All Chapters of Ultimate Harem System: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: John
“Please… go out with me, John.” The words landed wrong. They hung in the air, thin and shaking, loud enough to cut through the restaurant’s soft noise. At first, Johnny didn’t even register them as speech. They sounded like a mistake—something meant for another table, another person, another version of the room. His brain skimmed past them the way it skimmed past background noise. Johnny blinked once. Slowly, carefully, he turned his head. The chubby girl was standing just a few steps away. Her hands were clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone pale. Her shoulders were drawn inward, like she was trying to take up less space than her soft, plump body allowed. Her tight dress hugged her thick thighs and wide hips, the fabric stretching over her jiggling belly rolls, while her massive tits strained against the low neckline, threatening to spill out with every shaky breath. And for half a second—just half—Johnny thought she was talking to him. His st
Chapter 122: Pantheon Valley’s Got Talent?
“You’ll regret this!”The voice cracked through the restaurant like something breaking.Johnny didn’t turn immediately. He was still looking down at the man on the floor, still measuring his breathing, still deciding if he had used too much force or just enough.“You hear me?” the man shouted again as security grabbed him under the arms.“You’ll regret this! When I win Pantheon Valley’s Got Talent—when I take the twenty million dollar prize—I’ll come back for you! I’ll make sure you see hell!”People shifted in their seats.Some rolled their eyes.Some whispered.Twenty million.It sounded big when shouted. It sounded childish when paired with blood running from a split lip.Johnny finally looked up as they dragged him toward the exit. The man twisted, still trying to look powerful even as his feet scraped across the floor.“You’re finished!” he barked. “Both of you!”The door opened. Cold air rushed in. Then it shut.Silence followed. Thick. Awkward.No one clapped. No one cheered.Th
Chapter 123
“I’ve heard of it.” Johnny replied.“It’s not just a local show,” she said quickly. “It streams. Sponsors. Real money. Real contracts. Twenty million for the winner.”“I heard him shouting.”Her jaw tightened. “He already has a contestant ticket which cost over 5,000 dollars, and He passed auditions last week.”“And you?”“I also passed the audition” she added quietly “They said I had potential.”“So, what’s the problem” Johnny asked confused. She shook her head. “I do not have the money to afford a contestant ticket”The words were simple, but they carried weight.“I was close,” she added quietly. “Really close. They said maybe next season.”Johnny watched her face carefully.“But next season doesn’t help me now,” she said. “I don’t have next season.”“What does that mean?”She hesitated again. The hesitation of someone deciding whether to humiliate themselves further.“I work two part-time jobs,” she said finally. “I send money home. I’ve been saving for vocal training for years.
Chapter 124: Margaret Grace
“My name is Margaret… Margaret Grace.”Johnny didn’t pull his hand away fast.He didn’t move at all.The name settled in his chest like something heavy and cold.Margaret Grace.He had seen it before.Not on a phone. Not on a list. Not on social media.Floating.Bright.Attached to a task he never asked for.His stomach turned, his head spinning, but the world did not stop.That was the problem.Plates still clinked.Someone laughed at another table.A waiter passed by with a tray of drinks.Nothing dramatic happened.But inside Johnny—Something tore.Margaret Grace.No.No, no, no.His fingers went cold.He let go of her hand too fast.She noticed.Her smile faltered, her massive tits shifting as she leaned forward slightly, the neckline of her dress dipping lower to show more of her soft, pale curves. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.Johnny blinked.He didn’t answer.He couldn’t.Because in his head, the translucent screen flickered back into existence.…[Hot Assignment Reminde
Chapter 125: I’m not your puppet
He walked toward his car, keys already in his hand. His thoughts were louder now. This is manipulation. This is pattern formation. This is behavioral conditioning. The system gives a task. Then reality rearranges to make it easier. The mayor’s daughter. Lydia Silva. Now Margaret Grace sitting right in front of him, vulnerable, desperate. Was her humiliation random? Or engineered? His pulse started beating hard in his ears. Too loud. Like someone knocking from inside his skull. He blinked, and for a second the parking lot lights felt too bright. Sharp. Wrong. What if she was already sitting there before I walked in? What if the shouting guy was placed? His fingers tightened on the car roof until his knuckles hurt. What if I didn’t even choose that restaurant? He tried to remember why he went there. Had he been hungry? Or just walking? The memory felt foggy. Too foggy. His stomach dropped. What if I never choose anything? His brea
Chapter 126: Hot Assignment Reminder
The car rolled out of the parking lot slowly, like even the engine understood that something had shifted. For a while, neither of them spoke. Margaret sat with both hands folded tightly over her bag, as if she was afraid something might be taken from her again. Her plump thighs pressed together under her modest skirt, the fabric riding up just enough to show soft, creamy skin. Streetlights passed over her face in soft flashes. Each one showed something different—nervousness, excitement, disbelief. Her full chest rose and fell with each breath, straining the buttons of her plain blouse. Johnny kept his eyes on the road. His hands were steady on the wheel. Too steady. Inside, he still felt that pressure. Like something was watching how he would move next. “Where are we driving?” she asked softly. Her voice was careful. Not demanding. Not curious in a playful way. Just… cautious. He glanced at her briefly. “Before we go to the venue,” he said, “there’s something
Chapter 127: Anything you touch
“Anything you touch,” Johnny repeated calmly, “I’m buying.” Margaret stared at him. Not smiling. Not laughing. Just staring. She slowly turned the price tag of the blue dress outward again, as if maybe she had read it wrong the first time. Her lips moved before the words came out. “…Eight hundred and seventy-five thousand,” she whispered. Her throat moved when she swallowed, making her massive tits shift under the tight dress. She looked up at him slowly. “Johnny.” He didn’t look away. “That’s eight hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars.” Her voice was almost flat. Her cleavage heaved with the words, the neckline straining. “I know.” Johnny didn’t gasp. He didn’t flinch. “You said it like it was nothing.” “I didn’t say it was nothing.” “Then what is it?” He didn’t answer immediately. He just held her gaze. She searched his face, waiting for a crack. A joke. A smile. Something. Nothing came. Her chest tightened, pushing her heavy breasts up higher. She looked ba
Chapter 128: playing dress-up
Behind the curtain, Margaret shifted nervously. Her plump body jiggled as she squeezed into the next dress. She stepped out again. The silver dress clung differently. Softer. It hugged her tiny waist and wide hips before falling straight down, teasing the curve of her thick ass. When she moved, the fabric caught the light and changed shade, shimmering over her massive tits. She looked taller somehow. Her eyes were brighter. “This feels…” she searched for the word, “dangerous.” Johnny’s gaze lingered on her deep cleavage. “Good.” She turned in front of the mirror slowly. Her juicy thighs rubbed together, the dress riding up slightly to flash soft inner flesh. “I don’t even recognize myself.” “Maybe you’re meeting yourself,” he said. She looked at him through the reflection. Her cheeks warmed slightly. The saleswoman approached with the card machine again. Approved. Margaret let out a soft breath, her chest heaving and making her breasts strain the silver f
Chapter 129: Every Tuesday
The cars did not look real. Margaret stood on the pavement outside Maison Éclat and tried to understand what she was seeing. The streetlights reflected off black and silver surfaces so smooth they almost looked like water. The cars were long, low, polished to a shine that felt almost aggressive. They were not parked like normal vehicles. They were placed. Measured. Aligned. Five of them. She did not know their names. She would not even know how to pronounce them. She only knew one thing—people like her did not sit inside cars like that. The black one in the center looked different from the rest. Wider. Lower. As if it did not belong to the same world as traffic and speed limits. The two beside it were long and elegant, almost quiet in their design, but in a way that made them more frightening. Even the last one, parked slightly ahead, looked like something a president would ride in. Men in black suits stood beside each door. Hands folded. Faces calm. Waiting. Marga
Chapter 130: Breathe
When the door opened earlier. Johnny stepped out first. The night air was loud, bright, and full of movement. Camera flashes popped like tiny explosions. Voices overlapped. Johnny tried and made sure he wasn’t the one on the spotlight, blending with the securities surrounding them. Security spoke into small microphones clipped to their collars. He turned slightly and held out his hand to Margaret. She placed her hand in his. Her fingers were warm. For one second, he almost walked forward with her. Then he stopped. He looked at her face. The way her eyes were wide but steady. The way her back was straight even though her heart was racing. The way the blue dress shaped her like it had been made only for this moment. She did not need him beside her. Not out there. If he walked next to her, the whispers would begin immediately. Who is he? Is that her sponsor? Is that why she’s here? It might become about him. And tonight was not about him. He leaned closer slightly and