Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

"Bastard… getting scared by this worthless dog actually feels kinda thrilling…" Margaret stared at the silent bedroom door, her thoughts running wild.

At that very moment, without warning, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Caleb appeared at the doorway with a smile, a flicker of suspicion flashing in his eyes before he spotted Margaret sitting alone on the bed, lost in thought. He chuckled and said, "Margaret, what are you doing hiding in the bedroom all alone? Why is the power out in the house?"

Seeing Caleb suddenly appear at the door without any warning, Margaret was immediately startled. She glanced nervously toward the wardrobe, then quickly composed herself and said to Caleb, "I don't know either. The power suddenly went out. I called an electrician to fix it. Why are you back?"

A woman capable of holding the position of bureau chief, even with strong connections, was undoubtedly shrewd. Faced with Caleb's unexpected return, Margaret only showed a brief moment of surprise before immediately regaining her composure. She acted as if nothing had happened, casually displaying a lazy demeanor.

Only Harry, hiding in the wardrobe and observing Margaret up close, could notice that her legs were trembling slightly from the tension and excitement of almost being caught in the act. The loose nightgown between her legs was soaked with her juices.

"Oh, the boss had something come up last minute, so the meeting was postponed to tomorrow," Caleb replied, his voice carrying a respectful gentleness. His tone was calm but laced with a trace of suspicion that was hard to detect, making Harry, hidden in the wardrobe, even more nervous.

This was Harry's first time sneaking into someone else's home to have an affair, and now he was trapped in the wardrobe while the husband was right outside. The feeling was both terrifying and thrilling, a mix of panic and excitement.

Listening to the sound of Caleb's shoes stepping on the wooden floor as he slowly entered the bedroom, Harry held his breath. His heartbeat seemed to sync with the footsteps, pounding faster and faster from the tension.

Through the gap in the wardrobe, Harry saw Caleb walk up to Margaret. Though his tone was casual as he chatted about trivial matters, his eyes kept scanning the room.

This made Harry realize that Caleb already suspected Margaret! Was he about to be caught in the act again?

Harry helplessly looked down at his naked body and his still-erect, proud cock. Even though he could always respawn and had nothing to fear, being caught in this state was undeniably awkward.

"Margaret, this project is very important to me. I'd like you to personally go and negotiate with the boss for me..." Caleb's sharp gaze swept across the room once more. Finding nothing unusual, he turned to Margaret and spoke.

"I'm not interested in you or your affairs. Don't involve me. Get out. I'm tired and want to rest!"

Seeing Caleb's eyes continuously searching the bedroom, Margaret grew increasingly nervous. Though she tried hard to maintain her calm facade, her movements still seemed somewhat forced.

Her impatience and urgency were especially obvious to Harry, revealing all the flaws in her act.

However, this was only noticeable under deliberate scrutiny. For Caleb, who merely had a vague suspicion, Margaret's behavior didn't seem out of the ordinary.

"Alright, I'll go downstairs and check what's causing the blackout. You rest well..." Caleb's gaze lingered on the wardrobe for a moment before he turned and left the bedroom with steady steps.

Hearing the door close, Harry finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Caleb's actions had scared him badly. The feeling was like playing a game of hide-and-seek—both tense and exhilarating. Since there was no real fear of severe consequences from being caught, after a moment of nervous panting, Harry actually found the situation more and more exciting.

"How did you know he'd suddenly come back?!" Before Harry could push open the wardrobe door, Margaret impatiently yanked it open, staring at him with shock and panic.

Harry had been fucking her just moments ago, doing nothing else, receiving no calls or warnings, yet he somehow knew Caleb was about to return. Not only that, but the timing was perfect—just one or two minutes later, and they would have been caught in bed together!

Margaret couldn't understand how Harry had managed it. Recalling how he had helped her exorcise the ghost before, she grew more convinced of his supernatural abilities. A hint of awe toward him inevitably arose in her heart.

"Have you forgotten what I do? I can exorcise ghosts for you, so of course I have some special abilities of my own. This kind of thing isn't strange for me at all."

Harry smirked mysteriously, stepping out of the wardrobe. Looking at Margaret, who was still tense and shaken, he grinned lewdly and said, "Mrs. Margaret, didn't you still not get enough just now? Let's continue, hm? ~"

"Are you crazy? My husband is back now! He could come back to the bedroom at any moment! Aren't you thinking of a way to escape? Instead... you still want to fuck me... you... aren't you afraid of death?" Margaret looked at Harry with disbelief. She had thought Harry would panic and be terrified because of Caleb's return, but Harry acted as if nothing had happened, showing not a trace of fear. Instead, he seemed extremely excited and even demanded to continue having sex with her!

"Isn't this more exciting? Mrs. Margaret, think about it. I'm over here fucking someone else's wife to the point of climax after climax, while that person remains completely oblivious just outside the door. Don't you find that thrilling? And... the husband of the slut I'm fucking could walk in at any moment and catch his wife brazenly having an affair right in their own bedroom! Wow! The more I think about it, the more excited I get!"

Harry grinned wildly with a perverted lust, pressing Margaret's shoulders and shoving her down onto the bed.

"You're insane!! Don't touch me!! What... what are you doing?! Let me go!!" Margaret let out a panicked, hushed scream as Harry pounced on her again.

Afraid that Caleb outside might hear the noise, Margaret didn't dare make too much sound. Her angry, frightened cries were deliberately suppressed, making them sound more like coy resistance.

As a result, her struggles became even weaker.

Faced with Harry's strong and rough assault, Margaret could only resist him with words while her body remained pinned under him. She could only watch helplessly as Harry lifted her nightgown, spread her legs, and shoved his thick, monstrous penis back inside her.

"Ah!~~ Hah!~~ No!~~ Really no!~~ He already suspects me!~~ He might come back any second!!~~ Are you crazy?!~~ What are you doing?!~~ This really isn't okay!!~~ Ah!~~ Ahh!~~ No!~~ No!~~ Ah!~~ No!~~ No!~~ Ah!!~~ Hah!~~ Ahhh!~~ Mmm!~~ Ah!~~ Mmm!~~ Mmmm!!"

As Harry violated her, Margaret's struggles grew weaker. Her tense, hushed scolding gradually turned into seductive, slutty moans and gasps.

The intense pleasure and excitement made Margaret involuntarily respond to Harry's rape, actively meeting his thrusts beneath him.

Her body rocked violently, and Harry's thrusts grew faster and fiercer. The nervous excitement made Margaret especially aroused, and she soon teetered on the edge of climax under such fierce fucking.

Waves of pleasure surged through her like a tide, making Margaret feel as if she were floating in a warm, numbing ocean—both thrilling and euphoric!

"Hah!~~ Ah!~~ Ahh!~~ Wait!~~ This isn't okay! Ah!~~ It's too dangerous!~~ Stop for a second!~~ Wait!~~"

Margaret suddenly seemed to remember something and struggled again, pushing Harry away as he climbed onto the bed, ready to fully indulge. Panting heavily, she said, "Wait... if you want to do it... do it under the covers... if he suddenly comes in again... we'll have time to hide!~~"

Harry, who had been panting and thrusting wildly into Margaret, finally paused. He glanced at the blankets and bed behind her, then slowly pulled his penis out of her.

Margaret's bed was soft and plush, sinking slightly under their weight. Combined with the fluffy blankets, an extra person lying there wouldn't be easily noticed.

"Lie down properly! I'll fuck you from behind!" Harry rolled onto the bed, lifting the blankets impatiently as he spoke to Margaret.

Margaret bit her lip in shame, her delicate body nestling into Harry's embrace as she turned her back to him. She raised her soft ass, pressing it against his hard cock.

Harry pulled the blankets over them, wrapping around Margaret's waist from behind. One hand groped her supple breasts while his hips thrust forward, easily sliding his cock back into her wet pussy. With a fierce push, he buried himself deep inside her.

"Hah!~~ Ahh!~~ Faster!~~ Ah!~~ Hah!~~ I!~~ I'm gonna cum!~~"

Perhaps the change in position made Margaret even more excited, or maybe the cover of the blankets made her bolder. Whatever the reason, she moaned loudly as Harry's strong body held her from behind, fucking her hard and fast. She even turned her head to kiss Harry's lips as he nibbled her earlobe, hungrily tangling her tongue with his.