Hey guys, So… finally, this episode—has come to an end. First of all, I just want to say thank you. Seriously. If you’re still here reading Ultimate Harem System up to this point, I appreciate you more than you know. Your support, comments, and even silent reads mean a lot to me. I also want to apologize for not being consistent lately. I know I promised two chapters daily, and I haven’t been able to keep that pace for a bit. That one’s on me. But going forward, I’ll do better. From now on, I’ll be back to updating two chapters a day as usual. Some of you may have noticed that the writing style of Ultimate Harem System has changed a little recently. I’ve been leaning more into eechi moments and extra "fan service". So I really want your feedback on that. If you’re enjoying this direction and want more of it, please leave a like and a comment. And if you’re not feeling it, that’s okay too—drop a comment and let me know. You’re the readers, and your feedback matters. I don’t want to

--- [CONGRATULATIONS — YOU HAVE RANKED UP] RANK LEVEL UP: Beginner IV → Beginner V RANK UP SKILL REWARD: Empath Reading --- The room felt different all of a sudden. Too small. Too quiet. Too… normal. Johnny stood there, right in the middle of the Sky Sovereign suite, pants still loose around his hips, his thick cock half-hard and bulging against the fabric from leftover thoughts of Lydia's hot mouth. He laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. Not really. It came out short and sharp, like something pulled from him instead of offered freely. Sweat beaded on his chiseled abs, trickling down to tease the V-line pointing straight to his crotch. He ran a hand through his messy hair and began to pace. Once. Twice. Then a third time, slower. On the second pass, he nearly tripped over Lydia's forgotten high heel—sleek black, with a stiletto that made him picture her legs wrapped around his waist. His heart was still beating fast, but it wasn’t only excitement this time. Something

Downstairs, the Nebula Hotel moved with its usual quiet efficiency. Staff greeted him respectfully. Someone asked if he needed the car prepared.“Yes,” Johnny said. “I’ll take it.”Minutes later, the engine hummed beneath him as the car pulled away.The city changed as they drove.Tall buildings gave way to shorter ones. Clean streets slowly became cracked pavements. Billboards replaced glass walls. The shine faded, replaced by something rougher. More honest.Johnny watched it all through the window.This was where he had lived.Not the dream version people imagined when they talked about struggle. The real one. The boring one. The exhausting one. The kind that didn’t build character so much as test how long you could endure.When the car finally stopped, Johnny stepped out.The building looked smaller than he remembered.Older.Paint peeling. A stair rail held together by rust and stubbornness. The smell hit him immediately—dust, old food, damp concrete.The building smelled the same

The words hung in the air longer than Johnny expected.Then tell me how much the entire building costs.For a brief second, no one spoke.The caretaker was the first to recover. His face twisted, like he had just swallowed something sour, and then his mouth opened wide.“What kind of nonsense is this?” he barked, his voice echoing off the narrow walls of the lobby. “What kind of joke do you think this is?”Johnny didn’t turn to look at him.The caretaker took that as permission to continue.“So now that you’ve paid your rent—late, by the way—you think you can just walk in here and start talking rubbish?” He laughed sharply, the sound ugly and loud.“Who gave you the confidence? Who told you that just because you suddenly have money to clear rent, you now have the balls to buy a whole building?”He paced a step closer, pointing a finger at Johnny’s chest.“This building?” he scoffed. “Do you even know what you’re talking about? This isn’t some roadside kiosk. This is real estate. Big m

Johnny drove away slowly. Not because the car couldn’t move faster—it could—but because his hands were still steadying themselves on the wheel. The road ahead stretched wide and clean, lights reflecting softly on the polished surface of the Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The engine purred like it didn’t know struggle had ever existed, vibrating up through the seat to tease his crotch. Behind him, the old apartment building faded into the distance. The Valley. That was what people called it now. Short. Flat. It wasn’t worth more words. The Valley sat low, pressed between cracked roads and tired streetlights. Buildings leaned into each other like they were too exhausted to stand alone. Paint peeled. Windows stayed shut even in daylight. It was where people lived when life didn’t give them options. Johnny used to know every street there. He had walked those roads with empty pockets and heavy thoughts. Walked them at night when buses stopped running. Walked them in the ra