[{"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-206":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},1854844,2462,"Chapter 206: Fragile","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-206",206,"\u003Cp>Chapter 206\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m being patriotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m saving the kingdom from a fifty-year civil war caused by Felix’s dick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That should qualify me for a damn medal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that anyone would believe me if I said it aloud. Excuse me, I’m here to prevent dynastic collapse by emotionally sabotaging a himbo lion and his future baby mamas. Yeah. That’d go over real well with the headmistress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I yawn, stretching as I exit my dorm, tail flicking lazily behind me. Most days, I skip class. Who’s going to stop me? Certainly not the professors who flinch when I walk by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, there’s a joint session between the third-years and us second-years. Which means—drumroll—Felix and four of his current harem roster will be there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bingo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk into the hall late, on purpose. Let the tension build.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few heads turn. Not because I’m particularly loud or flashy—I’m not. But people have learned to glance up when I enter a room. The professors go quiet, students elbow their friends. It’s the usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s not usual is what flashes discreetly in the corner of my vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SYSTEM 404: HAREM SCAN ENGAGED.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirk to myself. So itdoeswork in real time. How charming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I head toward my seat, the text begins rolling in—clean, clinical, and quietly damning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=Poppy Longear\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Race: Rabbit Beastman\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection Level: 70%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profile Summary: Insecure. Territorial. Smart enough to play nice but observant enough to bite when ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Material Motivation: High.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notes: Uses sex to stay relevant. Deeply jealous of noble-born competitors. Knows her place but resents it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risk Level: High.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lira Moonfox\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Race: Fox Beastman (Elder Twin)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection Level: 60%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profile Summary: Clingy. Performative. Addicted to attention and status more than actual romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Public Affection Dependence: Extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notes: Would rather be admired than loved. Dangerous only when ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risk Level: Low–Moderate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lani Moonfox\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Race: Fox Beastman (Younger Twin)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection Level: 40%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profile Summary: Quietly competitive. Doesn’t truly like Felix—wants to be chosen over her sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notes: All ambition, no genuine attachment. Simmering resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risk Level: High, but indirect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Velesia Coilsong\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Race: Snake Beastman\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection Level: 90%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profile Summary: Insecure. Loyal to a fault. Trained from birth to serve the royal line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Self-Worth Issues: Severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notes: Might die for him if asked. And smile while doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risk Level: Unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lumiya Snowfrost\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Race: Snow Leopard Beastman\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection Level: 50%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profile Summary: Proud. Controlled. Strategic. Bloodline loyalist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>View of Felix: Not worthy... yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notes: Wants a king, not a boy. Watching him. Judging him. Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risk Level: High—especially if disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lean my chin in my hand, smile curling. Now this... this is rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A public show, five girls in varying degrees of obsession, pride, and instability, all orbiting the same gold-maned idiot in the center of the room—tail twitching, basking in their attention like he’s already king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has no idea how fragile this all is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I click my tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such a mess,\" I whisper, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft thud pulls my attention—Poppy flouncing onto Felix’s lap like she owns the place. She laughs too loudly, clings too tightly. Her tail’s twitching in uneven, anxious jerks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s marking her territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with scent, not with violence—but with performance. A girl who knows she’s the underdog, but still plays to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watch her smile up at him, then glance sideways toward Lumiya, whose frosty gaze doesn’t shift—but her tail coils once, slow and tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix, to his credit, looks pleased. Or at least, trying to appear pleased. But his hand hesitates a fraction before landing on Poppy’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s trying to keep the peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now on which side of the scale should I tilt to break the balance, hmmmnn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decisions, decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lecturer strolls in—some shaggy, frazzled-looking man with curled sheep horns and a permanent air of regret. Poppy finally slides off Felix’s lap, smoothing her skirt like her dignity wasn’t just folded up under his thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class begins. Something about interspecies peace treaties and ancient feasts. History, blah blah. There’s mention of a field trip coming up. That earns a flick of interest from most students, but not me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My attention?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowhere near the lecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even on the harem anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There she is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My bunny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting perfectly still between a badger shifter and what I assume is a confused lizard boy, she blends in like camouflage silk—low presence, unassuming posture, note-taking as if her life depends on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thinks I can’t see her like this. That she can blend in, disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweetheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I see you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then comes the kicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about a trio group pairing for the field trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I perk up. The classroom stirs. Names are being jotted down. Some brave souls already forming alliances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stretch my arms behind my head, cracking my spine as I glance lazily at the antlered boy beside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey,\" I murmur, draping my arm around his shoulders like we’re best friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stiffens. Whimpers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor thing reeks of hay and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring me that Longear,\" I say, tilting my head toward Poppy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw drops. \"P-Poppy Longear?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You heard me,\" I reply, letting my tail flick under his chin, tapping it once. A little pat of menace. He flinches beautifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the row, a deer boy tries to make himself one with the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you,\" I say sweetly, pointing my tail at him. \"Bring me that Longear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gesture toward her. My bunny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He visibly gulps, scanning the class like maybe I meant someone else. I smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rises immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two herbivores scurrying off to fetch me rabbits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, I should get that printed on a shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watch as Poppy Longear parts from Felix’s little circle of adoration. The entire harem turns to stare at me—like I’ve just farted in the middle of a royal banquet. Felix squints, visibly trying to figure out why me, why her, and why now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the untrained eye, it looks random. A whim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to those who know me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s part of the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grandmaster Play. Step 1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poppy walks toward me, hesitant but composed. She’s been around long enough to recognize a higher predator, and to know when it’s smarter not to fight the current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t even look at her. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because something far more important happens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turns toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My bunny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught mid-denial. Still pretending this is all a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But we make eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her ears twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smile—soft, serene, non-threatening. The kind of smile people give babies or lost puppies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She goes pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t the reaction I was going for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other boy nudges her gently from the side, saying something under his breath. She hesitates, the perfect picture of reluctant prey, and then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She starts walking toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step calculated. Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she’s approaching a cliff she might be asked to jump off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come closer.\u003C\u002Fp>",1156,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","ed81a879944fec3c3dd298392ce44677ffcb9ea3aa51d7eb9036a5abdb904f93","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-207","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-205",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]