All Chapters of Ultimate Harem System: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41: Even if it’s just once
“Excuse me?” she said, voice sharp enough to cut through the air.“You heard me.” Johnny leaned forward, smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “I’ll work with you if you let me spank that ass of yours.”Silence.He held her gaze. “Even if it’s just once.”He didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Just said it.That was all he needed — one spank — and Silver Crest Holdings would be his. A whole damn company in exchange for one reckless, borderline suicidal favor.Detective Rhea stood there for a long moment, motionless, the file still clutched in her hand. Her mind was trying — and failing — to process the level of audacity she’d just been handed.No one had ever spoken to her like that.Not in the academy.Not in the precinct.Not even her husband, who also wore the badge, and knew better than to push her buttons.Detective Rhea Valen — thirty-two, cold as marble, built on discipline and control.A woman whose entire career was defined by the rules she never broke — and the men she made sure d
Chapter 42: What's the mission
And just like that, Johnny found himself in the driver’s seat of his own car — a car that, not too long ago, had been impounded by the same cops now forcing him to play errand boy.He exhaled slowly. His cheeks still burned from Rhea’s slaps, and the sound of her gun cocking still echoed in his head like a ticking clock.He glanced at her. “You know,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw, “for a second there, I thought you’d shoot me no matter what I picked.”Rhea’s eyes didn’t leave the road. Her hands stayed steady on the steering wheel, knuckles tight. “For a second there,” she said, voice cool, “so did I.”Johnny leaned back, a crooked grin forming across his face. “Damn,” he murmured under his breath. “She’s really something.”The dashboard flickered.---[HOT ASSIGNMENT ALERT]Task: Spank the Detective’s AssReward: +100 Charm Points + Ownership of Silver Crest Holdings---He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.“Yeah, I know, Vixen,” he said in his head, “you don’t have to remin
Chapter 43: Check the list
Johnny turned to Detective Rhea, and the look on her face told him everything he needed to know. She had no idea it was a private club.Right in front of them stood the human mountain guarding the door — a bouncer so wide he could’ve been mistaken for a refrigerator in a leather jacket.“You’re blocking the road,” the bouncer grunted, voice low and ugly.Johnny slid his hands into his pockets, unfazed. “How much would it cost?”“What?” The bouncer blinked. Rhea blinked. They even said it in unison, as if neither could quite believe he’d just said that out loud.“How much would it cost for us to get in?” Johnny asked again, calm as a preacher and twice as smug.The bouncer’s lips twisted into something between amusement and disgust. “Entry access isn’t for sale to the likes of you.”He swung his fist — a thick, angry blur — straight for Johnny’s face.But Johnny moved faster. He caught the punch mid-air, fingers closing around the man’s knuckles like a trap. For a brief second, the wor
Chapter 44: Inside
And with that, Johnny slipped his arm around her waist again, leading her toward the glowing doors as the stunned bouncer remained frozen on the ground.The club doors parted automatically, revealing a wash of golden light and pulsing music from within — the kind of sound that seemed to thrum through the bones. The air was heavy with perfume, sweat, and the faint burn of expensive liquor. Somewhere deep inside, the bass dropped again, syncing with Johnny’s heartbeat.He glanced back one last time, catching the defeated man’s stare. The bouncer’s pride was gone, replaced by something else entirely — fear. Johnny straightened his suit jacket like brushing off invisible dust and turned to Rhea, who was still standing there, eyes wide and mouth half open.“Shall we?” he asked, tilting his head toward the entrance.“What just happened out there?” she asked, still stunned.Johnny’s lips twitched into a small grin. “I wouldn’t be able to explain it even if I tried.”Inside Club Elysium, they
Chapter 45: Not for Sale
The music behind them seemed to fade for a moment. Rhea froze. Johnny tilted his head slightly, that familiar grin spreading again—the kind that said he wasn’t sure what was coming next, but whatever it was, he was ready for it.“After you,” he said, his hand gesturing for the guards to lead the way.He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. Grabbing the still-shocked detective by the waist, Johnny followed as they were led behind the velvet curtains. The lights dimmed. A narrow hallway stretched before them, humming faintly with the bass from the club above. At the end of it was a small elevator, guarded by another man in black.Rhea took a deep breath, her mind racing. She contemplated whether to call for backup. Everything about this screamed trap. But when she turned to Johnny, the quiet confidence in his eyes steadied her nerves. Somehow, this reckless idiot made her believe they’d be fine.The elevator required a special key card, and the waiter inserted his with a practiced f
Chapter 46: Did you just say Johnny Steele?
The room went still. Every sound—the humming lights, the faint echo of the club’s music above—seemed to vanish into nothing. You could’ve heard a pin drop. “Did you just say… Johnny Steele?” the boss asked slowly, his tone calm but his eyes narrowing into slits. “Yes, that’s him. That’s Johnny Steele,” the Pineclub Tiger stammered, voice trembling with raw terror. For a brief second, silence hung heavy again—then, like someone had cracked the lid off insanity, the room exploded in laughter. It wasn’t polite laughter or the kind born from amusement. It was sharp, mocking, the kind that stabbed at the air and bounced off the walls. The guards leaned on each other, howling. Even the waiter cracked a grin, shaking his head. It was as if someone had told the funniest joke of their lives. “You fool,” the boss finally said between faint chuckles, “Johnny Steele is nothing but a ghost story.” The Pineclub Tiger’s eyes darted around the room. “No! He’s right in front of you!” The
Chapter 47: The Operation Room
The walls weren’t painted but tiled in white, though most of them had long since been stained—splashes of red and brown that no amount of scrubbing could erase.The room was vast, stretching farther than the flickering lights could reach, filled with metallic tables—some bare, others occupied. The stainless steel gleamed beneath the harsh fluorescence, but even that couldn’t hide the streaks of red that ran down the legs and pooled on the floor.There were people working here—men and women in surgical robes and masks, their faces hidden, their movements mechanical. They moved from one table to the next, performing silent routines as if they were pieces of a larger machine. Scalpels clinked against metal trays. A suction machine whined softly in the corner. Johnny’s eyes swept the room. There were coolers—industrial-grade, labelled not with organs but with codenames, like Project Argus, Batch 14, N-Host 02. A faint mist rose from one that had been left open, a gloved hand reaching ins
Chapter 48: Please
The word hung in the air, fragile and dying. Johnny froze. Every instinct in his body screamed to move—to end this—to spill blood until the room fell silent. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not with Rhea here. The lights hummed above them, steady and cold. The machines whispered. Blood shimmered like oil across the tiles, a sick mirror that reflected everything he didn’t want to see. That single word hit harder than any bullet. Please. He stared down at the man on the table. His chest was split open, ribs pried apart like a cracked door. The heart still twitched inside, begging to keep beating. Johnny’s own reflection trembled on the blade’s surface— how did he get himself in the middle of a mess like this. The boss leaned close, breath hot against his ear. “Make the cut, Doctor.” Johnny’s jaw tightened until it hurt. The room felt smaller. The hum of the lights, the hiss of the oxygen tanks, the slow electronic pulse of the monitors—all of it pressed in, crawling beneath
Chapter 49: On your side
“Rhea, I don’t know what you think is going on, but I swear—you’ve got it all wrong.”Johnny’s hands were up, palms open, voice trembling between exhaustion and disbelief.“Don’t you dare call me by my first name, you vile monster!” she snapped.“Monster?” Johnny’s brows drew together. “I’m on your side.”“On my side?” Rhea barked a laugh, sharp and humorless. “That was before I found out you’re a human organ-harvesting surgeon.”Her gun didn’t waver. The barrel glinted under the cold fluorescent light. The boss just stood there, silent amusement plastered across his face like he was watching a live theater performance—his favorite kind, where everyone bleeds in the final act.“I’m not the Surgeon,” Johnny shouted back, voice cracking through the thick air. “For God’s sake, you have to believe me!”“There’s no point in lying,” she said, her tone firm but her hands trembling slightly. “I’ve seen enough. You’re not walking away from this.”“What?” Johnny blinked, trying to wrap his head
Chapter 50: Make the call
Her words hung there, unreal, like the air itself had stopped moving.Johnny watched her reaction closely — the flicker of confusion, guilt, the crumbling certainty behind her eyes. For a second she looked… lost.Rhea kept the gun leveled, but her grip had that tremor people get when they’re forced to choose between two truths. If the card was real, everything she’d pinned together unraveled. If it was fake, she’d walked straight into the jaws of a liar. Either way, she’d already pulled the trigger once tonight.“How… how do I know this isn’t another trick?” Her voice came out small, raw. “That card — whatever it is — it could be fake.”Johnny breathed out slow. He tasted metal and pain at the back of his throat. “Because if I wanted to fool you,” he said, quiet, “you’d already be dead.”For a beat, their eyes locked. That look — hollow, honest exhaustion — said more than any explanation. She read it. He didn’t need to sell anything. Not here. Not now.The boss began to clap. Slow. De