Making My Dream Harem In Another World

As the evening sun began to dip below the horizon, its warm golden hues painted the sky in a breathtaking display.

He was still covered in sweat from the Yin-Yang exercise, his body now slowly steadying after the intense process of detoxifying her.

Freya, who lay unconscious beside him, completely naked, covered in sweat.

Looking at Freya, he couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty, even in this vulnerable state.

Her features were strong and defined, and despite the ordeal she had been through, there was a sense of tranquility on her face as if she were simply sleeping peacefully.

“She’s so beautiful,” Frank muttered as he looked at her from head to toe, admiring her beauty.

“I hope she doesn’t catch a cold,” Frank mumbled to himself, his concern for her well-being evident in his voice.

He knew that being exposed to the evening chill without proper clothing could be dangerous, especially after her body had gone through such a traumatic experience.

Carefully, he began to dress her, his movements gentle as if handling something fragile.

Frank took off his shirt and carefully draped it over her, covering her with some semblance of warmth and protection.

“It’s not much, but it should help,” he whispered, tucking the edges of the shirt around her body.

He then sat beside her, his weariness making him want to lie down and rest.

“Huff… It was quite exhausting.”

After a few hours, the night had taken over the sun as Freya opened her eyes, her body feeling strangely relaxed.

“Umm…” Freya let out a soft groan as she stretched her limbs, feeling surprisingly refreshed after her deep sleep.

It had been quite a while since she had slept so soundly, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she ended up in this situation.

Her memory started to come back in fragments, and she recalled the events that led to her current state.

The poison that had weakened her, and then…Frank.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she recalled the last thing before falling unconscious—Frank undressing her and…

In her groggy state, she couldn’t help but misunderstand the situation.

“Did… Did he…” she stammered, her cheeks growing even redder. ‘It was my first time.’

Her mind raced with embarrassment as she tried to piece together what had happened.

The memory of Frank’s caring and gentle touch filled her thoughts, making her heart flutter for a moment.

As she looked around, she found Frank sitting beside her, gazing at the campfire with a thoughtful expression.

Frank turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise as he noticed Freya was awake. “Oh, you’re awake. How do you feel?” he asked, concerned.

“I…I feel better,” she replied, her cheeks still flushed. “Thank you for helping me.” Her words carried a mixture of gratitude and shyness.

Frank smiled warmly. “It was nothing. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

‘If… if it’s him, then it’s okay. Although he’s a Fifth Rank Warrior, he’s quite skilled and he’s also handsome, not to mention his caring nature.’

Freya’s cheeks further reden thinking about their…

Frank leaned closer to Freya, misinterpreting her expression as a sign of discomfort or pain.

“Are you feeling any pain?” he asked gently, placing his hands on her head as if to check for a fever.

Freya’s eyes widened at the unexpected touch, and her cheeks turned even redder.

Frank’s touch had caught her off guard.

“N-no, I’m fine,” she managed to reply, her voice slightly shaky.

“How did this all happen to you?”

Frank had wanted to ask about her state from earlier but she was unconscious.

Her embarrassed expression changed to a gloomy one.

Freya took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she began to speak. “I come from the Moonfire Clan,” Freya began, her voice tinged with both sadness and resilience. “We are a proud and skilled tribe, known for our strong warriors and our deep connection with nature.”

“As the daughter of the tribe leader and the heir to the leadership, I grew up surrounded by expectations and admiration from my fellow tribesmen,” she continued, her gaze distant as she recalled her past. “From a young age, I displayed great talent in combat and leadership, and many of the tribe’s men sought my favour.”

“However, I never felt the same attraction towards them, and I refused their advances,” Freya explained, her expression firm. “It wasn’t out of arrogance, but rather because I wanted to choose a partner whom I truly cared for, not someone forced upon me by societal norms.”

“One day, Gusko, the son of my father’s loyal friend and a skilled warrior in our tribe, confessed his feelings for me,” Freya recounted, a hint of pain in her voice. “I turned him down gently, hoping he would understand my choice.”

“But he didn’t take it well,” she continued, her voice growing softer. “Filled with hurt and resentment, he concocted a plan to punish me for my rejection.”

“While we were out hunting together, he slipped a poisonous substance into my drink,” Freya revealed, her eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and sadness. “As the poison took effect, I felt my strength wane, and he was about to rape me but the Moo Fang monster came and scared him away. Luckily he didn’t shoot me. But after that, I was caught by those smugglers.”

Frank listened intently to Freya’s story, his heart filled with a mix of sympathy and anger for what she had endured.

“Then what’s your next step,” Frank asked her.

“My next step? I want to tear that bastard into pieces.” Freya said, anger flickering in her eyes.

“Then let me help you in your revenge,” Frank replied.

“But you’re only a Fifth Rank-“

“Trust me I am stronger than I look.”

Freya was a little worried as Frank was a Fifth Rank warrior but she could not deny that he was skilled.

It’s been two weeks since I started travelling with Freya and during that time, I have acquired quite a bit of information on her.

So first of all, her father was the leader of their tribe but eight years ago he passed away under mysterious circumstances.

Although, Freya was supposed to be the next leader of their tribe. However, At that time, Freya was still young and inexperienced, and she lacked the strength and skills needed to lead the tribe effectively.

And so her uncle took over the position of the tribe leader until Freya could prove herself worthy.

During those years, Freya worked tirelessly to improve herself.

She trained rigorously, honing her combat abilities, and sought guidance from the tribe’s elders to develop her leadership skills.

She was determined to become a leader that her father would have been proud of, and she wanted to earn the respect of her people.

Over time, her skills as a warrior grew, and her wisdom as a potential leader started to shine through.

The tribe members noticed her progress and admired her for the efforts she put into her training.

There was only one last thing for her to become the tribe’s leader. She had to do a ritual but with a male partner.

But it could not be just anyone. The partner she had to do the ritual with will be with her for lifelong and the tribe’s men started trying to impress her and one of them was Gusko.

But unlike others, he was quite skilled. He was a perfect partner for her but he was filled with arrogance and was full of pride and that’s why she rejected him and that led to her current state.

And did I mention he was the son of the current acting leader?

Although, She hated Gusko from the core of her heart, she still had a lot of respect for her uncle.

As he has cherished her more than his own son from childhood. He was also a close and loyal friend of her father.

But the story was from her side and from what I understand, her uncle and Gusko were together in the act.

Even though I am not 100℅ sure but I have read a lot of novels and comics to know where it’s going.

As it would be impossible for Gusko to acquire the poison without external help and there comes her/his uncle/father.

“Watch out Frank!!”

Freya’s voice resounded through the forest as she warned me.

Swoosh!

Suddenly a 2-metre big tiger-looking beast appeared behind me.

“Well, you took a long time,” I muttered, running forward away from the beast.

Although, I could’ve handled the beast without much problem but I was trying to keep a low profile.

Anyways, right now me and Freya were hunting the beast which was twice the size of me.

As I dashed between the large trees, the 2-metre big tiger-like beast, known as the SudderClaw, lunged at me with ferocious speed.

Its sharp claws aimed to tear into me, but I agilely dodged the attack, narrowly escaping its deadly strike.

Freya, who was seated on a tree branch, aimed with her bow.

Her eyes locked onto the SudderClaw, and she began chanting a powerful incantation in a sacred language.

The air around her seemed to vibrate with energy as she channelled her mystical abilities into the bow.

“ॐ अस्य श्री परब्रह्ममंत्र, सदाशिव ऋषिः, अनुष्टुप् छंदः”

Her melodious voice resonated through the forest as the incantation intensified.

The arrow she knocked on the bow glowed with a combination of red and blue energy, signifying the convergence of her elemental powers.

With her focus unyielding, she released the arrow with precise accuracy.

Swoosh!

The arrow streaked through the air like a comet, leaving a trail of radiant energy in its wake.

The forest was filled with the sound of roaring winds and crackling energy as the attack hit its mark.

When the blinding light faded, the SudderClaw lay defeated on the ground, it’s breathing laboured and its once menacing presence reduced to mere vulnerability.

Bump!

With a loud thud, Freya jumped down gracefully from the large tree, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Her skill has clearly taken a toll on her.

“This should be enough for the village,” Freya said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and relief, her cheeks slightly flushed with sweat running down her cheeks.

With a gentle smile, I reached out and gently wiped the sweat away from Freya’s cheeks. “Freya,” I said softly, looking into her eyes.

“Ekh?” Freya let out a surprised voice, clearly taken back by my touch.

“You’re so strong.” I softly whispered in her ears trying to rizz her up.

“Th-thank you,” Freya replied, blushing slightly before embarrassedly running away from me.

As I watched her run, a warm feeling spread through my chest.

For the past two weeks, I was trying every method I could think of to try and rizz her. I had expected shy reactions but not big ones.

She was overly reacting to my compliment, and I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to her reaction than just being shy.

After a few moments, I was travelling beside Freya. “How far is it?”

I asked as it had been two weeks since we started travelling. Although we did waste most of her time by camping, still two weeks is a long time.

“It’s near, maybe a couple of minutes,” Freya replied.

Meanwhile somewhere else, inside a house constructed with wooden frames. The walls were made of woven branches and twigs, which were plastered with a mixture of mud, clay, and straw.

Inside were two figures seated. One was an elderly man with a bald head, he had a big scar on his face reflecting the years of hardships he had been through.

He wore traditional tribal garments adorned with symbols of leadership and experience.

The other was a young man, likely in his twenties. He was stiff as he looked at the elderly man.

“Today is the day.” The elderly man said as he stood up. He rolled his eyes at the other man.

“You did great. Tsk, what a pity, she could’ve been a good sacrifice. Nonetheless you did great by killing her. She would have only hindered the process if she was here.”

The elderly man was non-other than Freya’s uncle and the current chief, Gromm Bloodaxe. And the other one was Gusko, his son.

Although Gusko was happy hearing the praises, his expression quickly changed. “But are you sure, what they said was true?”

With a big gulp, he asked.

“Alas! For once in my life, I was proud of you and you just had to break it with your stupid question.” Gromm shook his head in disappointment.

“For twenty years….I was working on this plan for the last 20 years. From Forsik’s death to me becoming the chief. I did all of this for the ultimate power.”

As Gromm and Gusko were engaged in their conversation inside the wooden-framed house, a commotion began to stir outside.

The villagers of the tribe had gathered around the entrance, their voices filled with excitement and anticipation.

“Freya is back!”

“She hunted a SudderClaw!”

“Wow, look at the size of the SufferClaw!”

“With this much meat, the whole tribe would be able to eat their fill!”

“As expected of the future leader, she’s awesome.”

“We should celebrate her hunt!”

“Yes, we must hold a grand celebration in her honour!”

. . .

As the praises and celebration continued outside, Gromm and Gusko emerged from the hut, their faces veiled with concern and frustration.

“How did she survive?” Gusko’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Gromm’s lips tightened. “You couldn’t even handle that simple task, could you?” He scowled, disappointed in his son’s failure.

“Now the plan’s at risk of failing,” Gusko lamented.

“Don’t worry, tonight will be her last day,” Gromm reassured, his determination unwavering. He was confident that their carefully laid plan would soon come to fruition.

Gusko’s gaze then fell upon Frank, the man standing beside Freya. “Who’s that man with her?” he asked.

Gromm’s eyes landed on Frank, scanning him from head to toe.

“He’s just a slave boy at Fifth Rank of Aura.” Even though Frank was just an ant for him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness creeping up on him.

[A/N: For those who are wondering, the villagers didn’t know that Freya was dead, they thought she went out to hunt because Gusko and Gromm didn’t inform them as they thought the whole village would die today anyways.]