Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Harry naturally knew that Sophie was testing him. As for a woman like this, Harry only held a playful attitude.

Now that he had gotten this woman, Harry couldn't be bothered to hide anything anymore and said bluntly, "I already told you, I won't interfere with your life with your boyfriend. You can stay with your boyfriend, even marry him. As long as you come to accompany me when I need you, that's enough."

"But~!" Hearing Harry's direct words, Sophie immediately frowned in distress, tears uncontrollably streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"But... but you told me to call you husband~ Doesn't that mean... doesn't that mean I can be your woman?" The more Harry acted this way, the more Sophie wanted to have this man.

Now, Sophie's heart could no longer accommodate her boyfriend at all. All she thought about was becoming Harry's woman.

"There are plenty of women who call me husband in bed. Should I marry all of them?"

Harry smiled faintly, wrapping an arm around Sophie's delicate shoulders and grasping her soft, smooth breast as he said, "I already have a family. So, between you and me, we can only be fuck buddies. But I won't treat you unfairly. You can come to Omega Media anytime. I can give you the best conditions and use all my resources to make you famous. Even entering the entertainment industry isn't impossible."

"But... but President Harry... we... we've already done this... I... I'm not like Nana and the others... I... I'm not that kind of woman~ I don't want to just maintain this kind of relationship with you... I... I want to be your woman~ Even if... even if it's just as a mistress!" Sophie looked at Harry with pleading eyes, hoping pitifully and humbly.

Harry turned to glance at Sophie. This woman was indeed good, but she wasn't even qualified to trigger a mission from his system.

How could she deserve to be his mistress? A woman like this, Harry only wanted to play with as a flavor enhancer. He had no intention of spending more time or emotions on such a woman.

"That depends on your performance."

Harry smiled faintly, gave Sophie's smooth cheek a perfunctory pat, then stood up and put on his pants. "I've got a lot of work to do, so I won't bother you anymore," he said. "If you want to do it again later, just call me."

After speaking, Harry placed a business card on Sophie's table.

"You!! President Harry! How... how can you treat me like this?!!" Sophie immediately stood up in anger and shame, her beautiful breasts trembling as tears rolled down her face.

She had thought that in Harry's heart, she at least counted as a mistress. But after they were done, Harry was so cold to her! He had even rejected her request to be his mistress. This felt like a thunderbolt to Sophie, shattering her self-confidence completely!

"You have a loving boyfriend. I don't want to ruin your relationship. However, I won't treat you unfairly. If you want to have sex with me, I can accompany you. But I don't want too much emotion between us. That's not good."

After putting on his clothes, Harry patted Sophie's shoulder with a smile and turned to leave without hesitation.

Watching Harry's retreating figure, Sophie stood there stunned. On one side was her boyfriend of seven years, who loved her deeply, treated her with utmost care, and cherished her like a pearl in his palm.

On the other side was a heartless, promiscuous, playboy who had just met her for the first time and was only toying with her.

Logically, Sophie knew exactly what choice she should make! Only an idiot would fall for a heartless playboy who was just having fun with her!

Only a fool would betray her deeply loving, considerate, and utterly devoted boyfriend for someone like this!!

But emotions aren't logical! Women are such emotional creatures! Sophie suddenly scrambled up, completely naked, and ran after Harry as he headed for the door.

She knelt at his side, clutching his hand desperately, "Husband... I... I've already fallen in love with you! I... I'll break up with my boyfriend!! I just beg you... don't leave me! I really... really love you so much! Let me be your woman, okay? I won't interfere with your life or your family! I just need you to secretly be my boyfriend when you have time... okay?"

Harry did not expect Sophie to suddenly make such a move. Sophie's behavior actually made Harry look down on her a little.

"I already said I won't treat you badly, and I won't interfere with your life. Whatever you want, I can arrange it for you. You don't need to do this…" Harry said to Sophie with some confusion.

"No! I… I can give up everything… I… I just want to be your woman…."

Sophie looked at Harry with sincere eyes, tightly hugging his thigh and begging. From her expression, it seemed she had genuinely fallen in love!

Harry frowned strangely, not feeling moved at all by Sophie's love for him. Instead, he thought this woman was a bit stupid.

"Is that so?" The corner of Harry's mouth curled into a faint, lewd smile as he slowly turned around, pressed Sophie's head, and said, "Then let me see how much you love me! Clean your husband's 'penis'!" With that, Harry lewdly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his soft, semen stained penis. Sophie glanced at Harry's flesh rod, lightly pursed her lips, and without hesitation, took the flesh rod into her mouth, sucking on it passionately and with enjoyment.

Watching Sophie gaze at him with a dazed, infatuated expression, showing a look of ecstasy and pleasure, Harry suddenly found this Sophie more and more interesting.

"My little darling, since you're serious, I can consider it. But, I have a condition." A wicked curve appeared on Harry's lips as he sneered coldly, "Starting today, I forbid you from having sex with any other man, including your boyfriend! If I find out you've been with another man, then don't even think about appearing in front of me again!"

"However, you also can't break up with your boyfriend! In fact, it's best if you marry him!"

"That way, you can get pregnant with my child, give birth to our offspring, and let that useless boyfriend of yours raise our kid for us… hehehehe…."

"Ah?~? But… that's… that's too… too despicable… I… I… I've already betrayed him… how can I… do something like this…"

Upon hearing Harry's condition, Sophie immediately frowned in guilt, her face flushing red with shame, unable to accept it.

"Well, if you're unwilling, then there's nothing I can do." Harry spread his hands with a regretful expression, pulled up his belt, and prepared to leave, not wanting to waste any more time entangled with this woman.

"I'll do it!! I'll listen to you! Husband!! Don't go! I'll listen to you! I… I'll do anything!" Sophie's answer once again took Harry by surprise.

When a woman becomes shameless, it's sometimes beyond imagination! Sophie seemed bewitched, willing to accept whatever Harry demanded and behaving with utter, unwavering devotion to him!

For Harry, who had only known Sophie for a day, this felt somewhat surreal.

Perhaps what you can't have is the most desirable, while what you've already obtained, especially if obtained too easily, becomes taken for granted or even despised.

Sophie, as if having lost her mind, chose Harry with blind devotion, desperately wanting to become his mistress.

"That's a good girl! Now you're acting like my woman! Isn't your boyfriend head over heels for you? It's a shame he can't have sex with you or have you bear his child, but at least he gets to marry you in name. That's better than losing you completely, right? In a way, this is also a form of charity you're giving him."

Harry let out an evil, lewd laugh as he picked up a photo of Sophie and her boyfriend nearby and casually threw it on the ground, shattering the frame.

Harry stepped on the photo heartlessly, straightened his collar, and said to Sophie with his back turned, "Don't forget my condition. From now on, I'll be inspecting your pussy regularly! No other man is allowed to touch your body except me! You're only for me to fuck!"

With that, Harry opened the door and walked out coldly, leaving Sophie sitting blankly on the floor, staring at the shattered photo in a daze.