[{"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-296":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},1854635,2462,"Chapter 296: Stalker","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-296",296,"\u003Cp>Chapter 295\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daphne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve had a little stalker these days in the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s terrible at hiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The past couple of weeks, as I’ve been painting...nothing really, let’s call itabstractexpressionism, and there she is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My beloved, on the garden patio, \"reading\" a book. A book whose pages never flip. Not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, I put my brush down, stretching my neck, and walk to the edge of my balcony to check if she’s still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garden is bathed in soft moonlight, and there she is—curled up on the patio chair, the book fallen from her lap onto the grass. Asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in my chest cracks open, just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t take the stairs. I don’t take the path. Habits from my time as a panther linger in my bones,the easy calculation of distance, the silent fall. I grip the railing and vault over, landing in a crouch on the soft grass below. No sound. No disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stalk toward her, movements deliberate, unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s so peaceful in sleep. The tension that usually lives in her shoulders, in the careful set of her mouth, all gone. Replaced by softness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squat beside her chair, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. A strand of honey-brown hair has fallen across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reach out, brushing it back with fingers that tremble slightly, she’s so precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s so beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I trace the line of her face with my eyes, memorizing every detail even though I know I’ll carry them forever. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows. The sweep of her dark lashes against her cheeks, fluttering occasionally with dreams. The elegant bridge of her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The constellation of freckles scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose like a map of somewhere I want to travel. Her lips, slightly parted, soft and pink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s amazing, really. Each time this happens; each world, each new face—she looks so different yet so achingly similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, slowly, I slide one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back. I lift her, cradling her against my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t stir. Instead, she makes a small, content sound and snuggles closer, her face turning toward the warmth of my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t help my smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I carry her toward the house, my steps sure and silent. Through the garden, through the side door, up the back stairs that servants use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bring her to my room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could take her to her room,it’s just down the hall, closer, safer, more appropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why would I do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would I put distance between us when every cell in my body screams to keep her close?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lay her on my bed, the covers already turned down from my own restless night. She looks so small against the massive headboard, so peaceful. I sit on the edge and carefully remove her slippers, setting them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her robe is next—a soft, silk thing that I slide from her shoulders, replacing it with the blanket. She murmurs something, snuggling deeper into the pillows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding into bed with her, the moment my head hits the pillow, she moves instinctively and unconsciously curling toward me like a flower following the sun. Her head finds my shoulder. Her hand rests on my chest. Her breath evens out, deepening into true sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time since I woke up in this world,I sleep peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The awareness creeps in slowly, dragging me from the depths of the best sleep I’ve had in months. Something is wrong. Something is pressing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on my chest, face smushed against my shoulder, is my sister-in-law. Her honey-brown hair is a riot of tangles. Her lips are slightly parted. And there’s a small, damp patch on my shirt where she’s been drooling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand has even migrated, underneath my shirt to hold my boob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s so cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s not what’s uncomfortable though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s what’s between my legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her leg has migrated during the night, sliding higher and higher until it’s pressed directly against—againstit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ThethingI try not to think about. Theappendagethat has no business being attached to my body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hold my breath as she shifts, her leg pressing harder against the evidence of my body’s betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I move away. Subtly. Carefully. Centimeter by centimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I extract myself from her embrace and sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling, cursing my fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all this time, after months of willful denial and strategic avoidance, my body has decided to remind me of its unwanted reality in the most mortifying way possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While lying next to the woman I love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look down. Beneath the blanket, there is a suspiciously shaped tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at Vivienne, still sleeping peacefully, still beautiful, still completely unaware of my internal crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sigh again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I get up and head for the shower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t relieve myself. I don’t touch the problem. I just stand under ice-cold water, arms braced against the tile, head bowed, willing my treacherous body to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water runs cold. Then colder. Eventually, my body gets the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step out, grab a towel, and try to compose myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivienne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snuggle even closer into the warmth, burying my face in the pillow. It’s so comfortable here. So warm. It smells good and somehow familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smells like Daphne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>LikeDaphne?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes blink open, slow and confused. Why would my bed smell like my fiancée’s sister?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I push myself up on my elbows, looking around.The curtains are drawn, but soft morning light edges around them. The bed is massive, the sheets tangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look down at myself. I’m still in my nightdress—the thin, silk shift I wore last night. My robe is gone. I spot it folded neatly on a chair near the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did I—?\u003C\u002Fp>",990,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","455e447d7a812c32f34e3a58280135c9f6a32343a4b9566b0ce17886cb780fe4","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-297","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-295",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]