[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining":3,"chapter-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-140":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1854978,2462,"Chapter 140: Breastfeeding child","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-140",140,"\u003Cp>Chapter 140\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lean back down onto the pillows and cover my face with both hands, trying to collect myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t fucking believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My legs are still trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like—actually came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve always been the one in control. The one who takes the lead. With Yuxi, with Evelyn,with lovers from my first life I can’t remember I was the one who set the pace, who guided everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I just got absolutely wrecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I literally saw stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was going well. Soft. Heated. Teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until Estela my sweet beloved—was suddenly possessed by a sex demon from hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no other explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body. Her chest. The way she looked at me like I was hers to break apart and put back together. The way she used me, rode me, let herself lose control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much and too good and now my brain has short-circuited trying to process any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m going to have an identity crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haaa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I uncover my face, eyes blinking up at the ceiling, and turn to glance at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela drops onto my chest like a woman thoroughly spent. Which, to be fair, she is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheek presses right over my heart. I know she can feel it still thundering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know what? I like being in control. I love being in control. It’s what gets me going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I think my life has just been changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We really should get up. Shower. Change the beddings. Act like normal functioning people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead, I start to doze off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I never thought I’d experience the infamous \"put to sleep by sex\" phenomenon. And yet... here we are. Just a couple of minutes. I tell myself. Just a quick nap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wake up a little later. Not sure how long. The light outside the window has dimmed, golden and lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel sticky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, time to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gently lift Estela off me. She mumbles something—either Spanish or sleepy English. Hard to tell. Whatever it is, it’s adorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I suppress a grin as I carry her over to the couch, careful not to wake her. She curls against the cushions like it’s second nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I strip the sheets, toss them aside with the grim determination of someone who knows full well she owes the hotel staff a truly heroic tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I grab a warm cloth, clean myself quickly, then move to wipe her down as gently as I can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lashes flutter, but she stays asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I climb back into bed with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t do it, Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t be that person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needs rest. You need rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I’m only human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she’s right there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I give in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estela POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What time is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who am I?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink one eye open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel...relaxed? Like I’ve had the best sleep of my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My limbs are heavy, the bed is warm, and there’s something... pressing down on me. A weight. A familiar scent. A subtle vibration from slow, even breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shift slightly, and curiosity wins over comfort. I peek beneath the covers—and promptly forget how to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There she is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne Castellano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sprawled across my chest like a very expensive, very chaotic blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her messy bedhead is somehow charming, tufts of dark hair curling at odd angles. Her long lashes cast soft shadows over her cheeks. One arm flopped across my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her mouth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firmly latched around my left nipple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like an oversized, battle-hardened baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isshe fucking serious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh. It gets better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very visible, very shiny line of drool glistens against my skin. From her slightly parted lips... straight down my boob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is she, a child?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at her for another second, torn between outrage, horror, and hysterical laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My nipple twitches indignantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sucks in her sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I throw the cover off us with a dramatic flair, flinging it to the floor like a soap opera diva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She jerks upright instantly, the instinct of a trained killer snapping her out of sleep. Her eyes dart around wildly, hair a frizzy crown of disorientation, mouth parted, a smear of drool on her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? What’s going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not very threatening, all things considered. Especially with her hair looking like she lost a fight with a blow dryer and the drool making a shiny trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bite my lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A laugh bursts out of me. Loud. Uncontrolled. Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Estela? Are you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t stop. I flop back against the pillows, clutching my sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—you were...\" I gasp between wheezes, \"you were drooling on my boob!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinks, still groggy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then looks down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then finally, she groans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told myself not to do it,\" she mutters, dragging a hand over her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it was right there. Like a pillow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A pillow?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A very comforting one!\" she defends, snatching a blanket to cover her embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was soft, I was tired, and okay—maybe I wanted comfort.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I roll to my side, smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you decided tobreastfeed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glares at me over the edge of the blanket. \"It wasn’t like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just laugh harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She groans again and flops onto her stomach, burying her face in a pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that she’s so embarrassed makes me laugh even more, I can’t breathe. I’m wheezing. Actually wheezing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You done?\" she mutters into the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wheeze out, \"Not even close.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Embarrassed, Daphne grumbles and suddenly bolts upright, grabbing the sheet to wrap around herself before storming off to the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I keep laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the shower turns on a moment later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She returns—immaculate. Pressed suit, face wiped of all drool and shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can’t get the image out of my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s so cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pretends not to notice my amused smile as she adjusts her cufflinks and picks up her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m off to be the middleman with Raffaele and those guys. I’ll see you later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She makes it halfway to the door, pauses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turns back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sits on the edge of the bed beside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I’ll see you later,\" she says in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands cup my breasts again—gently. Reverently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gives them a soft squeeze. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s okay even if she laughs at our relationship,\" she says to them, not me. \"She would never understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gape at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she leans in, presses a kiss to my cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walks out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart is racing.\u003C\u002Fp>",1105,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","baaa412e72fd6e682bd5f6f51f53507badce678922e96a59b63c4ed69ca5894c","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-141","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-139",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]