Why settle for one when you can have them all…? This is the core of a harem — a fantasy men dream of, crave, and never stop imagining. But to Johnny Steele, it had never made sense. Why chase countless women when he already had Mia, the love of his life? Johnny was an intern, young and broke but hopeful. He and Mia had been together for five years, and she was his heartbeat, his anchor, his everything. He would have taken a bullet for her without hesitation. And today — Valentine’s Day — was meant to be special. Not just chocolates and roses. Tonight, they had agreed to take the final step, to make love for the very first time in five years. Even his boss had noticed how deeply Johnny loved her. So much so that the man himself had paid for their deluxe Valentine’s Day package at the Nebula Hotel — the most luxurious five-star hotel in all of Pantheon Valley. Johnny never questioned the gift. “Reservation for Johnny Steele,” he said proudly at the receptionist’s desk, dre

…. [CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE RANKED UP] RANK LEVEL UP: Null >>> Beginner I LEVEL UP SKILL REWARD: Instant Health Restoration …. He scrambled upright, eyes wide. His thoughts were still caught up on the million dollars. “Vixen! This… this is real?!” [As real as the sun. And that is only the beginning, if you choose to embrace me fully.] A laugh tore out of him, half disbelief, half exhilaration. “Embrace you? You bet your sweet ass I’m in!” [Good.] Vixen’s voice purred with satisfaction. [Now, you have three hours to complete your daily workout. Preparation is the first step toward becoming a harem lord] Johnny froze. “…Say what now?” The blue, semi-transparent screen shimmered into existence, filling his vision. --- [Daily Workout Quest] Run 60 kilometers – (Incomplete) Do 100 push-ups – (Incomplete) (0/100) Do 100 sit-ups – (Incomplete) (0/100) Do 100 squats – (Incomplete) (0/100) Attend 2 hours of martial arts training – (Incom

Johnny blinked hard. Twice. The blue text was still there. ….. [Hot Assignment Alert] Task: Successfully Flirt with the Club Owner Reward: 50 Charm Points + Ownership of the Nebula Hotel …. He rubbed his eyes, stared again. Same damn words. “…Flirt with the club owner… for a billion-dollar hotel?” He looked around the nightclub. The flashing strobes, the grinding bodies, the endless bass. Even if—if—the system could magically hand him a hotel like a toy prize, he had a bigger problem. Finding the club owner. And then flirting with her. Successfully. Johnny let out a long sip of his drink. “Yeah, ain’t no fucking way I’m pulling that off.” And just when he thought his night couldn’t get any crazier… —BANG! The sound tore through the club like thunder. Louder than anything Johnny had ever heard. His glass nearly flew from his hand. People screamed. “THE CLUB IS CLOSED FOR TONIGHT! EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!” Panic spread instantly. The cro

The first thing Cassandra noticed wasn’t the sting of needles in her arm or the antiseptic bite in the air. It was the silence. Too clean. Too sterile. Too unlike the chaos that had swallowed her last night. Her consciousness returned in fragments. First was the smell—antiseptic, sharp and chemical, seeping into her nose like unwelcome fingers. Cassandra’s lips parted with a faint groan. The second was sound. Not music, not bass, not laughter. Just the faint beep…beep…beep of some machine behind her, counting a rhythm that felt foreign, almost mocking. Her lips parted before her voice found her. “Wh-where… where am I?” Her eyes opened as the world swam into focus: sterile walls, pale light, the faint beep of a heart monitor keeping time with her pulse. She breathed in slowly, every inhale dragging across bruised ribs. A hospital. For the first time in years, Cassandra Vale was not draped in black satin, not commanding a room with a glance. She was vulnerable, te

The oxgyen in Pine Club was a toxic mixture of smoke, heavy perfume, liquor, sweat, and sin. Shadows stretched across vip booths where men whispered over bottles of whiskey, where women laughed too loud, the kind of laugh that tried to hide fear. Everything about the place screamed power disguised as pleasure, the black marble floors reflected the dim disco light, while dark velvet couches swallowing whispers, and the bass-heavy music masked the sound of knives being drawn. The Tigers owned this place, and everyone knew it. Their lieutenants sat in the back booth like kings at a war council, smoke curling around their heads as they drank in reseved glasses. But the mood tonight was poison. News had already reached them—Euphoria’s bar had gone up in smoke as planned, but their grenade failed to kill the club owner, someone had interfered. “That someone,” growled Razor, pulling down his mask enough to drink, “is Johnny Steele.” He spat the name like venom. “You know how