Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 262: Excitement

Margaret poked her head out slightly and carefully observed the corridors on both sides. After making sure that no one was there, she opened the door and said to Harry, "Mr., come in, please hurry up. Time is running out. I have to go back early, otherwise it will arouse my husband's suspicion."

"Okay!" Harry responded in a trembling voice, and with a shake of his body, he entered the room, brushing against Margaret's sexy body.

With a click, Margaret locked the door on her own initiative, turned around, and nervously glanced at Harry secretly.

Looking at Harry's strong and young body, Margaret couldn't help swallowing.

Margaret had not had sex for a long time, and no man even dared to approach her, which made her feel very empty and lonely.

Especially after being harassed and raped by the evil ghost last time, Margaret, who had never had any illusions about sex, suddenly seemed to have opened Pandora's box.

Recently, she had been particularly hungry and thirsty, always tossing and turning, feeling hot all over, and even the memory of being raped by the evil ghost that day kept replaying in her mind.

Margaret shamefully discovered that she actually liked that kind of intense intercourse, and even had a faint, morbid expectation of being raped.

Watching Harry take off his sunglasses and mask and carefully observe the entire room, Margaret suddenly felt that the young man in front of her was quite handsome, and his demeanor was... very attractive.

This was the first time Margaret had checked into a hotel room with a man other than her husband and spent time alone with him in private.

This made Margaret inexplicably excited and nervous.

She only felt her heart pounding violently, her cheeks growing warm, her nipples tingling for no reason, and her body turning weak and limp.

Harry glanced around the hotel and was fairly satisfied.

Though the decor was simple, the beds a bit old, and the space rather cramped, at least the place was clean and hygienic.

"Mrs. Margaret, let's get started right away!" Harry turned to look at Margaret, who stood frozen by the door, seemingly nervous, and spoke seriously.

"Ah! Okay! Mr. Harry, what should I do next?" Margaret snapped out of her wild thoughts and pursed her lips shyly.

"Take a shower and change." Harry pulled out a gray nun-style robe from his bag and handed it to her. "This is a monastic robe. Go wash thoroughly, then put it on."

This outfit was one of the sets of sexy lingerie Harry had bought earlier. Originally, he had planned to bring a teacher's uniform, thinking a high-class woman like Margaret would suit it perfectly.

But then he stumbled upon a nun-themed lingerie set. He didn't know who came up with the idea, but the nun's robe had been transformed into something risqué. At the time, Harry had an idea and took it, figuring it would fit the current scenario perfectly.

Margaret took off her sunglasses and mask, frowning slightly as she examined the robe Harry handed her. Something about it felt off, but in order to exorcise the ghost and avoid being left with a ghost baby in her womb, she didn't dwell on it. She just gave Harry a suspicious glance. When he nodded solemnly, she sighed and turned toward the bathroom. "Wait in the bedroom outside, don't stand by the door! And don't come in! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Margaret closed the bathroom door and realized it couldn't be locked, so she propped a chair against it. Waving her hand in disgust, she looked around, feeling her mysophobia flare up at the sight of the old, dingy bathroom.

"Mrs. Margaret, don't worry, I'm not that kind of man!" Harry's face bore a lecherous grin, but his tone was perfectly serious.

Hearing his reassurance, Margaret exhaled softly and reluctantly began undressing, slowly revealing her flawless, milky-white skin.

Staring at the yellowed tiles and basic bathing facilities, Margaret suddenly felt everything was surreal.

Her, Margaret, reduced to showering in such a shabby, run-down hotel!

She felt as though her noble body was being defiled.

As the slightly cool water trickled over her delicate, refined skin, Margaret couldn't help feeling like she was engaging in an affair.

A strange man, a cheap hotel, sneaking around, showering in the bathroom...

How was this any different from cheating?

An affair...

Once the word entered Margaret's mind, it stuck.

She had met her husband, Caleb, as a teenager. He was her first love, the only man she'd ever been with. The word "affair" had always been foreign, shameful, and despicable to her.

Yet now, it filled her with a perverse thrill.

Precisely because she'd never experienced it before, Margaret, repressed for so long, felt a rush of curiosity and excitement.

My husband Caleb has had so many women. When he first cheated, he must have felt the same excitement I do now! The thought flashed through Margaret's mind unbidden.

Margaret's delicate hands slid along the liquid across her well-maintained, delicate, white skin, gently stroking her proud breasts.

When her fingers touched her itchy nipples, she felt an inexplicable stimulation and pleasure.

Harry's strong, young figure and handsome profile suddenly emerged in Margaret's mind wildly, followed by the pleasure and shame she had felt when she was raped by that inexplicable force at the graduation ceremony that day.

Margaret only felt the cold tap water rushing over her body, yet it still couldn't extinguish her fiery desire.

"I must be crazy!" Margaret said to herself with a wry smile. She didn't understand why she suddenly thought of the word "affair" and had such a shameful, despicable thought.

Even if she wanted to have an affair, there was no way she would be interested in that ordinary man outside.

What was her status and position? What was the status and position of Harry outside?

How could he possibly be worthy of her? Humph! He wasn't even worthy of licking her toes!

As she thought this, Margaret's slender hand had already touched her honey hole. Under her gentle stroking, she felt a burst of heat in her empty depths, and sticky, warm love fluid began to flow out.

In this affair-like atmosphere, Margaret was unable to control her desires. Her rapid breathing and nervous heartbeat made her moan slightly.

A slight blush appeared on Margaret's proud face. After pursing her lips tightly, she suddenly bit her lip, turned off the shower, and listened attentively to the movement outside the door.

Though she claimed to look down on Harry, deep down, Margaret harbored a faint expectation for the young, handsome, and cool Harry.

At the same time, in the bedroom, Harry sat nervously on the sofa, rubbing his hands together.

Listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Harry felt an itch, an urge to rush in right now and take Margaret by force!

This woman was so tempting that just thinking about her made Harry's mouth go dry and his heart race.

Especially in this affair-like atmosphere, Harry grew more anxious and excited, his mind filled with anticipation for Margaret stepping out of the bath.

After restless deliberation, Harry finally calmed himself and began unpacking the items he had prepared in his bag one by one.

A writing brush, a bottle of red ink, several pieces of cut yellow talisman paper, a Taoist robe, and a whisk he had picked up while writing supernatural stories were neatly arranged on the table.

Then, Harry took a glass from the hotel, poured mineral water into it, and crushed the aphrodisiac he had prepared into the liquid, stirring it thoroughly.

Everything was ready. Unable to resist, Harry sneaked to the bathroom door and listened for a moment to the noises inside.

Then, he returned to the bedroom impatiently, stripped off all his clothes, and donned the Taoist robe before sitting solemnly on the bed, waiting for Margaret to emerge.

By then, Margaret had finished washing. She picked up the nun's robe Harry had given her, unfolded it with a strange expression, and tried it on.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Margaret suddenly felt awkward and bizarre.

It was a robe, yet it looked undeniably strange.

Moreover, though exquisitely made, parts of the robe were crafted from transparent lace, lending her a lewd appearance when worn.

Fortunately, it wasn't too revealing, so Margaret could tolerate it.

After adjusting the robe, Margaret nervously studied her reflection, pursed her lips, then stretched out her trembling hands, pushed open the bathroom door, and stepped out.

In the bedroom, Harry—now clad in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk—sat upright, resembling an immortal. At the sight of him, Margaret's heart raced uncontrollably, her snow-white cheeks flushing pink.

"Mr. Harry, what should we do next?" Margaret asked in a trembling voice, her breath uneven with nervous excitement.

Harry turned to look at Margaret, freshly bathed and clad in the alluring Taoist robe. His eyes gleamed, nearly entranced.

Margaret's figure was flawless—tall, slender, with curves in all the right places. The slit in the robe revealed her snow-white, flawless legs, while her delicate, jade-like feet, adorned in red heels, looked like a work of art.

She likely hadn't noticed that the robe's design deliberately exposed much of her thighs, even offering a teasing glimpse of her honey hole.