Ultimate Harem System

Chapter 6: The Club Owner

He rolled his shoulders, adrenaline still buzzing. His hands hurt. His knuckles were split. But for the first time in a long while—

He felt alive.

Suddenly, 

[Instant Health Restoration Activated.]

And just like that, all his pain was no more. No cuts no bruise. All of it had instantly been healed. 

The gangsters dragged themselves away, limping toward the exit, bleeding and broken. Johnny wasn’t sure if he should stop them, but before he could think about it, another system message appeared, and stole his attention.

…

 [Combat Side Quest Completed.]

Task: Defeat Her Enemies

Reward: Vehicle – Bugatti La Voiture Noire

…

“Holy shit.”

Johnny blinked. Then blinked again.

And there it was.

Outside the broken doors, parked like it had been waiting for him—

The most beautiful machine he had ever seen.

It wasn’t red. It wasn’t silver. It was black. Deep black. A one-of-one Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

The curves weren’t sharp lines, but smooth and dangerous, like the car was alive. It looked as though it hadn’t been designed by engineers but sculpted by devils.

Johnny’s chest tightened. The car didn’t just sit there. It looked ready to hunt. Even standing still, it felt fast – fast enough to outrun a bullet. The four exhaust pipes gleamed under the streetlights, promising thunder.

The door lifted with a soft hiss, unfolding like the wings of a black angel. Inside, the red leather seats glowed under gentle lights. It didn’t feel like any car interior. 

It felt like a throne.

Johnny couldn’t stop the grin from splitting his face “Nice,” he muttered.

“And they say cardio’s useless.” He added flexing his shoulders. 

He wanted to slide inside, slam the door and disappear into the night. But then—

“Well, well. My club looks like a warzone. And here I was, worried tonight would be boring.”

The voice was soft, calm, and dangerous.

Johnny turned.

And there she was.

She stood at the top of the stairs leading down from the VIP lounge, wrapped in golden light. 

She was Tall. With long legs visible through the high slit of her tight black dress that hugged her hourglass figure like a second skin, the fabric dipping low to tease deep cleavage that jiggled softly with each step. 

Her full lips curved in a smirk, with her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder. 

She looked made for sin, hips swaying as she descended, the slit flashing smooth thigh with every move.

She didn’t look real. She looked designed. Designed as the kind of woman men sold their souls to impress.

And Johnny knew at once—without the system telling him—

This was her.

The target.

The woman he had to flirt with.

The club owner.

Johnny couldn’t help but admire how her curves filled the dress, the thin black fabric clinging tight to her huge breasts and wide hips like molten temptation, the deep neckline teasing a glimpse of soft cleavage that jiggled with every breath.

Every move she made felt slow, controlled, and dangerous.

Her dark hair fell over one shoulder. Red lips. Sharp eyes that watched him like a hunter sizing up prey.

He grinned anyway. “Sorry about the mess. Your guests weren’t exactly very friendly.”

She raised one brow, her eyes locking on him with heat. “I’ll ask once,” she said, voice like velvet. “Who are you?”

Johnny smirked, blood on his knuckles, hospital gown still hanging loose off his shoulders, showing hints of his toned chest. 

His gaze flicked over her curves before meeting her eyes. He gave a small bow.

“Steele,” he said.

“Johnny Steele.”

And for the first time since this nightmare began—

Johnny wanted the challenge.