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

Johnny stared. Of all the people who could have been standing there, this was the one his mind hadn’t prepared for. “Lydia Silver?” She smiled like she had been expecting that exact reaction. Her dress clung to her hourglass curves, the thin fabric hugging her full hips and dipping low enough to tease the swell of her ample chest with every breath. “Yes,” she said easily. “Good evening, Johnny Steele.” Her voice was calm. Not nervous. Not rushed. Like this was a normal visit. As she shifted, the dress's silky hem rode up her smooth thigh just a bit, drawing his eyes before he caught himself. Johnny stayed where he was for a second too long. His hand was still on the door handle. Lydia glanced past him. “May I?” He stepped aside without thinking. She walked in, her hips swaying with a natural rhythm that made the dress flutter against her legs. Not hurried. Not cautious. She moved like someone who was used to being let into places without asking twice. The door closed softly

The bar was quieter than it had been minutes ago. Not silent. Just… subdued. Like the place itself had decided to listen. Johnny sat back on his stool, one elbow resting on the counter, fingers loosely wrapped around the glass in front of him. He hadn’t taken another sip in a while. He was watching Lydia instead. Her dress shimmered under the low lights, tracing the deep valley between her plush breasts. He was waiting for her to begin her tale. She stood on the other side of the bar, arms folded tightly across her chest, shoulders stiff. The pose squeezed her curves together, creating a tempting shadow that begged attention. She looked like someone who had rehearsed this speech a hundred times, not an audience, but to herself, and still wasn’t sure where to begin. A “All right then,” Lydia said finally. Her voice was calm, but her jaw was tight. “Here goes nothing and everything.” She exhaled through her nose and leaned back against the bar, eyes drifting somewhere past Johnny

Lydia thought she had misheard him. She stood there, fingers still wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, her body angled slightly toward the window, like she needed something solid to hold her in place. Johnny’s words echoed in her head, slow and heavy, refusing to settle into anything that made sense. Her dress clung to her sweat-kissed skin from the tension, the fabric translucent in spots, outlining her stiff nipples and the dip of her navel. CEO. Fifty percent. Of Silvercrest Holdings. She laughed softly, once, more out of reflex than amusement. “That’s not funny,” she said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t joke about things like that.” A strand of hair stuck to her flushed neck, and she brushed it away, her fingers trembling just a bit. Johnny didn’t smile. That was the first thing that made her heart skip. He was leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, expression calm in that unsettling way of his—as if he had already moved past the shock and was waitin

--- [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