Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

After replying to Sally's message, Harry opened the message from Anya again.

Anya: Brother Harry, are you free today?

Anya: Brother, are you there?

Anya: Brother, my submission was rejected by the editors of royelred.com—they have no vision and no appreciation! I'm so angry! These editors are simply illiterate! They even said my writing is too long-winded and has no theme! They don't understand literature at all! They're just uneducated losers! They don't know what a good work is! Their education is definitely not as high as mine...

Harry looked at the long list of complaints sent by Anya and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha... the girl with a baby face and big breasts is really interesting. Her submission was rejected, and she blamed the editor for having no vision... But it's okay. After being hit hard, I can go and comfort her!"

Harry stroked his chin, and the image of Anya's full, bulging breasts surfaced in his mind.

Anya's breasts were definitely a G+ cup.

What was even more striking was her baby face. It was no exaggeration to say she had the face of an angel but the body of a bombshell.

She was even better than the porn actress Ai Uehara.

Harry had no idea where that bastard Ben had found such a top-tier beauty.

"We should hurry up and make a move while she's still a virgin. It'd be a shame if that bastard Ben gets to her first!"

Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He had nothing to do that afternoon anyway, and since he couldn't get involved with Clara and Nancy for the time being, he might as well go find Anya and see if there was any chance to make progress with her.

Compared to Nancy, Harry was actually more interested in Anya. Nancy was pretty and had a good temperament, but her figure was too slim, and her breasts weren't big enough—not really his type.

However, there was one strange thing: the system had never issued any tasks involving Anya.

Even though Harry was clearly very interested in her.

Just as he was thinking about how to conquer Anya, the system suddenly issued a task:

[Ding! Main Welfare Mission unlocked!]

[Target—Anya]

[Host, please have consensual sex with Anya, no matter what means are used.]

[If Anya violently resists or if social ruin occurs after the act, the mission will be deemed a failure, and a restart will be triggered.]

[Mission reward: One God-tier Lucky Draw!]

"Huh? Main Welfare Mission?" Harry stared at the translucent system prompt in surprise, blinking curiously.

This time, the main mission was slightly different from previous ones.

Not only was it called a "welfare" mission, but the reward was also unusual.

A God-tier Lucky Draw?

What kind of reward was that?

The last time he got a lucky draw, it was triggered by a random option, and he'd been extremely lucky to score a critical hit.

That was how he'd gotten two rewards, including the magical Substitute Doll.

This time, the system was directly offering a lucky draw—and a God-tier one at that!

He had no idea what kind of rewards it might give!

"Interesting! If the system calls it 'God-tier,' it must be something incredible!"

With that, Harry's anticipation for Anya grew even stronger. He was more eager than ever to conquer this baby-faced, big-breasted beauty—and to put a massive cuckold on his cousin Ben!

Harry: Anya, I was busy earlier and didn't see your message. I'm so sorry!

Harry tentatively replied to Anya's message.

Anya seemed to be glued to her phone because she responded instantly.

Anya: It's okay, brother-in-law! All my submissions got rejected! What should I do? I don't want to waste this opening I worked so hard on for days! You have to help me! Please think of something! I just know that if this novel gets published and an editor promotes it properly, it'll attract tons of readers and become a huge hit!

Reading Anya's confident message, Harry couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and pity.

Seeing her like this reminded him of when he'd first started writing—back when he'd been just as self-assured. It had taken multiple rejections for him to adjust his mindset.

Harry: The editors at those sites just have terrible taste, and they deliberately suppress newcomers! Don't worry, they'll regret it later! How about this—are you free now? I'll come to your place and help you submit to a bigger site!

I know some editors there, and if I pull some strings, I can get your book heavily promoted! With the right backing, you'll become an overnight sensation! Once you're famous, publishing deals, comic adaptations, even movie and TV rights will follow naturally! You'll be a gorgeous writer, a gorgeous screenwriter, maybe even a gorgeous director!

Anya: Really, Brother Harry?! You think so too? You really think my book is good enough to be a hit?!

Anya: I knew it! Those editors were way too harsh. How could editors at such big sites be so short-sighted and unprofessional?! Turns out they're just suppressing newcomers! Ugh, corruption everywhere! They must be jealous of my talent!

Anya: Actually, I never considered becoming a big-screen writer or director. My goal is just to get published and join the Writers Association. I'd be content as an author. Since childhood, my dream has been to become an elegant female writer! Brother Harry, do you think I can do it?

As expected, all failures in the world follow the same pattern.

Most people write books just to get published, join the Writers Association, and call themselves "authors."

Almost no one enters online literature with the goal of making money.

It's like when we were kids, and teachers asked about our dreams. Back then, most kids said they wanted to be police officers, soldiers, scientists, doctors—noble, public-serving professions.

They all chased honor and prestige.

But once you step into society and hit a wall, you realize—honor and prestige are bullshit. In this ruthless capitalist world, everyone only cares about money and power. Nothing matters more than wealth, nothing trumps influence!

After entering society, almost everyone's dream shifts to climbing the ladder and making bank.

Those who became police officers, scientists, soldiers, doctors—they've long forgotten their original aspirations. Now, it's all about money and power.

"How nostalgic! I miss the purity of when I first started writing web novels. Honestly, if someone could hold onto ideals like that, it'd be its own kind of greatness."

Harry suddenly set aside his disdain for Anya and sighed softly.

Harry: You can do it. You absolutely can, Anya. I believe in you!

Maybe I can help Anya fulfill the dream I never could.

Anya: Really?! Brother Harry! I was about to give up today after those rejection emails! But with your support, I feel confident again! So… when are you free? I can't wait to get my book published!

Seeing Anya take the bait, Harry licked his lips excitedly and replied impatiently:

Harry: How about this—I'm free right now. Are you home? I'll come over. Some things are too complicated to explain over text. I'll help you reach out to an editor I know and walk you through the publishing process.

Anya: Okay, okay! Brother Harry! That's perfect! I'm home now—come quickly!

"So eager to get fucked, huh?"

Harry smirked darkly. The thought of Anya's voluptuous curves made his pulse quicken, his breathing ragged.

Harry: Got it. Sending your address.

Anya: [Location sent]

Anya: Brother Harry, I'm at No. 8, Building 5, Seabreeze Ave. Call me when you arrive—I'll come down to meet you! There's a parking lot behind my building with plenty of spots.

Anya was considerate—not only sending her address but even detailing parking logistics.

Harry's mood brightened instantly, energy surging through him.

Seeing Anya's address sent his heart racing with excitement—and a flicker of nerves.

After all, he was about to visit the home of Anya, the baby-faced bombshell, alone. If luck was on his side, maybe she'd be home by herself.

Even better—her bedroom.

A man and a woman, alone together. If he played his cards right, even if he couldn't seal the deal immediately, just getting his hands on those magnificent breasts would be a win.

Harry chuckled lewdly, already strategizing how to charm Anya and claim his god-tier reward.

Past experience taught him: luxury gifts = instant favor.

In Harry's mind, all women loved luxury.

And all men loved beautiful women.

Wasn't Wanda over the moon when he gifted her that Cartier watch?

Hazel, Clara, Elena, Hana, Sally…

Every woman he'd met was the same.

Thus, Harry's golden rule formed: "Bags cure all ills. Luxury is the master key to a woman's body."

No hesitation. After finalizing his plan, Harry freshened up, dashed downstairs, and floored his beat-up Toyota to the mall. Without a second thought, he swiped 30,000 USD on a Louis Vuitton bag, then sped toward Anya's apartment, pulse pounding with anticipation.