[{"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-73":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},1854662,2462,"Chapter 73: Changed","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>Chapter 73 – Cedric POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arrest him!\" I command, my voice ringing through the corridor like a whipcrack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards don’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two armored men seize the trembling accountant by both arms. His face drains of color, his powdered wig askew, mouth still flapping in pathetic disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—wait, Your Grace, surely this is a misunderstanding—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I toss the ledger onto the floor at his feet. Pages flutter open like a broken bird. The ink is still wet from my annotations. Red circles, slashed lines—calculated theft. Years of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You skimmed nearly two hundred gold from the food allocations alone,\" I say coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The kitchen staff haven’t received fair wages in five years. And this—\" I jab a gloved finger at the open record, \"—this is falsified grain tax. I traced it to your cousin’s estate. Funny how the numbers always balance in your favor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapses to his knees, dragged back up immediately by the guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I-I was just following orders!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you can explain yourself in prison,\" I say. \"Or to the Crown’s magistrate, when the audit is complete.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His protests are swallowed by the stone hallway as they drag him away. I watch in silence until the sound of his boots scraping stone disappears completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I finally exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My first move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vassal family’s accountant, publicly arrested for corruption. It might not seem like much to the nobles, but the staff saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in this world, where they’re treated like shadows—they remember who notices them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pageboy peeks from around a corner, eyes wide. A scullery maid stands frozen in the stairwell with a basket of linens, mouth slightly open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re whispering. Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s exactly what I want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t supposed to be someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back on Earth, I was nothing special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An overweight IT guy with bad posture and worse luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No social skills. No confidence. No legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to fantasize about this kind of life—power, position, a castle, a wife... a harem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that I’m here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reality is suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, I return to my office and gesture to Merin—my maid, the only one who actually updates me on the real status of the estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She follows with a clipboard. That’s right. I had a clipboard made. Took two weeks of arguing with the carpenter and bribes to the steward, but it’s mine now. Call it petty, but I need small wins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s next?\" I ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The armory,\" she replies. \"There’s a report of missing swords and low-quality armor being delivered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect. Let’s crack another skull.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She almost smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted, I drop into my office chair like a man collapsing after battle. Which, to be fair, I am. Just a different kind of war—paperwork, secrets, ledgers, and the weight of centuries-old corruption pressing into my spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, I won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rooted out another nest of vipers. Spies disguised as stewards, cooks, even the stable master—gone. Each one removed under the pretense of embezzlement, mismanagement, or incompetence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All legitimate, all carefully documented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A step in the right direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I close my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merin’s hands are steady as she massages my shoulders, her fingers finding the knots of tension buried deep in my back. She’s good at this. Too good. I should ask how she learned—but I don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I let my head drop forward, the tension bleeding out of me in waves. Her touch is soothing, almost clinical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I fall asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know how long I’m out—minutes? Half an hour?—but something pulls me back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shift in the air. A different kind of pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s movement below my waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I jerk slightly, startled, only to meet her calm, unreadable gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merin? What’s hap—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She interrupts with a firm grip on my waistband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s part of my duties, Your Grace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic flickers in my chest—but not enough to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Duties?\" I say, weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t have to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please allow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice is as gentle as always. Polite. Passive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this is just another checkbox in her day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I... don’t stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I’m a man. Because part of me wants to believe this is fine. Normal. Deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if I say no, I might break the fragile illusion I’ve built—that I’m in control now. That I have control at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I stay silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I let it happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers are precise. Mechanical. There’s no heat in it, no seduction. It’s almost clinical—the way someone might sharpen a blade or clean a desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that makes it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I close my eyes again, but not to enjoy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I can’t stop wondering: Why is she doing this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it loyalty? Obedience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does she think I want this? Expect this? Is this just another service expected of a maid in this twisted world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the most damning thought of all—am I justifying it because it feels good to be wanted for once?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it’s fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it’s empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it’s just another lie I’m telling myself to get through the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve done so much to take back my power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To become someone new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To stop being that spineless man I used to be—ignored, laughed at, invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as I sit here, in my high-backed chair, pants undone, hands working over me in silent servitude...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wonder if I’ve really changed at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it’s over, she fixes my clothes with the same calm efficiency, not meeting my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no smugness. No shame. Just that same, quiet expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if she simply finished dusting a shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shall I bring your tea now, Your Grace?\" she asks softly, adjusting the buttons on my tunic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mouth opens—then closes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s all I can manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bows and slips out the door without a sound, leaving me alone in my chair, heartbeat still irregular, thoughts spiraling in too many directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel... hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justdrained.\u003C\u002Fp>",1002,"2026-06-09T07:29:29.584Z",1,"novelbin.me","dea69de00e38cb57bb4b26019f264a85d1170d1c93c7cf7e70a29abb0decc2e2","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-74","qt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-chapter-72",399,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fqt-i-hijacked-a-harem-system-and-now-i-m-ruining-cover.jpg"]