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. She was his heartbeat, his anchor, his everything. He would have taken a bullet for her without thinking. 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 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, holding a bouquet in one

… [CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE LEVELED UP] CHARM LEVEL UP: Level 1 >>>> Level 2 LEVEL UP SKILL REWARD: Instant Health Restoration … Johnny shot upright, eyes wide. His mind was still stuck on the million dollars. “Vixen! This… this is real?!” [As real as the sun. And this is only the beginning, if you choose to accept me fully.] A laugh burst out of him, half disbelief, half excitement. “Accept you? Hell yeah. You bet your sweet ass I’m in!” [Good.] Vixen’s voice sounded pleased. [You now have three hours to complete your combat training workout. Preparation is the first step toward becoming a harem lord.] Johnny froze. “…Say what now?” The blue screen appeared in front of him, filling his vision with absurd letters and numbers. --- [Combat Workout Quest] Run 100 kilometers – (Incomplete) Do 100 push-ups – (Incomplete) (0/100) Do 100 sit-ups – (Incomplete) (0/100) Do 100 squats – (Incomplete) (0/100) Warning: Failure to complete the daily workout will result in a penalt

Johnny blinked hard. Twice. The blue text was still there. … [Hot Assignment Alert] Task: Successfully Flirt with the Club Owner Reward: Ownership of the Nebula Hotel … He rubbed his eyes and stared again. Same damn words. “…Flirt with the club owner… for a billion-dollar hotel?” He looked around the nightclub. Flashing lights. Bodies grinding together, hips bumping in tight skirts that rode up teasingly. Bass pounding without mercy. 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 took a long sip of his drink. “Yeah… there’s no fucking way I’m pulling that off.” And just when he thought the night couldn’t get any crazier— —BANG! The sound ripped through the club like thunder. Louder than anything Johnny had ever heard. His glass almost slipped from his hand. People screamed. “THE CLUB IS CLOSED FOR TONIGHT!! EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!!” Panic s

She walked down the stairs at an easy pace, hips swaying side to side in time with the bass still pounding through the club, the high slit flashing long smooth legs and the curve of her firm ass. Every step felt intentional, made to draw attention and keep it. Her dress hugged her tiny waist, pushing up her chest so it bounced softly. Every man in the city would’ve dropped to his knees just for a glance. When she reached the floor, she didn’t even spare a glance at the injured men dragging themselves away. Her eyes stayed on Johnny, like no one else existed. “You did all this?” she asked, her tone lazy, like the answer didn’t really matter. She leaned forward a bit, her breasts pressing together for a deeper view in her low-cut dress. Johnny smirked. “They started it. I finished it.” “…Interesting,” she said. Her voice was smooth, but sharp underneath. “One man against seven, and you’re still standing. That shouldn’t be possible.” Johnny smirked, blood still on his knuckles

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