Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 302: Hatred

"Good! This is our Napier, my good brother!"

Harry smiled and patted Napier on the shoulder. After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "You may not be able to be a manager at the beginning. You still need to learn the basics, but the salary will not be less than 10,000. As long as you are willing to learn and work hard, I promise that by the end of the year, I can let you be the head of a department."

"Okay! Brother Harry! I... I will definitely work hard!" Napier nodded seriously, a gleam of hope shining in his eyes.

Over the years, due to his mother’s illness, Napier’s family had almost exhausted all their savings, and his salary was barely enough to cover her medical expenses.

Because he frequently took leave to take his mother to the hospital and care for her, Napier had no room for career growth in his company.

Given his family situation, marriage was out of the question—no one even bothered to introduce him to potential partners.

Harry’s offer not only solved the problem of his mother’s medical treatment but also secured his job. Suddenly, Napier saw a glimmer of hope in life and found a path forward.

This brotherhood, this kindness, brought tears to his eyes, filling his heart with gratitude toward Harry.

"Brother Harry... your kindness to me... I... I really don’t know how to repay you... As long as you can use me! I..." Napier’s face flushed with excitement. Choking up slightly, he picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp.

"Alright! Brat, do I need to ask you to go through fire and water? I just want you to help me keep an eye on things. After all, I have shares, and it won’t work without someone trustworthy. When I was a kid, I often ate at your house for free. Auntie always treated me like her own son. Now that she’s sick, I’m practically half her son—of course I have to help."

Harry patted Napier on the shoulder, raised his glass, and said to everyone with a smile, "To a better tomorrow for us brothers, to us always staying brothers—cheers!!"

"Cheers!!"

...

The table was a mess, and the brothers drank until midnight. Harry felt an overwhelming happiness in his heart—he hadn’t been this happy in years.

Being with these childhood brothers made Harry feel like he had returned to his carefree youth. The pressures of life vanished in that moment, leaving only brotherly camaraderie and hearty laughter.

What had just happened made the brothers respect Harry even more. Harry also knew that their bond was genuine, but at this age, interests were a major factor in any relationship.

The world runs on profit—people hustle for it, and chaos stems from it.

Pure emotions couldn’t last forever. Only by bringing benefits to others could a group stay united.

Harry could clearly sense that after his generous display of strength, his brothers’ attitudes toward him had subtly shifted.

They respected him more, and even their words and actions carried a hint of flattery.

They might not even realize it themselves.

Especially Napier. After Harry arranged a job for him and promised to help with his mother’s medical treatment, his demeanor unconsciously took on a subordinate-like quality. He began catering to Harry in every way, treating him like a superior.

Harry was accustomed to this kind of change. After all, these guys had been his little followers since childhood, always trailing behind him, taking orders, and calling him "Brother Harry."

Back in elementary school, when Harry led them to steal sugarcane, roast sweet potatoes, or mess around with small animals in the mountains, these boys had obeyed his every command without question.

When they left the restaurant, everyone was half-drunk and half-awake.

For once, Harry let himself get drunk, a rare occurrence. His head spun, the world tilting around him. His body felt weightless, his mind free of worries, filled only with pure joy and relaxation.

He barely remembered how he got home. The last hazy fragments were of Freddy and Freddy’s girlfriend helping him inside, then a soft, milky-scented figure guiding him to his room.

In his daze, he heard a sweet, gentle voice calling his name.

Harry forced his eyes open. In the dim light, he saw a woman with fair skin, bright eyes, and long hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a loose nightgown, her expression full of concern as she gazed at him.

Harry shook his head with difficulty, struggling to focus.

The woman’s voice grew clearer.

"Harry... Harry..., drink some water. Why did you drink so much? Really! Have some tea to sober up!..."

As her voice sharpened, waves of her frankincense-like fragrance washed over him, making his mind drift even further.

The scene before him gradually clarified, plump, round, snow-white breasts threatening to spill from the neckline of her nightgown. With every slight movement, they swayed like ripe papayas, unbearably tempting.

The soft breast flesh trembled with snow-white ripples, and the rich milk moistened the nipple covers. Even with the nipple covers wrapped, a lot of milky white milk still overflowed.

The faint milk fragrance mixed with the fragrance of the woman’s hair and the warm body scent, like an aphrodisiac, constantly stimulating Harry’s anesthetized nerves!

The magnificent scenery that suddenly appeared before his eyes made the drunk Harry suddenly alert. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he felt dry-mouthed and hot all over.

Half-drunk and half-awake, Harry’s consciousness was still in a state of confusion. Such a beautiful sight instantly aroused his lust, and blood rushed to his brain. The drunk Harry’s remaining rationality was gone!

"Sister-in-law!! Sister-in-law!! I love you so much!!" Without any reason, Harry did whatever came to mind, regardless of whether Ruth was willing or not, and regardless of the consequences. He just reached out and hugged Ruth, burying his head in her loose collar.

"Ah!!~~~Harry!! What are you doing?!!! No!~~~Let me go!~~~" Ruth, who had been taking care of Harry with concern, panicked at her brother-in-law’s sudden assault and screamed, "Harry!! I’m your sister-in-law!~~~No!~~No!~~~Let me go!~~~Let go!!! You’re drunk!! Harry! You’re so insolent!!"

Faced with Ruth’s fierce struggle and cries of shame and anger, the drunk Harry didn’t care at all. He suddenly pressed Ruth onto the bed, roughly grabbing her loose, thin nightgown with his hands and tugging violently, tearing the collar open with a fierce rip!

A pair of snow-white, perky, round, and upright breasts sprang free like two plump rabbits!

Because she had already put the child to sleep, Ruth had been woken by Freddy and the others bringing Harry home, so she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her body was bare beneath the loose nightgown, the only cover being the two nipple shields.

"Ah!!~~~Harry!~~What are you doing?!! Are you crazy!! Let me go!~~~No!~~I’m your sister-in-law!!!...You bastard!!" Ruth shrieked in horror, desperately trying to block Harry’s rough hands from groping her chest.

But how could Ruth, a woman, possibly overpower a strong man like Harry?

Harry fiercely grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the sides as his hot body pressed against her delicate frame. His alcohol-laced breath came in heavy pants as he stared greedily at her full, milky breasts, begging in a crazed rush: "Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! Let me suck your milk! I need it! Please, satisfy me!!"

"No!! No!! Harry!! I’m your sister-in-law!! You bastard!! Your brother will kill you!! Get off!! Ah!!! Let me go!!!" Ruth screamed in terror, her slender legs kicking wildly as her breasts trembled under her shaking body—swaying left and right like heavy water balloons.

The rich liquid continued to overflow from the nipple covers, coating the snow-white mounds and driving Harry even wilder with lust.

"Rrragh!~~" Harry growled excitedly, suddenly taking the wet nipple into his mouth and tearing the shield away with a wet spit to the side.

Freed from restraint, the pent-up milk sprayed out in a flood.

The sweet liquid gushed like a fountain, drenching the plump, tender flesh.

Harry had completely lost his mind. He took the stiff nipple into his mouth and began gulping greedily.

His sister-in-law’s milk was sweet and fragrant, like cream with a faint musk—utterly satisfying to Harry’s thirst.

[Intimacy with sister-in-law Ruth -140 (-100 hatred)]