Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 389: Leah In Trap

Harry: Leah, I’ve made some progress on your situation. That mysterious person threatening you seems to have quite a background, but I’ve contacted a local gang leader who’s willing to help resolve this.

Harry took out his phone and sent a WhatsApp message to Leah.

Leah: That’s great, Harry! Can they really solve it? Can they guarantee that pervert won’t bother me again?

Harry: Yes, that shouldn’t be a problem. The person I contacted is a big shot in this area. Mervin and the others are scared of him. If he steps in, he can definitely handle this!

Leah: That’s amazing!! Harry! Thank you so much! I... I really don’t know how to repay you! Oh, and you have to tell them to make sure they destroy all the original photos and videos that person has!

Harry: Don’t worry about that. I’ve already told them. But, since I asked for their help, they have some conditions too, Leah. You might... might have to make some sacrifices. You need to think carefully.

Leah: What? What conditions? Harry, what do they want me to do?

Watching Leah gradually fall into his trap, Harry’s smile grew increasingly sinister. He took a sip of tea, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

Excited, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring before replying:

Harry: It’s a bit complicated. How about this—when are you free? Let’s meet in person to talk. After all, this concerns your future. We need to be careful.

Leah: Okay! Okay! Harry! I’m free now! When are you free? I... I want to see you! I’m so scared right now. I want... want to meet you!

Harry licked his lips nervously, unable to control his excitement. He knew exactly what this upcoming meeting meant.

Just thinking about Leah’s seductive behavior on the phone before, how she lost control from the vibrator stimulation, made Harry unbearably aroused.

His little brother down below was already standing at full attention, straining against his pants, swollen and aching.

Harry: Your situation is urgent. I’ll come find you now. Where are you? I have a car. I’ll pick you up. Remember, keep this confidential.

Leah: I’m at home right now. I’ll head out soon and wait for you somewhere discreet.

Leah: [Location Information]

Leah quickly sent her location. Harry checked the navigation—it would take about half an hour to drive there.

Harry: It’ll take me about half an hour to get there. You can wait a bit before heading over.

After sending the message, Harry stubbed out his cigarette and rushed to the garage, eagerly hopping into his beat-up Toyota and speeding toward Leah’s location.

Maybe it was because the video play session with Leah had been too stimulating, or maybe he’d just been too pent up lately.

As he drove, Harry’s heart raced, his breathing grew heavy, and his hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel.

The short half-hour drive felt like an eternity.

This feeling reminded Harry of the days before he got married, when he used to hook up with women on WhatsApp and Tinder.

Back then, whenever he managed to arrange a meetup with a nearby woman, he’d excitedly drive over to her place.

Looking back now, the women back then might not have been the highest quality—sometimes he’d run into ones who looked nothing like their photos, either too heavy or too old—but back then, with no women around, he was desperate.

That mix of nervousness, excitement, anticipation, and impatience before a meetup was something worth reminiscing about.

For some reason, today brought back that exact same feeling of tension, excitement, anticipation, and eagerness!

"You have arrived at your destination. Google Maps will continue to guide you..."

As the electronic, flirtatious voice of the GPS rang out, Harry parked the car and looked around.

In the crowded city of Hacheston, there were no truly secluded spots. Everywhere was packed with cars and people.

Still, this place was relatively quiet, with only the occasional passerby or vehicle. The lush greenery made for a pleasant environment.

After scanning the area, Harry’s gaze settled on a young woman not far away, dressed in a white blouse and a dark blue knee-length skirt.

The young girl was naturally Leah. At this moment, Leah was standing nervously by a small path, holding her phone and looking around anxiously.

Her delicate face was flushed red, and the warm breeze gently lifted her short skirt. This reminded Harry of a high school girl he had once hooked up with.

He remembered clearly how the girl he met on Tinder had looked just like this, waiting by the roadside.

Back then, she had asked for 100 USD to sleep with him once.

At that time, Tinder had just been released, and the feature could still find many high-quality hookups. Moreover, these women were very naive.

Most of them didn’t even ask for money, just wanting to relieve their loneliness. Even if he encountered a student who asked for money, the price was shockingly low.

Not like now, where they demand ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Not like now, where they demand 1000 or 2000 USD right off the bat.

Fuck! It’s like their pussies are lined with diamonds! Ugly as hell, yet they dare to ask for outrageous prices! Thinking back, he really missed the golden age of hookups!

However, the quality of that girl back then was pretty mediocre. She was short, slightly chubby, and had a face full of acne.

Compared to Leah, not only was her looks inferior, but her body was also miles behind. Although Leah’s face was just slightly above average, at most an 85 out of 100, her huge tits and fair skin more than made up for it!

Those plump, milky white breasts, paired with those pink nipples, were enough to drive any man wild with desire! But even so, Harry had had a great time back then.

He fucked that little slut four times in one afternoon, making her beg for mercy and cry out, "Brother, spare me!"

Watching Leah’s nervous, expectant expression, Harry took an excited breath, trying to calm himself down. Then, he drove the car toward her.

"Beep beep!" Harry pulled up in front of Leah and lightly honked the horn. Leah jumped in surprise, peeking into the car through the window. When she saw it was Harry, her face instantly turned crimson.

She quickly scurried over, glancing around guiltily to make sure no one was watching, then yanked the car door open and nervously plopped into the passenger seat.

"Leah, didn’t make you wait too long, did I?" Harry shifted gears, started the car, and stole a glance at Leah’s plump, snow-white thighs as he asked with a smile.

"N... no... I... I just got here... Harry... where... where are we going?" Leah was extremely tense. After all, she was just an innocent high school girl, a goody-two-shoes who excelled in her studies.

This was her first time going on a date with a man, making her both nervous and shy, but also somewhat excited.

"Do you have any places you’d like to go? Somewhere quiet would be best, so we can talk properly." Harry licked his lips discreetly, his eyes occasionally darting to Leah’s chest, which was tightly wrapped in a white blouse.

Her breasts were so big that the blouse seemed ill-fitting. The massive mounds stretched the fabric taut, and between the gaps of the buttons, he could see the soft, pale flesh quivering with her rapid, nervous breaths.

"O... okay... I... I’m fine with anywhere... Harry, you can pick... wherever you like..." Leah’s voice trembled with nervousness.

Her watery eyes glistened, occasionally stealing glances at Harry. Her flushed cheeks grew even redder, and her fair, plump thighs remained tightly pressed together, squirming slightly with each shaky breath.

The young girl’s heart fluttered with infatuation. Seeing the handsome, charming man beside her, Leah’s heart pounded wildly.

Hearing her reply, Harry curled his lips into a sinister smirk.

This little girl was really easy to handle easy to handle.

However, suggesting they go straight to a hotel would be too blunt and ruin his carefully crafted "kind big brother" image.

So, after some thought, Harry finally proposed, "Leah, do you like tea? How about we find a teahouse? They have private rooms, nice and quiet. Perfect for us to talk without being disturbed."

This was one of Harry’s old pickup tricks.