All Chapters of Ultimate Harem System: Chapter 111
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End of The Episode Author Note
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
Chapter 112: HAREM INITIATION PROCESS BEGUN
Johnny lay on his back, staring at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. His bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat glistening on his toned abs, making them shine under the soft penthouse lights. The room was quiet in that strange way it gets after something important happens. Not silent—just empty. The air still felt warm, heavy, like it hadn’t decided whether to leave yet. The faint smell of wine and Lydia's sweet perfume lingered, mixed together in a way that made his cock twitch just thinking about it. His shirt was somewhere on the floor. He didn’t remember taking it off. His pants hung loose around his thighs, zipper still down, a sticky reminder of what just went down. Lydia was no longer in the room. That part sat heavier than he expected. Her curvy ass swaying as she walked out in that tight dress—clinging to her wide hips, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the bottom curve of her cheeks—burned in his mind. Johnny ran a hand down his
Chapter 113: Echoes of Before
--- [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
Chapter 114: The Room He Left Behind
Johnny stared at the screen of his phone for a long moment after reading the message. He didn’t move. Didn’t curse. Didn’t rush. He just stared. Your belongings have been moved out. The words sat there, calm and final, like they didn’t understand what they meant. Like they had no idea who they were talking to now. Johnny let out a soft breath and leaned back against the headboard. Then he smiled. Not a big smile. Not the proud kind. Just a small, crooked smirk that came from the sheer absurdity of it all. He lifted his eyes and slowly looked around. The Sky Sovereign suite stretched out before him, quiet and expensive. Floor-to-ceiling glass showed the city waking up below, cars moving like ants, buildings catching the early light. The air smelled clean. Everything was polished. Ordered. Designed to impress people who already had too much. This place alone was worth more than anything he had owned his entire life combined. And yet— Somewhere across town, a man was threate
Chapter 115: Keep the Change
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
Chapter 116: Old cleaning liquid.
Johnny didn’t look back as he stepped into the building.He didn’t need to.He could still feel the caretaker standing there, frozen, mouth hanging open like something. Johnny heard the door close behind him, the sound dull and familiar. Too familiar.The hallway smelled the same.Old cleaning liquid. Dust. Something damp that never really went away no matter how many times they tried to scrub it out. The lights flickered once, then steadied, buzzing softly overhead.Johnny paused.For a second, his body reacted before his mind did. His shoulders tensed. His steps slowed. A part of him expected someone to shout his name, to complain, to remind him of something he’d done wrong.Nothing happened.He exhaled and kept walking.Each step down the narrow hallway felt like stepping backward in time. The carpet was thin and worn, darker in places where too many feet had passed over the same spots. The walls were scuffed with old marks that no one bothered to paint over anymore.A young tenant
Chapter 117: At least you still have some sense left
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
Chapter 118: Eight Hundred Million
Chapter 118The caretaker let out a strange sound—half laugh, half cough.“You’re joking,” he said weakly. “This has to be a joke.”Johnny didn’t answer him.The owner’s calm expression finally cracked. Not into anger—but into disbelief.“You’re serious,” he said slowly.Johnny nodded.“I am.”The caretaker shook his head rapidly. “No. No, no, no. This is impossible. You think money is a joke? Eight hundred million dollars isn’t something you say lightly!”Johnny slipped his phone from his pocket.The caretaker’s breath caught.The owner watched closely now, eyes narrowing, heart clearly pounding beneath his calm surface.Johnny unlocked his phone.He didn’t rush.He didn’t smile.He simply waited, and asked again“Check or transfer?”And the silence in the lobby grew heavier by the second.The silence after Johnny’s question this time felt heavier than anything he had said before.The caretaker—who had been laughing just seconds ago—stared at Johnny like the man had suddenly started
Chapter 119: The Royal Clam
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
Chapter 120: Mystery Reward Box
The words hovered in front of him, bright and obscene, like someone had carved them straight into his vision.John didn’t move. His jaw tightened.Then something twisted.“What the fuck!”…[HOT ASSIGNMENT ALERT]Task: Engage in passionate sex with Margaret GraceReward: Mystery Reward Box...For a moment, his mind went eerily quiet.Johnny didn’t breathe.Not because he was stunned.Because his body forgot how.The restaurant noise—cutlery, low voices, the faint hum of music—slid out of focus, like someone had reached into his head and twisted the volume knob down.He read it again, slower this time, as if patience alone might expose the punchline.Engage in passionate sex.With who?With Margaret Grace.A sharp breath pushed out through his nose. His fingers curled once, slow and deliberate, like he was testing whether they’d shake.His jaw locked so hard it ached.“Who the fuck is Margret Grace even?”The question didn’t even come with curiosity. Just irritation. The kind that bur