Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Chapter 473: Ivy

Hearing the veiled threat in Harry’s words, Margaret immediately changed her expression, a flash of panicked shame appearing in her eyes as she quickly backtracked, “You little brat, really~ Auntie wasn’t keeping you from eating because she didn’t want to, but because there’s nothing prepared at home, afraid you wouldn’t have a good meal~ Since you want to eat, Auntie will personally go prepare something for you right now!”

“Then thank you, Auntie!” Harry curled his lips into a wicked smile, deliberately acting affectionate as he grabbed Margaret’s arm to express his gratitude.

“Childhood embarrassments? What embarrassments? Cousin, tell me about it!” The girl, intrigued by Harry’s words, immediately asked him curiously.

“That’s not something I can tell you!” Harry replied mysteriously, boldly grabbing the girl’s hand and asking, “Cousin, I still don’t know your name?”

Ivy’s delicate, slender hand was soft, smooth, and warm as jade. Just holding it filled Harry with satisfaction.

The desire that Margaret had stirred up earlier and hadn’t yet subsided flared up again in Harry’s crotch, his penis swelling mightily once more, straining uncomfortably.

“Uh…” The girl frowned slightly in discomfort as Harry held her hand, replying perfunctorily, “My name is Ivy.”

With that, Ivy didn’t bother engaging with Harry further, awkwardly pulling her hand free and turning to cling affectionately to Margaret, saying, “Mom, I’m actually hungry too~ What delicious food are we having at home today? It’s been so long since I’ve been back, I’ve been craving your homemade braised eggplant every day!”

Harry could tell that Ivy seemed very close to Margaret, while Margaret was visibly tense and nervous because of his presence. Though mother and daughter had very different temperaments, they looked strikingly similar, like a younger Margaret standing beside her older self. It was a breathtaking sight that would surely captivate any man who saw them.

If he could conquer this mother-daughter pair and make them submit beneath him, it would be absolutely delightful~ The pleasure of it would be indescribable!

“It’s already so late, how come you haven’t eaten yet? Mom didn’t have the maid prepare anything today, and there aren’t any groceries at home…” Margaret shot Harry a wary glance, remembering that she had dismissed the maid earlier to let Harry in, and no lunch had been prepared.

At the mention of food, Margaret herself began to feel hungry.

The intense, thrilling affair with Harry had drained her energy, and now her stomach growled audibly.

“I did eat, but I’ve been dieting lately, so I didn’t eat much~ Now that I think about your braised eggplant, Mom, I’m hungry again!”

Ivy cooed, tugging at Margaret’s hand. “Mom, why don’t you cook for me just this once? Make a few dishes~ We have a guest over anyway, you can’t just serve him leftovers, right?”

“It’s so late… cooking now… why don’t we just go out to eat instead…” Margaret glanced at her Cartier watch, hesitating.

What she feared most was Caleb or Jian coming home. While it was easier to deceive her rarely-home daughter Ivy about Harry’s presence, if Caleb returned, he might see through her lies immediately. As for her son Jian, that was even worse—Jian and Harry were sworn enemies and already knew each other. If Jian came back and saw Harry in the house, things would escalate badly.

So, Margaret just wanted to get Harry out of the house as quickly as possible. Her heart was pounding with anxiety, making it impossible to relax. She had no mood to cook at all.

Preparing a meal would take over an hour, and at any moment during that time, Caleb or Jian could return.

“Auntie, Cousin already said so~ Why don’t you cook a few dishes for us? Restaurant food can’t compare to your homemade meals. Besides, Cousin doesn’t come home often, right? Even if you won’t entertain me as a guest, you should cook for her sake~ If you think it’s too much trouble, I can help. I’m not a great cook, but I can at least assist.”

Harry grinned at Margaret, his smile full of mischief. The more nervous and desperate she was to get rid of him, the more he wanted to stay and tease her, watching her flustered and ashamed.

The thrill of toying with Margaret right in front of her daughter excited him immensely.

Margaret glared at Harry resentfully. Though she was furious inside, she gritted her teeth and reluctantly agreed to Ivy’s request. “Fine, fine~ Go sit over there and watch some TV. I’ll go make something for you.”

“Alright, I knew Mom loves me the most! Hehe!~~” Ivy was just a simple girl, completely unaware of the indecent relationship between her mother and her “cousin.” She thought her mother agreed to cook personally out of love for her. Feeling warm inside, she happily skipped to the living room sofa, plopped down in a relaxed sprawl, and started scrolling through TikTok on her latest iPhone 13.

“Harry! Are you insane? My husband and son could come back any minute! Why aren’t you leaving? Do you really plan to stay for dinner? What the hell do you want?!” Margaret led Harry into the kitchen and immediately glared at him, angrily whispering her reprimand. “If you want to die, go die alone! Don’t drag me down with you! I’ve done everything you asked! I even gave you my body! What else do you want from me?!”

“Don’t be mad, darling. I just can’t bear to leave you! Your husband had urgent business to attend to, right? He probably won’t be back for a while. We still have time to enjoy each other!” Harry smirked mischievously, suddenly pulling Margaret into his arms. His rough hand slid under her short skirt, shamelessly groping her plump, smooth buttocks. “Darling, how old is your daughter? In college, right? From what you just said, it sounds like she doesn’t live with you often?”

Margaret wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra. She only had on a loose nightgown, which made her appear normal to outsiders. But Harry knew the truth—she was completely naked underneath, as slutty as could be!

“Stop messing around!! My daughter is right outside!!” Margaret’s face flushed red as Harry fondled her sensitive buttocks. She nervously glanced toward the living room and hissed at him in anger.

Margaret’s kitchen was semi-open, allowing a view of most of the living room. From where Ivy sat on the sofa, she could also see much of the kitchen. Fortunately, Ivy was facing the front door, so she couldn’t see what was happening in the kitchen at that moment.

Seeing that Ivy hadn’t noticed them, Margaret let out a slight sigh of relief. She grabbed Harry’s wandering hand and angrily whispered, “Behave yourself!! And don’t you dare get any ideas about my daughter! You… you can bully me all you want, but if you lay a finger on my daughter… I… I… I’ll fight you to the death!!”

“Oh really? How are you going to fight me? Like how you fought me on the bed earlier? Hmm?” Harry taunted, his hand skillfully evading Margaret’s grasp and slipping into her collar to grab her heavy, full breast. He expertly teased her erect nipple while planting a kiss on her cheek. “Well? Want to fight me right now? Right here in front of your daughter? Let me give you another orgasm!”

“You! Have you lost your mind?! No!! Absolutely not here!! Ivy… Ivy might see us!…” Margaret panted nervously, her body squirming uncomfortably as she kept a watchful eye on Ivy in the living room.

Harry’s hands seemed magical—wherever he touched, electric currents of pleasure surged through her body. Her nipples tingled under his teasing, sending waves of unbearable itchiness and heat through her. The more he played with her, the more restless and agitated she became.

“Oh… so intense… if… if we had sex in the kitchen… it… it would feel even better… even more thrilling… No!… Am I crazy?… I can’t… If Ivy sees me cheating with a handyman… how… how will she ever look at me again?… No!~~ Don’t!~~ Ah!~~ So good!~~ You bastard!~~ Why does it feel so good when you touch me?~~ Ah!~~ I can’t hold back anymore!~~” Along with Margaret’s nervous, conflicted gasps, her inner thoughts echoed in Harry’s mind.

Harry grinned smugly, his left hand sliding down her thigh and plunging between her legs. His fingers found her dripping wet pussy, and his middle finger slipped inside, teasing her clitoris with practiced ease.

The lewd, squelching sounds of her arousal filled the kitchen, amplifying the thrill of their secret affair. The addictive pleasure from her earlier orgasm with Harry quickly began to cloud Margaret’s judgment.

“You already secretly fucked me in front of your husband earlier. What’s wrong with doing it in front of your daughter now? Hmm?” Harry continued to toy with Margaret’s body from behind, nibbling on her ear as he whispered dirty words. “Weren’t you enjoying it earlier? You even squirted. Why are you saying no now? Hmm?”

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