Ultimate Harem System

Chapter 4— Penalty Run from Hell

### Chapter 4

Johnny kept running until his legs gave out— and even then, he was forced to keep going.

He couldn’t stop. Not with a three-headed monster right behind him.

“Vixen, please—make it stop! I can’t feel my legs anymore!”

[It will stop when the penalty ends.]

“Then just kill me already!”

But death wasn’t an option. Every time his body was about to shut down, a faint glow rushed through him—

[Instant Health Restoration Activated.]

—pulling him back into this hellish nightmare.

Even death had been taken away from him.

For five straight hours, Johnny ran like a madman through the city. He passed the Nebula Hotel at least five times. Each lap tore open memories he wanted to forget—memories of the accident… memories of Mia.

He sprinted across bridges, down highways, and through narrow alleys. He blasted past security guards who yelled at him as he ran through private property. 

One guard, a busty woman in a tight uniform that hugged her wide hips and strained over her bouncing chest, stumbled as he rushed by, her shirt popping a button from the wind, flashing a glimpse of her lacy bra. She yelled, blushing hard while fumbling to cover up, but Johnny was too far gone to stop.

To everyone else, he looked insane—an unshaven man in a hospital gown flapping open behind him, sprinting through the night, screaming at nothing.

But if only they knew.

If only they could see the monster behind him, its triple roar shaking the air.

“Vixen!” Johnny gasped, his lungs burning. “Wasn’t the task sixty kilometers?”

[Correct.]

“Then why hasn’t it stopped?! I’ve been running for hours! What the hell?!”

[The chase will end once the penalty equals the full workout task.]

Johnny’s mouth fell open. “What the fuuu—”

Cerberus roared behind him, cutting him off.

And the chase went on. Hour after painful hour.

When the hound finally vanished into smoke, the sun was rising. Johnny collapsed face-first onto the road in a part of the city he didn’t recognize.

His chest rose and fell hard. His mouth felt dry. Every part of his body screamed in pain.

And yet—he was alive.

No scars.

No bruises.

No broken bones.

Only a deep mental exhaustion that left him feeling empty.

The blue screen appeared again.

…

[Combat Penalty Quest Completed.]

Task: 4 hours chase by greatest fear

Reward: Slow-Mo Combat Lenses

…

Johnny groaned into the pavement. “Please tell me that wasn’t for nothing. What the hell is a Slow-Mo Combat Lenses anyway?”

…

[CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE LEVELED UP]

COMBAT LEVEL UP: Level 1 >>>> Level 2

LEVEL UP SKILL REWARD: Instant Health Restoration

…

“—Ahh, fuck this. I need a drink,” Johnny cut the system off.

He dragged himself to his feet. His vision was blurry, but neon lights flickered ahead.

A nightclub. Still alive at 4:05 a.m.

Club Euphoria.

Johnny let out a weak smirk. “Of course, only a nightclub would still be open this late.”

He pushed through the doors.

Inside, the club was packed. Bodies moved with the bass. Lights flashed across sweaty skin, highlighting glistening curves and tight outfits clinging to dancers' hips and breasts. The air smelled of perfume and alcohol.

Johnny stumbled to the bar, shoulders slumped, face blank.

“Give me your most expensive bottle,” he said flatly.

The bartender raised an eyebrow. She was slim and stacked, her black vest unbuttoned low to show off deep cleavage that jiggled with every move, the tight tie barely holding it together. 

Her short skirt hugged her perky ass as she shifted, eyes sweeping over him, lingering on the hospital gown hanging loose off his shoulders, teasing a peek at his chest.

“…You sure?” she asked, leaning forward over the bar. Her breasts nearly spilled out, pressing against the counter for a perfect view of her soft, creamy valley. 

“Our most expensive bottle is a 1959 Château Lafite Rothschild. That’s eight thousand dollars. You’ll need to pay upfront.”

Johnny slid his debit card across the counter without hesitation.

She blinked “You’re serious?”

“If that demon dog was real,” Johnny muttered, “then the million bucks in my account better be real too.”

She swiped the card, bending over just enough for her skirt to ride up, flashing the top edge of her thigh. A moment passed. Her eyes widened, then she smiled brightly, biting her lip as she straightened, her chest bouncing. 

“My apologies, Mr. Big Shot. Your bottle will be right out.” She winked, her fingers brushing his hand lingeringly when she handed back the card.

Johnny leaned back with a grin. Before the accident, he didn’t even have ten dollars to his name.

This proved it.

The money was real.

Johnny lifted the glass awkwardly. He had no idea how to taste wine—but he damn well knew how to chug it down. 

As he downed his second glass, the burn sliding down his throat, as his mind raced with possibilities. If only he could understand this system… if Vixen wasn’t so damn secretive—

Then suddenly, the blue glow appeared again.

…

[Hot Assignment Alert]

Task: Successfully flirt with the club owner

Reward: Ownership of the Nebula Hotel

…

Johnny spat his drink all over the bar.

“What the fuck?!”