Her 36DD chest rose and fell with measured breaths, her elegant features composed but intent. "I noticed when you were eighteen and she started looking at you differently. Not just as a son. As a man. I noticed how she would touch your arm and then pull away too quickly, as if burned. I noticed how you would watch her when you thought no one was paying attention."
His heart was pounding. This was dangerous territory. This was-
"I noticed," Meera continued, "because I was watching for it. Because some part of me found it... fascinating. Taboo. Arousing, if I'm being completely honest." Her eyes held his, unflinching. "I've had a lot of time to examine my own feelings about it. The divorce helped clarify things. When you're lying alone in bed at night, you start being honest about what actually excites you."
"Meera, I don't know what you expect me to say."
"I expect you to listen. And then I expect you to consider my proposition."
She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume - something sophisticated, probably hoarded from before the Impact.
"Your mother is terrified of her own feelings. She's buried them so deep that even she might not recognize them anymore. But I see them. Every time she looks at you, every time she watches you with your wives, every time she excuses herself because she can't handle what she's feeling." Meera's voice dropped. "She needs help. She needs someone to show her it's okay. Someone who understands the appeal of... unconventional arrangements."
"And you're offering to be that someone?"
"I'm offering to be many things." Meera's hand came up to rest on his chest, warm through his shirt. "I'm offering to be a bridge. To help Mythili understand that what she feels isn't monstrous or wrong. I'm offering to be an ally, someone who can navigate the complicated emotions involved." Her fingers curled slightly into the fabric. "And yes, I'm offering myself. I want to join your harem, Sarnav. I want to be one of your wives."
The directness of it took his breath away. "You're my mother's best friend."
"I'm a forty-one-year-old divorced woman who hasn't been properly fucked in three years." Her composure cracked slightly, something raw showing through. "I'm someone who has spent decades being proper and appropriate and doing what was expected. The world ended, Sarnav. The rules ended with it. I want to feel alive again. I want to feel desired. And I want to help my best friend admit what she's been hiding from herself for years."
"What makes you think I'd even-"
"Eleven wives." She smiled. "Eleven beautiful women who adore you. I've seen how you treat them. With respect, with passion, with genuine care. You're not just collecting bodies - you're building something. A family. A network of love and support." Her hand pressed more firmly against his chest. "I want to be part of that. And I can offer things the others can't. Experience. Connections. The trust of a woman you'll never win without help."
She meant Mythili. Of course she meant Mythili.
"I need to think about this."
"Of course." Meera stepped back, composure restored as if it had never wavered. "I'm not asking for an answer today. I'm asking you to consider it. Consider what I'm offering. Consider what we could build together - all of us." She turned to leave, then paused. "Oh, and Sarnav? Don't tell Mythili about this conversation. Not yet. When she's ready to hear certain things, I'll know. Trust me on that."
She walked away, leaving him standing among flowers that suddenly felt too bright, too fragrant, too alive.
He walked through Harmony for an hour, processing.
Meera knew. She'd known for years. And instead of being disgusted, instead of condemning him or his mother, she found it... arousing. Wanted to enable it. Wanted to join the harem specifically so she could help bridge the impossible gap between mother and son.
It was manipulative. It was calculating. It was exactly the kind of strategic thinking a successful businesswoman would apply to personal relationships.
And he couldn't entirely dismiss it.
Sana found him on the observation deck as afternoon faded toward evening.
"Anata." Her voice was gentle, her warm brown eyes full of concern. "I felt you through the bond. You've been troubled all day. What happened?"
"Complicated things."
"Tell me?"
He considered lying, deflecting. But this was Sana - his main wife, his emotional anchor, the woman who had given him her virginity and her complete trust. She deserved better than lies.
"Meera approached me. She wants to join the harem."
Sana's eyes widened, but she didn't seem shocked. "I wondered. She's been watching you very intensely." A small smile. "Watching all of us, really. Learning how we work."
"You're not surprised?"
"Sarnav." She stepped closer, her soft curves pressing against him. "I've seen how she looks at you. How she positions herself to observe. A woman knows when another woman is interested." Her hand found his cheek. "The question is: how do you feel about it?"
"Conflicted."
"Because of her connection to your mother?"
He nodded, not trusting his voice.
"Then let me help you stop thinking for a while." Sana's lips brushed his jaw. "Let me remind you that whatever complications tomorrow brings, tonight you have me. You have us. You're not alone in any of this."
"Sana..."
"Shh." She took his hand and led him toward her quarters. "No more words. Just feeling."
Sana's room was warm, soft, decorated with touches of Japan she'd salvaged from the old world - a folding screen, paper lanterns, silk cushions. She lit candles as the sun set, casting everything in golden light that made her look almost ethereal.
"I've missed you so much," she whispered, pulling him down onto her bed. "Sixteen days. I've been counting every one."
"I'm sorry. The expedition-"
"I know. I understand." She silenced him with a kiss, sweet and deep. "But I need you now, anata. I need to feel you. I need to be reminded that I'm yours."
She undressed slowly, revealing her body piece by piece. Sana wasn't aggressive like Elena or competitive like Jiyeon. She was soft, inviting, her 34E breasts heavy and perfect as they spilled free from her bra. Her nipples were already hard - they'd always been sensitive, one of her most erotic features.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
"Touch me." She guided his hands to her breasts, gasping as his fingers made contact. "Sarnav-kun, touch me please, I've needed this so badly..."
He cupped her breasts, feeling their weight, thumbing her nipples. She moaned immediately, her back arching, holy light flickering around her in response to her arousal.
"Kimochi..." she whimpered. "So good... my nipples are so sensitive, you know that, you know what it does to me..."
He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She cried out, her hands flying to his hair, her whole body trembling.
"Yes! Motto, motto! More, please, I'm already so close just from this!"
He worked both nipples, alternating between them, using mouth and fingers to drive her higher. Her holy light grew brighter, pulsing with her heartbeat, and she writhed beneath him making the most beautiful sounds.
"I'm going to- just from my breasts- Sarnav-kun, I'm going to cum just from my breasts!"
She shattered with a cry of "Iku!", her body convulsing, holy light exploding outward in a warm wave. He'd barely touched her below the waist and she'd already orgasmed - that was Sana, that was her incredible sensitivity, and it never failed to amaze him.
"Inside me," she gasped before she'd even finished coming. "Please, I need you inside me now!"
He shed his clothes and positioned himself at her entrance. She was dripping wet, her arousal coating his cock as he pressed forward. When he pushed inside, she screamed.
"Yes! Finally! I've missed this so much, missed feeling you fill me completely!"
He made love to her with deep, steady strokes, watching her face contort with pleasure. She was so expressive, every emotion visible in her warm brown eyes - love, desire, overwhelming sensation, vulnerability, trust. Her 34E breasts bounced with each thrust, and he couldn't resist bending to suck her nipples again even as he fucked her.
"Too much! Kimochi ii! I'm too sensitive after cumming, you're going to break me, I'm going to cum again!"
"That's the idea."
"Anata!" She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist. "You're so deep inside me, I can feel every inch, I can feel your heartbeat through your cock!"
He drove harder, faster, hitting the spot inside her that made her scream. Her holy light was blazing now, golden warmth surrounding them both, and he could feel her power resonating with his own through the bond.
"I'm going to cum! Anata, I'm going to cum so hard! Suki!" she cried out, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. "Suki, anata! I love you! I love you so much it hurts!"
Her second orgasm triggered his own. He buried himself deep and came, filling her with warmth while holy light blazed around them both like a small sun. For a moment, they were the only two people in the world - just sensation, just love, just the perfect connection of two bodies and two souls. She held him through it, her legs wrapped around his waist, her tears of joy mixing with the sweat on her cheeks.
"I love you," she whispered afterward, glowing softly. "Whatever you decide about Meera, whatever complications come, I love you. We all do."
"I know." He kissed her forehead. "That's what makes it complicated."
"Complicated isn't bad. Complicated means there's something worth figuring out."
[HARMONY POINTS: +900][BOND WITH MIURA SANA: DEEPENED][MIURA SANA: B- → B ADVANCEMENT][HOLY LIGHT: ENHANCED - EMOTIONAL AMPLIFICATION]
Later that night, his mind finally quiet, Sarnav made his decision.
Tomorrow, he would tell Meera yes. He would give her a chance to prove her intentions. If she was manipulating him, he would know through the bond once they were connected. If she was genuine...
If she was genuine, then Wife #12 would be his mother's best friend. And the path to something impossible might finally start to open.
The mother's friends had only just begun their work.
[DAY 134]
[SARNAV: S-RANK (HARMONY SOVEREIGN - FIRST STAGE)][PROGRESS TO SECOND STAGE: 76%]
[WIFE CULTIVATION STATUS][1. NISHA - B- | 2. ISHANI - C+ | 3. ANANYA - C+][4. MINJI - C | 5. JADE - B- | 6. SANA - B][7. JIYEON - B- | 8. SERENA - B- | 9. ZARA - B-][10. ELENA - S | 11. YUKI - C-]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE: 1,398 SURVIVORS | 3 SECTORS][SEAL INTEGRITY: 96.2% - STABLE]
[MEERA RYAN: PROPOSITION ACCEPTED][BONDING: TOMORROW]
[WIVES BONDED: 11/32]