All Chapters of Ultimate Harem System: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: My Whore of an Ex-Girlfriend
“And if it isn’t my whore of an ex-girlfriend,” Johnny said, his composure snapping back into place like steel locking into steel. His voice cut through the lobby, sharp and venomous. “Don’t you dare call me that,” Mia snapped, her face twisting with rage. “What are you even doing here? Are you stalking me? I thought I made it clear—it’s over between us.” Johnny tilted his head, studying her with the same casual indifference one might reserve for a roach scuttling too close to their shoe. He let out a cold laugh. “Please. I’d rather chase after a street corner side-prostitute than ever go back to you.” “Watch your tongue, you wretched fool?” a voice growled. Until that moment, he hadn’t even noticed the man Mia was clinging to. He too was surprised how he could not have noticed the man at her side. What a sight he was—short, round-bellied figure with a face that looked like it had been pressed against a frying pan one too many times. His short legs strained against a pair
Chapter 12: Manager Green
The entire lobby of the Nebula Hotel was drowned in a silence so heavy it felt alive. Conversations froze mid-sentence. Coffee cups trembled slightly in suspended hands. Every gaze in the marble hall fixed on the figure that had just appeared.The hotel manager.Everyone knew — and it was practically legend — that the manager of the Nebula Hotel never descended into the lobby. Business was always conducted in her office, tucked away on the upper floors. To see her here, walking into the lobby unannounced, was like spotting a queen mingling in the marketplace. But that wasn’t what shocked them most.No, the true thunderbolt was the words she had just spoken.It must have been a mishearing, they all told themselves. A collective hallucination, perhaps. Because what they thought they had heard was impossible, ridiculous, absurd.And yet, nothing could erase the echo of it.Oswald, still puffed with false bravado, hurried forward, trying to control the narrative. “Manager Green! I was jus
Chapter 13: An Explanation
“Why didn’t you tell me you were rich, while we were still together?” Mia’s voice cracked, but her anger carried through. She jabbed a finger at Johnny like she was stabbing a knife into his chest.Johnny didn’t answer. His silence hung in the air, colder than the marble floor beneath their feet.She couldn’t believe it. Johnny Steele—the man who had once struggled to pay her rent, who only bought her the cheapest meals and let her cry over unpaid bills—was now standing in front of her as the new owner of the Nebula Hotel. The Nebula. One of the most luxurious hotels in the entire city. And he hadn’t breathed a word.“Why did you lie to me all this time?” she demanded, teeth clenched, eyes burning. “You let me suffer with you for five whole years. Five years, Johnny!”Still, he said nothing. His jaw tightened, his eyes flat, his silence more painful to her than any insult.“Answer me, goddammit!” Mia’s voice cracked as tears brimmed in her eyes. “How long have you had this kind of wea
Chapter 14: Tour of the Hotel
“Psychic paper? What the hell is that?” Johnny murmured under his breath, squinting slightly at the glowing notification that had just flashed in his mind.“Excuse me?” Sophie turned her head, her brows lifting in polite confusion.Johnny snapped back with a quick, lazy smile. “Oh, nothing. Just mumbling to myself.” He waved it off, his voice casual enough to pass.“Oh okay” She didn’t press further. Instead, she clasped her tablet to her chest and gestured with her other hand. “This way, please, Johnny.”Johnny followed, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.Shoot… how was he supposed to talk to V.I.X.E.N without looking like a madman arguing with himself in public?[Use your inside voice.]The solution came instantly, clear and sharp, almost as if Vixen had been waiting for him to ask.Johnny smirked. [Inside voice? Cute. Alright then. Now tell me—what the hell is a psychic paper?][Check your left pocket.]Johnny paused mid-step. “Huh?” he muttered before catching himself. He h
Chapter 15: 21 v 1
Johnny was a little surprised to see two dozen men surrounding him, but with everything that had happened since he woke up from the accident, it was hardly shocking. At this point, the universe throwing a mob at him felt like par for the course.The only question was: who sent this lovely Christmas present?The men stood rigid, forming a circle, their eyes hungry for violence. None moved an inch, but their silence carried its own weight.Johnny’s lips curved in a faint smirk. “I’ll ask again, out of courtesy. Before we get started, would any of you like to walk away?” His voice was calm, low, and icy — the kind of tone that didn’t need to shout to promise blood.A few of them exchanged uneasy looks. Murmurs rippled through the circle. But no one left.Then, a loud, mocking laugh cut through the tension. The crowd split like a curtain, revealing their leader: Oswald Kreele. He stepped forward with his usual arrogance, clapping slowly, theatrically.“You certainly are a man of character
Chapter 16: Under Arrest
Johnny released Oswald’s collar and raised his hands in the air, his blood-streaked knuckles catching the glow of the police lights.She stepped forward from the shadows of the flashing sirens. A woman — no, not just a woman, a presence. The kind of presence that filled a space before her heels even clicked against the pavement. She carried herself with a sleek, dangerous grace, like velvet stretched over steel. From the tilt of her jaw to the sharp glint in her eyes, she wasn’t here to be admired, but she was impossible not to admire.Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail that only emphasized the clean lines of her face. The curve of her lips suggested they could smirk or sneer with equal precision. And her figure — athletic, commanding — told Johnny she could probably hold her own in a fight.Johnny’s gaze lingered a second too long, not on one feature in particular, but on the aura she exuded. Confident. Untouchable. A woman who could shackle you with her stare long before
Chapter 17: Back to Reality
Johnny had never held his breath for so long in his life. His lungs burned, his chest tightened, and yet—he didn’t dare let go. Not until the flashing red-and-blue behind him had faded into the night, not until the station was two blocks, then three, then six blocks away. Only then did he finally exhale, stumbling into the shadow of an alley with the faintest wheeze of relief.He leaned against the cold brick, the rush of Stealth Mode leaving him with a strange aftertaste — like adrenaline mixed with ice water in his veins. His body trembled, not from fear but from the sheer unnatural effort of holding his breath for that long.Still, he was alive. And free.A yellow taxi slowed at the corner, the driver waving at another man. Johnny slipped inside the backseat, the door clicking shut with barely a sound.“Drive,” he ordered on his first breath.The driver nearly jumped out of his skin, twisting around. “What the hell—how did you get in here?”“Just drive.” Johnny’s eyes, sharp and ti
Chapter 18: Time left?
“Vixen, this has to be a joke right?” Johnny paced his tiny living room, the cheap floorboard complaining under his weight. The system notification still hung in his skull like a neon sign he couldn’t shut off.…[Hot Assignment Alert]Task: Kiss the Mayor’s DaughterPenalty: Death of the Mayor’s daughterTime left: 71 hours 50 minutes…[Certainly not, Johnny. This is your new Hot Assignment] V.I.X.E.N. replied, crisp and annoyingly smug.Johnny stopped pacing. “No. No. No. No. No.” He said each word like it could push the command back into whatever black void spawned the system. “In case whatever—whoever is in charge of you hasn’t heard: the mayor’s daughter is missing. Possibly kidnapped. Even if she wasn’t, I don’t know her. You’re asking me to kiss a complete stranger — not just any stranger, but the Mayor’s daughter. Are we insane?”V.I.X.E.N. went quiet for a beat. The apartment hummed around him — the fan, the fridge, the distant city noise. It felt like the world held its b
Chapter 19: Isabella Grace Hartfield
The mayor’s daughter was not the type who lived within the boundaries her last name should have forced on her. Everyone in the city knew her, though not in the polite way most daughters of powerful men were known. She was talked about. Whispers followed her wherever she went, a strange mixture of admiration and scandal.Her name was Isabella Grace Hartfield.Even her name sounded like it wanted to escape something — a name meant to be carved on plaques, written in gilded letters on scholarship endowments, or delivered in speeches at banquets. But Isabella never seemed to care about any of that. To the city, she was “the mayor’s wildflower.” To her father, she was a problem he both adored and could never quite control.She was a free spirit through and through. Isabella didn’t play by the quiet rules of politics. She was spotted at open-air concerts without security, laughing in circles of strangers. She showed up at downtown skate parks in expensive shoes that didn’t belong, yet by th
Chapter 20: I’m calling the cops
“Who are you, and what are you doing in my daughter’s room?”She stood in the doorway, sharp-eyed, her posture like steel wrapped in a silk robe. Her gaze cut through him, no hesitation, no fear. She was a woman used to being obeyed. And Johnny, standing in her daughter’s chaos, looked every bit the intruder he was.Fuck. Johnny cursed under his breath.He had forgotten to lock the door behind him, and he was already breathing too hard—no longer in stealth mode. He couldn’t even slip back into it now because that would mean disappearing right in front of her. That would raise more alarms than it solved. He needed a way out. Fast.“You know what? I’m calling the cops.”“Wait!” Johnny blurted, his voice sharper than he meant. She froze for half a heartbeat. He lowered his tone, forcing calm. “There will be no need for that.”He was stalling, buying seconds he didn’t have, praying his mind would catch up with his mouth.[Vixen, please, you’ve got to help me. What can I do to get out of t