Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 207: Go All Out

[Anya's intimacy with you -100 (-30 contempt)]

[Anya's current state: shame, fear, nervousness, panic, anger, nausea, disgust, contempt, discomfort, resistance, vigilance, disbelief]

Seeing Anya, who had just allowed him to take advantage of her, suddenly erupt in fury, Harry was stunned.

Anya's current state was almost entirely negative emotions—and they were overwhelmingly intense!

This left Harry completely baffled. He had used this method on many women before, and it had always worked wonders.

With Anya, aside from some impatience, there had been no major issues. Yet, he never expected the seemingly timid and gentle Anya to explode in rage. The fact that she, of all people, lost her temper was something Harry hadn't anticipated.

What was even more outrageous was that Anya had thrown the bag directly at him.

Harry had never imagined the deal would end with him getting the 30,000 LV bag at him!

What happened to the promise of curing all diseases?

Was there really a woman who didn't love bags?

"Anya! What's the meaning of this? I gave you that gift with good intentions! Why did you throw it at me?!" Harry's own temper flared as he pointed at Anya, his voice sharp with accusation.

"Who wants your lousy gift?! Do you think all women are that cheap? Who do you take me for? Do you really believe you can play any woman just because you have money? Listen to me, Harry—you've got the wrong person! I was grateful—truly grateful—that you were willing to lend me money for my father's treatment.

But you think you can buy me as your mistress with a little cash and a bag? Dream on! Get out! Get out of my house right now! If you don't leave, I'll tell Wanda what you did today! I'll tell Ben! Get out! I never want to see you again! I'll return every last cent of your filthy money! Out!"

Tears of fury streaked Anya's face as she pointed toward the staircase, her voice trembling with rage and humiliation.

"Anya! You've misunderstood! I really just wanted to help you! I genuinely like you! I lost control earlier—I was too impulsive! I know I was wrong! Please, just give me another chance?"

Seeing Anya's unyielding stance, Harry quickly switched tactics, his tone now pleading, almost groveling, as he made one last desperate attempt.

"Harry, you're disgusting! I completely misjudged you! I thought you were a decent man, but you're nothing but a greasy, revolting pig! I don't ever want to see you again—get out!"

[Anya's intimacy with you -20 (-50 disgust)]

Watching his intimacy with Anya plummet further with every word, Harry's patience snapped.

If this ungrateful bitch wouldn't give him face, then why should he hold back?

Right now, it was just the two of them—alone in Anya's apartment. Even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one would come to her rescue.

At worst, it would mean social ruin—but he could always start over.

His mind fixated on the memory of Anya's soft, trembling breasts, Harry clenched his teeth.

Fine. If she wanted to play hard, he'd teach her a lesson first—starting with those irresistible, perky mounds.

No longer restraining himself, Harry seized the moment while Anya was still sobbing against the door in fury and lunged at her.

"Ah! Harry! You bastard! You filthy pervert! What the hell are you doing?! Let me go! Let me— No! Stop!!"

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Anya's shrieks filled the room as Harry grabbed her, his hands roughly yanking at her nightgown. With a vicious tug, he pulled the straps down, dragging both her gown and bra off her shoulders.

Instantly, her full, round breasts sprang free—pale as snow, firm and quivering with every frantic movement as Anya struggled against him.

Even as she slapped him hard across the face, Harry only tightened his grip, his eyes glued to the hypnotic bounce of her bare chest.

They were perfect—plump, soft, and so enticing he couldn't tear his gaze away.

Freed from the confines of her bra, Anya's breasts remained perky, swaying like ripe fruit with every jerk of her body. The sight was so intoxicating Harry nearly felt blood rush to his nose.

The pink nipples were tender and juicy, looking like large pink grapes—big, firm, and protruding high, encircled by thick, round pink areolas, appearing extremely lewd and enticing.

Anya, so petite and cute, actually possessed such a pair of tempting, lustful breasts!

This striking contrast between her delicate body and childish face gave Harry an even stronger visual impact. The sight made his blood boil, his mind consumed by nothing but Anya's exquisite chest.

"Bastard! You beast! You pervert! Ah! Help! Harry! Aren't you afraid your wife will find out? Aren't you afraid of going to jail? You—you're raping me! Let me go! Ah! No! Don't touch me! Ah!!—"

Harry grabbed Anya's heavy breasts fiercely, one in each hand, squeezing them with rough force. The weight and softness of her flesh sent waves of pleasure through his palms as he kneaded them violently. The jelly-like mounds trembled, rippling under his touch, swaying as if caught in a whirlpool, threatening to pull Harry deeper into his depravity.

Anya's screams of shame and fury abruptly cut off.

As Harry played with her massive breasts, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. His thumbs and forefingers clamped down on her stiff, pink nipples, pinching and twisting them ruthlessly. His hands could barely contain the sheer size of her chest, allowing him to roam freely, groping, slapping, and abusing them as he pleased.

"Ah!~ Haah!~ Uh hum!~ Haaaaah!~ No!~ No!~ Haah!~"

To Harry's shock, Anya's protests dissolved into lewd moans and gasps the moment he assaulted her nipples.

[Ding! Mission to capture Anya failed. Social status ruined...]

[Rebirth commencing...]

The system's cold voice echoed in Harry's mind.

Before the regeneration fully activated, Harry grew bolder. He squeezed Anya's breasts with brutal force before suddenly sinking his teeth into her nipples, sucking and biting like a starved beast, burying his face between her mounds as if desperate to devour them whole.

"Ah!!! — It hurts!! So much! ~ Haah! ~ Uh-huh! ~ Haahah!! ~ Help!! ~ You crazy pervert! ~ Haah! ~ Ahhh! ~ Ahhh! ~ Ahhh! ~ Ahhh!"

Contrary to Harry's expectations, Anya didn't fight back. His rough treatment sent her into spasms, her body going limp against his. Her hands, which had been slapping his head weakly, now barely grazed his face, as if caressing him instead.

"This slut's enjoying it!" Harry's eyes gleamed with excitement. He delivered a sharp slap to her breast, the crisp pop followed by another wanton moan.

Then—

A sudden buzz filled Harry's vision. The sight of Anya's plump, snow-white chest blurred before his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was back at the beginning—stepping out of his house, his Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Moon Phase Watch glinting on his wrist. He had just parked outside the mall after arranging to meet Anya.

"Why did the system reset me to this point?" Harry frowned, pondering the system's intentions. "Could the mistake have happened here?"

Giving Anya 300,000 USD for her father's treatment had been the right move—it earned her gratitude and allowed him to touch her waist without resistance.

So, was the failure due to the LV bag? Or was it his impatience in groping her sensitive breasts too soon?