Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Anya's home was not far from the Mackerel family's, and the elevated road was relatively empty at that time. Harry rushed all the way and arrived at the community that Anya mentioned on WhatsApp in just half an hour.

Most of the houses in this community were resettlement homes. Judging from Anya's situation, she was likely part of a relocated household.

Owning a three-story townhouse here, even if it was only 85 square meters, was a considerable fortune given current housing prices.

It was a pity that the sale and purchase of self-built houses on resettlement land wasn't permitted.

After Harry parked the car in the parking lot as Anya had instructed, he opened WhatsApp and made a voice call to her.

Soon, Harry saw the garage shutter door behind a nearby townhouse slowly roll up.

Anya's pretty figure appeared behind the garage of a townhouse in front of the parking lot, her eyes darting around nervously.

From the car, Harry noticed Anya was wearing a white gauze dress. The neckline clung tightly to her full, swollen breasts, which bulged prominently like two large orbs. The dress strained against her chest, squeezing out a deep, enticing cleavage.

The white dress looked almost like a nightgown.

Against its delicate fabric, Anya's ample bosom appeared even more plump and alluring, exuding a temptation that invited fantasy.

The hem of the dress reached halfway down her smooth, round thighs. A sudden gust of wind caused the skirt to flutter, lifting it slightly. Harry caught glimpses of her milky thighs and the pink panties peeking out from beneath.

As the breeze swept by, Anya, still scanning her surroundings, immediately bent over in embarrassment, pressing down on her skirt with one hand. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced around shyly. The wind tousled her bangs, and under the sunlight, the baby-faced girl with her voluptuous figure looked even more enchanting.

When Anya bent forward, Harry caught sight of the generous expanse of her chest. The deep cleavage shifted as her breasts swayed, making his eyes widen.

Excited and nervous, Harry quickly opened the car door and stepped out, waving to Anya in the distance.

"Anya, I'm here," he called out.

At that moment, another strong gust blew in, as if fate itself were aiding Harry. Anya's skirt lifted again.

Flustered, she reached behind her to hold down the back of her skirt but forgot about the front. The wind played with the ends of her hair, and under the golden sunlight, Anya—with her doll-like face and curvaceous body—looked irresistibly youthful and charming. The way she nervously clutched at her skirt reminded Harry of Marilyn Monroe's iconic pose.

As the dress fluttered, Harry caught a clear glimpse of Anya's pink panties, adorned with little red cherries. The sight only stoked the hunger burning inside him.

"Oh… Harry… Brother Harry… the wind is so strong today… this is so embarrassing! If I'd known… I would've changed before coming down!"

Blushing furiously under Harry's gaze—which lingered on her chest and the hem of her skirt—Anya turned around and dashed into the garage like a startled rabbit. Her ample bosom bounced wildly with each step, leaving Harry dizzy.

"Brother Harry, come in quickly! If the neighbors see… see a strange man visiting me… they'll gossip!" Anya whispered urgently from inside the garage, her eyes darting around nervously before she motioned for him to hurry.

The sun blazed overhead, and occasional strong winds howled through the community. At this hour, the place was nearly deserted.

But in a neighborhood like this, where most residents were from the same clan and shared the same surname, who knew if some elderly onlookers were secretly watching from behind their curtains?

Harry glanced around before swiftly stepping into Anya's garage.

As the door slowly descended behind him, Harry's breathing grew uneven. Standing before his cousin's girlfriend—Anya, with her childlike face and shockingly large breasts—he felt his heart pound harder.

Her youthful appearance, her voluptuous figure, and the fact that she was his annoying cousin's girlfriend—combined with the fact that they were now alone in her house for the first time—made Harry's excitement and nervousness spike.

"Anya... home... are you the only one at home? I... I thought your uncle and aunt were here too..." Harry nervously forced a smile, swallowed his saliva, and asked awkwardly.

"Well... I... my father is sick and in the hospital, and my mother is taking care of him... Usually... at home... I'm the only one..." Anya's face turned red with nervousness, suddenly regretting letting Harry come to her home alone.

When her parents weren't home, Anya always felt ashamed and nervous about bringing a strange man into the house by herself.

When Harry heard Anya mention her father's illness, he suddenly remembered the system's earlier prompt.

It seemed the reason Anya and Ben got together was because her father was sick and needed a lot of money. She was introduced to Ben and forced into a relationship, hoping to receive a large betrothal gift to cover her father's medical expenses.

"Is that so? How is your uncle doing now? What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" Harry asked with feigned concern.

"Ah... yes... it's uremia... still in the early stages... it can be treated... but... it just requires a lot of money..." Anya's face flushed with embarrassment as she led Harry upstairs, speaking hesitantly.

This was one of Anya's biggest vulnerabilities. Harry was naturally pleased that he could use money to increase her favorability and make his pursuit easier. Hearing her mention the financial strain, he immediately offered to lend her money without hesitation.

"Uremia is indeed expensive, Anya. Does your uncle have enough for treatment? If not, I can give you some. You can pay me back once you start earning from your writing." As they climbed the stairs, Harry deliberately lagged behind a few steps, taking the opportunity to glance up at Anya's snow-white legs and the gap beneath her skirt. From this angle, he could clearly see her plump buttocks and the pink panties hugging her thighs.

In the dim light, Harry could vaguely make out the outline of her panties tightly pressed against her, tracing the shape of her folds.

"Ah? This... I don't feel comfortable with this... Brother Harry... I... to be honest, my dad really needs a lot of money... My family's already deep in debt from his treatments... Ben promised to lend me money... but nothing's happened yet... I... I've mentioned it a few times..." Anya spoke shamefully, biting her lip in hesitation.

"How much does your uncle need for treatment?" Harry cut her off, pulling out his phone and quickly ascending the stairs. He stopped on the third-floor landing, looking at Anya seriously.