The Pantheon's Got Talent venue was louder than it had been any other day.The finals brought a different energy — a fullness, a particular kind of charged anticipation that filled the hallways and the backstage corridors and the rows of seats out front in a way the earlier rounds hadn't.People who had followed the competition from the beginning were here today, and they had opinions, and they were not keeping them quiet.Margaret walked through the backstage slowly, her eyes moving around without settling on anything for too long.Everything looked the same. The lights. The people. The stage.But it didn’t feel the same.There was a tightness in her chest that hadn’t gone away. A quiet awareness that made her notice things she hadn’t before.Every doorway. Every corner. Every person who looked at her for a second too long.She swallowed and kept walking.He said he’d come. That thought stayed with her. Even now.Her eyes moved again, scanning the space almost unconsciously.He could

And with that… we’ve officially reached the end of Season 1 of Ultimate Harem System. Honestly, there were moments where I genuinely felt like this season finale would never end 😭 This became one of the longest episode I’ve written so far, but seeing it finally come together feels really satisfying. I just want to say thank you to everyone who has stayed with this story up to this point. Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or joined halfway through, I truly appreciate every read, every comment, every vote, and every bit of support. I hope you all enjoyed this season finale as much as I enjoyed writing it. And trust me… Season 2 would be absolute chaos. So if you enjoyed this chapter, don’t forget to leave a like. It genuinely helps more than you think. Thank you again for reading Ultimate Harem System.

This wasn’t the reaction he expected. Not even close. Before he could respond, she stepped forward, and kissed him again. This time it was fierce, no holding back. Her tongue teased his, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him toward the bed. For a moment, Johnny thought about stopping again. About explaining further. About stepping back. But his resistance crumbled. “…Fuck it” he muttered under his breath, as the System's glow fading to irrelevance. He pulled her closer and kissed her back, hands roaming her curves, the athletic firmness of her body under his palms. The distance between them disappeared completely as they moved away from the bar, toward the bedroom without really thinking about it. They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the mattress dipping under their weight. The room's atmosphere wrapped around them—cool sheets against heated skin, the faint hum of the AC, the distant murmur of the hotel corridor like white noise. Johnny peeled off her dress

Johnny sat there on the edge of the bed, his mind spinning like a wheel with complete sincerity, that he had lost his mind.There was no other explanation that made sense. Not a single one. Because the idea that this was actually was simply too much for his brain to process as reality.He stared at them like something had gone wrong with reality.Margaret’s words still hung in the air, calm and certain. “Why settle for one when you can have both?”For a moment, he genuinely thought he had misheard her. Or misunderstood the situation. Or maybe—just maybe—his brain was trying to make sense of something that didn’t make sense.No, no… this isn’t real.His eyes moved from Margaret to Sophie and back again, searching for hesitation, for doubt, for anything that suggested this was a joke.There was none.Margaret stood there with quiet confidence, her expression soft but unwavering.Sophie looked different. Not as composed as usual. There was something exposed in her eyes now, something she

The sheets were a tangled mess around them.Margaret lay curled against Johnny's left side, her head resting on his chest, her breathing slow and steady. One leg was thrown across his thigh, her skin still warm and slightly damp. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow like spilled ink, and even in sleep, a small smile lingered on her lips.Sophie was on his right, pressed close with her back against his arm, her hand resting on his stomach. Her uniform from earlier was long forgotten somewhere on the floor. She looked peaceful in a way he'd never seen her during her hotel-manager hours—vulnerable, soft, completely at ease.He had just had the best night of his life, until Mia’s words sliced through the line, stopping him dead.“I’m pregnant with your child.”The sound sliced through the quiet like a blade. He stepped further from the bed, his tone dropping colder. "What did you just say?""I said I'm pregnant, Johnny. It's yours."For a moment even the air felt still. Then Johnny