[{"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-210":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},1854848,2462,"Chapter 210: Big plans","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-210",210,"\u003Cp>Chapter 210\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poppy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I actually forgot about Felix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I guide him toward the bed—my new bed, with the upgraded mattress and soft bedding that doesn’t scratch my skin or creak when I shift. It smells faintly of lavender oil and cedarwood polish now. Luxury. Clean. Quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are perks to being friendly with a predator like Daphne. Okay, maybe \"friends\" is a reach. I may have mentioned my roommate in passing—and with one swipe of her hand and a flash of annoyance, the girl was gone. Reassigned to a different dorm, my room completely redone the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously, if this is what she can do for me with amutteredcomplaint, what is she doing for Nima?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New plan: don’t just fake being friends with Nima.Actually be her friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felix sits down beside me, hesitantly, his weight pressing into the mattress like he’s unsure he belongs here. I pour him a glass of water—yes, my room has a proper table and pitcher now—and hand it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accepts it wordlessly, his eyes trailing across the small space, noting everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The neatly stacked books. The soft throw blanket. The snack tray on the table. The silence that doesn’t echo with anyone else’s breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seems like there’s been changes here,\" he says, his tone neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrug, casual. \"Well, seems like there are perks to being in the good graces of a high-class noble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw shifts slightly, but he just hums. \"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reaches for the tray and picks up one of the treats, holding it between his fingers. \"Are these... importedbloodrootgrapes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckle, brushing invisible lint from my thigh. \"The very same. Apparently, they’re grown in mineral-rich soil from the eastern cliffs. Good for hair shine and digestion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pops one into his mouth, and I offer him the glass again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He takes a sip, places it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shift closer, smooth and practiced, and reach for his shirt. The buttons are familiar territory. My fingers work one loose, then another, exposing a sliver of golden skin beneath. My nails drag just slightly as I move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest rises once—then halts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t what I’m here for, Poppy,\" he says, his voice quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I roll my eyes. Of course itisn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that doesn’t stop my hand from traveling lower, to the very obvious hardness between his legs. I cup it gently, press my palm against the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure,\" I whisper, my voice dipped in sweet disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lean in and kiss him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth responds, hesitant. Delayed. Like a reflex he hasn’t had time to question yet. But he’s kissing me back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushes me onto the bed—my new bed, freshly made with the finest sheets I’ve ever owned. For someone who wasn’t here for this, he’s suspiciously enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My bed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New sheets?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh hell no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait,\" I say, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks surprised, brows lifting as he sits up. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not messing up my bed,\" I say, already slipping off the edge. \"I don’t have attendants to do my laundry, Felix.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drop to my knees on the soft rug, flicking my tail with practiced ease as I lean forward, palms bracing me on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t act like we haven’t done it in worse places,\" I purr, glancing over my shoulder. \"Or are we above the floor now, Mr.Leonhart?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckles, low and rich, and the sound of his belt coming undone follows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel him move behind me, that predator grace, slow and sure. His hand slides along the curve of my spine, then down—until it grabs my tail and gives it a firm tug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ow,\" I say, for show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quit lying,\" he murmurs, his voice hot against my ear. \"We both know you’re not in pain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laugh, breathy, letting my head fall forward as he settles behind me. We know each other too well. Every angle. Every sound. Every weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s too big. He always is. But the burn, the ache, is the kind that curls my toes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pleasure in the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he moves is confident, practiced—like this is the one place he knows who he is. Inside someone. Claiming them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And me? I pretend it’s love. For just a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if I pretend hard enough, I might convince myself he’s still mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I know deep down...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m scanning the field trip accommodations when the scent of uncertainty drifts in. Subtle. Familiar. A twitch of nervous energy that scrapes the air like a dull blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another bunny enters—hesitant steps, clutching her bag too tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poppy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t say anything as she walks in, just lowers herself onto the single guest chair by the wall like it might bite her. Smart girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I take my time finishing the note I was scribbling before lifting my eyes to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see someone had a visit from a little lion last night,\" I say lightly, like I’m commenting on the weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze snaps up, narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t look at me like that,\" I continue, lips curling. \"He was clearly marking his territory. Have youseenyour neck?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands fly to the bruised skin, covering the evidence as if that will somehow erase it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poppy, my sweet Poppy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Affection Level: 65%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down from seventy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably not because of anything I’ve done. Quite the opposite. I make small efforts—tiny gestures, little shifts of convenience and luxury. Things her darling Felix either forgets or never thinks to provide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not subtle. I don’t want to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want her to notice the contrast though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m genuinely curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will the affection level drop even lower?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stretch lazily, flipping the page of the accommodation file again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m looking forward to this field trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have something big planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when my bunny walks into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I toss the notes aside without a second glance. It doesn’t matter now—not when she’s here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My full attention shifts to her, like it always does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pauses at the door, ears twitching, shoulders stiff—but not frozen. Not like before. She flinches at the weight of my gaze, but she doesn’t bolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m glad she’s no longer a shivering mess every time I look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I’m also... sad she’s not a shivering mess anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>",1066,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","3691ff0a6c55661799468e6fc8177bf7a04b8d7bede890eeb901e5ff1b11c231","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-211","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-209",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]