Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 256: Margaret’s Test

Seeing Wanda’s strange expression and slightly embarrassed tone, Harry immediately glanced at the status bar above Wanda’s head.

[Wanda’s current state: shame, nervousness, numbness, enjoyment, panic, fear, entanglement, confusion, guilt, anger]

Seeing Wanda’s many negative emotions, Harry was unable to analyze the hidden psychological state behind this tangled mess.

However, having reached this point today, Harry was already very satisfied.

Harry glanced at the time on the TV screen. It was already 11 PM.

It was almost time, so he smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, it’s getting late, let’s go home. Go call Clara and the others, I’ll head downstairs first."

…

No words were spoken that night.

…

The next morning, Harry felt refreshed and full of energy.

The indulgence last night not only didn’t leave Harry feeling tired at all but instead made him feel completely clear-headed.

His body was growing stronger by the day. Harry was very satisfied with the improvements the system had brought to his physique.

The first thing he did upon waking was check his WhatsApp.

After being busy all night, Harry had gone home, hugged his wife, and slept without even glancing at his phone.

Now, as he opened WhatsApp, he saw many unread messages.

The first was from Sally. When Harry clicked on it, the first thing that caught his eye was a series of nude photos.

Sally had fastened a collar around her neck with a dog leash attached. She lay naked on the floor with a silly expression, her large, snow-white breasts still dripping with milk.

The scene was as obscene as it could get, but Harry still found Sally’s lewd appearance incredibly enticing.

At this point, the only person Harry had trained to 100% compliance was Sally. This young woman, known among her WhatsApp contacts, remained highly alluring.

Below the photos was a message from Sally:

Sally (Angela’s mom): Master, do you like Sally’s photos today? This little slut is eagerly waiting for Master to walk her~~~

Harry: You filthy little thing, you’re doing so well. Your master loves your photos. Is your husband home today?

Harry replied with satisfaction.

Almost instantly, Sally sent another message—she must have been waiting by her phone.

Sally (Angela’s mom): My husband’s still home, and he won’t leave for his business trip until the day after tomorrow. But Master, don’t you prefer fucking me right in front of him?

"Hahahaha..." Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

This slut Sally really knew him well. However, he didn’t have time to play with her today—he had important matters to attend to in the afternoon.

Harry: It’s fun and exciting, but way too risky. I’ll wait till your husband’s away before coming to see you.

Sally: What’s there to fear, Master? My husband’s a loser. Even if he finds out, so what? Worst case, I’ll just divorce him!

Reading Sally’s message, Harry shook his head.

Women were like this—once they cheated and their hearts changed, they became far crueler than men!

Harry knew Sally’s husband treated her well, truly the model of a good man.

Yet, to continue her affair and be ravaged by him, she disregarded her husband’s feelings and her family entirely, even casually mentioning divorce.

Harry had watched Sally, this once-virtuous young wife, fall deeper under his influence, but he hadn’t expected her to sink this low so quickly.

Before, Harry hadn’t believed the TV dramas and news stories about cheating wives coldly abandoning their husbands and children.

Now, he realized those portrayals were tame compared to reality, which was often far more brutal.

Harry: Tsk, my little pet, you can have your fun, but don’t destroy your family. You’re my plaything, my little bitch. If you divorce your husband, where’s the thrill in that? Your master likes you being the perfect wife—treating your husband good, then begging me to fuck you like a whore. That’s where the real satisfaction lies.

Sally: Master, you’re so wicked! ~~~ So depraved! ~~~ Fine, I’ll obey! From now on, this little slut’s pussy belongs only to you!

"Hmph!" Harry snorted disdainfully, saved Sally’s nudes to his album, deleted the chat, and opened the next WhatsApp message.

It was from the young girl Anya. That little temptress was irresistible. Remembering yesterday’s passion at Anya’s place—her delicate, exquisite figure, those plump, snow-white breasts—was unforgettable. The tight virgin pussy left Harry aching for more.

Anya: Brother Harry, what are you doing?

Anya: Bad guy, why are you ignoring me? Humph!

Anya: Hey! Brother Harry, why are you ignoring me? I’m really getting angry! ~~~

Looking at the messages sent by Anya at different times, Harry couldn’t help but smile. This little girl reminded him of the feeling of first love when he was in school.

Back then, after sleeping with his first love, Taylor, the girl had been just as clingy and needy.

This sweet, nostalgic feeling made Harry reminisce.

Harry: What’s the matter? Little girl, do you miss your brother?

Harry replied with a playful message, and Anya immediately responded. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Anya: Of course I do! You took all my first times, and now you won’t even let me miss you? Bad brother! Humph!

"This girl is so cute!" Harry licked his lips, suddenly wanting to see her.

Harry: Honey, I miss you too. So much.

Anya: Humph, why didn’t you pay attention to me? I couldn’t sleep all night, thinking you didn’t want me anymore! ~~~

Harry: How could that be? I love you and miss you—how could I ever leave you? I was busy today, but when I’m free, how about we go see a movie?

Anya: Okay! I was just about to ask you to watch the new one! Ugh, I regret it now. I shouldn’t have given myself to you so fast. You haven’t even taken me out to eat or watch a movie! Humph! I didn’t even get to enjoy the feeling of being in love properly!

Harry: Alright, alright, my sweet little darling, I’ll make it up to you!

After exchanging more sweet nothings with Anya, Harry deleted the chat history under the pretext of being busy and opened the WhatsApp message from Margaret.

Margaret: Master, hello! Shall we meet at the pavilion in City Park at 1 PM today? I’m leaving this matter in your hands! Don’t worry, I’ll reward you generously!

Margaret: If you can really solve this problem for me, I’ll give you anything you want! You know how powerful my husband is! If you help me keep this secret, I can give you 1 million USD! But if you’re lying to me… well, you know the consequences, right?

Margaret’s message was a mix of temptation and threat, making Harry sneer.

Even now, she was still acting so high and mighty.

But her words revealed her desperation.

"1 million USD? That’s a huge sum. Your family really is loaded." Harry smirked, his previously sweet gaze turning icy.

"But what’s 1 million compared to dragging a proud director like you into the abyss and turning you into my obedient slut? Hmph! Once I control you, money won’t be an issue. What I want isn’t just 1 million—it’s everything you have! To crush the corrupt forces oppressing the people of City!"

Harry’s eyes narrowed. The way Jian had bullied Elena and Margaret’s domineering attitude made him despise this family.

Did they really think 1 million would make him back off?

Not a chance.

Besides, this family wasn’t made up of fools. If he took their money and let things slide, they’d come after him sooner or later.

This time, Harry was gambling with his life. If he could control Margaret, not only would Elena’s problems be solved, but with Margaret as his hidden pawn, many of his plans would become easier.

But if he slipped up and Margaret saw through him, not only would he be finished—the Mackerel family would suffer too.

So his only option was to break Margaret completely, turning her into his loyal sex slave, to be used as he pleased.

Harry: We’ll talk when we meet. I’ll say it again—be at the City Park pavilion at 1 PM sharp. I won’t wait. This is your only chance. And come alone. If I see bodyguards or any tricks, the deal’s off. Don’t bother threatening me with your husband. I know exactly how ruthless he is. But tell me, what do you think he’ll do if he sees those nude photos of your ’affair’?

Harry: And your colleagues at work—how do you think they’ll react when they see their elegant, high-ranking Director Margaret in such compromising positions? Huh?

Margaret: I didn’t have an affair!! Those photos are fake!!

Harry: Save your excuses! Should I send them to your husband and let you explain it to him?

Margaret: Fine! I understand! I’ll do as you say. Just keep your word!