Making Harem
Copyright© 2026 by RomanticDoaist
Chapter 12: Kitchen Romance
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12: Kitchen Romance - Daniel Miller was a complete failure—poor, betrayed, and abandoned by the city he trusted. When despair drives him to death, fate gives him a second chance. Reborn into his teenage body, back in his remote village and high school days, Daniel carries memories of the future. This time, he refuses to be weak. He will seize money, desire, and all the women who ever catch his eye eyes
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Rags To Riches Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Slow
When Danisha woke Daniel up the next day, his eyes were covered in blood vessels, which startled his sister, the culprit.
“Brother, are you alright? Why are your eyes so red?”
Danisha asked nervously.
Daniel looked at her listlessly. If he slept like this for a few more nights, he would really have to find a place with good Vastu to bury himself at any time. “It’s nothing, I’m just not used to the sudden fan blowing on me last night. I have something to do today! Go and ask for leave for me, just say I’m not feeling well!”
“Brother, are you really alright?”
“It’s alright, you can go ahead!”
As Danisha walked out, Daniel kept thinking to himself, “This girl doesn’t even hide it from me when she’s changing clothes. Does she really not care about the gender on my household registration? This can’t go on! Otherwise ... uff.” After washing up, he asked his father for money and took a minibus straight to the county town. There were no good shops in the small town; if he wanted to buy something like a motorcycle, he would have to go to the county town.
East Street is the most bustling street in the county, selling all sorts of things! Daniel spent the whole afternoon browsing and finally found a motorcycle shop. They had all kinds of motorcycles, even 250cc racing bikes, but unfortunately, they were all priced at $3000 to $8000. These kinds of motorcycles weren’t really suitable for driving in the mountains. If one fell over or had an accident, the person would definitely be seriously injured. Although he liked them, Daniel reluctantly looked at other types.
“Young man, you’ve been looking for a while! Tell me what kind you like, and I’ll recommend something to you! You won’t be able to tell the performance and price just by looking at it like this, and you’ll get overwhelmed if you keep looking!”
The shop owner was a fierce-looking man in his thirties, his upper body covered in knife scars and tattoos. However, he didn’t speak ill of the person in front of him just because he looked like a student; on the contrary, he was very enthusiastic.
Daniel noticed that the boss was polite and not as fierce as he appeared; he was clearly a shrewd businessman. Turning back, he offered the boss a cigarette and asked, “Brother, I really want to buy a bike to drive myself! But the roads around my hometown are all mountainous, and I also like cool racing. My budget is only Two thousand! Could you recommend one that suits your taste?”
“Thanks, but I don’t smoke!”
The middle-aged man shook his head and pointed to a nimble racing bike next to him, saying, “Why don’t you try this one? It’s light and agile. It can go fast or slow. When it’s slow, it’s great for climbing mountain roads, and when it’s fast, it can even run a road race. The engine is particularly powerful, but it’s not heavy, so you don’t have to worry about falling on mountain roads. Although it’s a good bike, it’s made in China, so the price isn’t expensive. It’ll only cost you $1570.”
Can I try?
Daniel liked it at first sight. It looked somewhat like the Honda 250, but smaller, and its weight was about the same as a cruiser motorcycle. The body was a cool black, and the front design completely imitated the classic bullet shape of the ZR2, making it look particularly stylish.
“Young man, you know what we’re in! If we knew each other, we could give it a try, but this is our first time meeting, isn’t it?” the middle-aged man said somewhat embarrassedly.
Daniel thought it made sense. If someone dressed like a child were to fall or drive away, the other party would suffer a huge loss. He took out $2000 from his pocket and handed it over: “Brother, I’ll try it on first, and if it works, I’ll buy it from you.”
The middle-aged man immediately smiled and nodded. Daniel climbed on; there was only a little gas left in the tank, but it was enough for a spin around the streets. After clarifying the gear shifting and other details, he turned the key, and the motorcycle roared to life. He released the brakes and started riding on the street. In big cities like Azura City, these motorcycles had long been a thing of the past. Now, even in his hometown, there were plenty of unlicensed motorcycles, but most were used for hauling pork or doing odd jobs; these cool road racers were nowhere to be seen.
After a short test drive, Daniel drove back satisfied and handed the vehicle over to the owner. The owner was easygoing and agreed to at 1500 yuan, and he would also buy the license plate. Daniel agreed, left his phone number, grabbed a stack of invoices, and rode his brand-new motorcycle along the highway towards the small town.
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