Manipulative Harem God

In the middle of dead night, Zhou Jiajia, donned in a more relaxed ensemble, anxiously sought out Zhang Wei.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as she waited, the cool air biting into her resolve. When Zhang Wei failed to materialize, determination etched across her features, she took matters into her own hands.

Sun Qiang, perplexed, furrowed his brow. "Zhang Wei? The guy from the concert?"

Zhou Jiajia affirmed with a nod. "Yes, the very same."

"Why not return to the hotel and escape this cold first?" Sun Qiang suggested.

"I won't," Zhou Jiajia declared with unwavering resolve.

A brief pause lingered as Sun Qiang probed further, "He's just a friend, isn't he?"

A subtle blush graced Zhou Jiajia's cheeks as she replied, her voice measured, "It's complicated."

Sun Qiang, "...."

Zhou Jiajia, ever elusive about their relationship, sensed shadows looming on the horizon, thus never cared to confirm her relationship with Zhang Wei.

Sun Qiang, his gaze darting to Wei Jun before returning to Zhou Jiajia, issued a warning. "I won't intervene with your father or come to your rescue this time."

A flicker of defensiveness sparked in Zhou Jiajia's eyes. "Doesn't matter. I'll speak with Uncle Tao directly," she retorted.

Sun Qiang's attempt at a response lingered in a silent vacuum as Zhou Jiajia, a blur of determination, slipped away before he could gather his thoughts.

His confusion hung heavy as he stared at her vanishing silhouette, muttering to himself, "Why does she consistently look down on me?"

Wei Jun, with a knowing glint in his eyes, offered insight, "Because you allow it, young master Sun. Have you ever thought of challenging her? Though, considering your father's preferences, it might not be the wisest path..."

A strained smile tugged at Sun Qiang's lips, memories resurfacing of Zhou Jiajia practically being a fixture in their home, more days spent under their roof than in her own.

Unspoken but evident, she owed her soaring success in the entertainment realm to the influential support of Sun Tao.

Meanwhile, Zhou Jiajia methodically combed through rows of rooms in her search for Zhang Wei. Her relentless pursuit led her closer to the forbidden room, each step a deliberate progression into the unknown.

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Ring.... Ring...

Amidst the persistent ringing of Zhang Wei's abandoned phone beneath the disheveled bed, the room echoed with louder noises – the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the thuds of acrobatic maneuvers performed by Zhang Wei and Hu Ning above it.

As the clock approached midnight, a sudden hush fell over the room. Both lay on the bed, Zhang Wei with closed eyes, seemingly indifferent to Hu Ning. She, on the other hand, looked at him with a complicated gaze.

Her body glistened with sweat, and her legs felt sticky, yet her mind was occupied with something beyond the physical sensations. Zhang Wei, still without glancing her way, chuckled, "Want to kill me already? Please do, but after a blowjob."

Hu Ning's expression darkened, rendered speechless.

Hu Ning's expression darkened, her sigh barely audible as she tugged the blanket to modestly cover herself, the aftermath of their session evident in the swelling of her breasts. Her words, delivered with a stoic tone, concealed the emotions she harbored, "Don't think you would get lucky again."

Despite her anger, Hu Ning acknowledged that she had no right to feel this way. Recognizing this, she chose maturity over tantrums.

Zhang Wei, accustomed to dealing with more youthful emotions, was taken aback by her composed response. His eyes widened in surprise as he glanced at her with amusement, remarking, "There's still one more round left before that."

If she wanted to play this game, to act like strangers now, he was more than willing to embrace the challenge.

Hu Ning's eyes flickered, and she questioned, "Haven't you had enough?"

Zhang Wei grinned, a sudden pull bringing her closer, her head resting in his hand, as he asserted, "No."

Hu Ning's once-ordinary eyes now held a perpetual shade of mesmerizing red, a stark departure from their usual color transformation during her power usage.

As she rested her head on Zhang Wei's hand, a wave of complex emotions surged within her. To Zhang Wei's surprise, she offered no resistance, an unspoken shift that didn't escape his notice.

The system hesitated before revealing, [Host, you have...]

Zhang Wei probed, 'I have what?'

[You have tamed her]

"..."

A deep breath escaped Zhang Wei, a sound pronounced enough to draw Hu Ning's attention momentarily before she resumed staring at the ceiling.

'System, why are you always so dramatic?' Zhang Wei sighed, questioning the workings of the peculiar system.

The system revealed, [Host, that's the truth. You not only awakened her bloodline but also suppressed her. She gained additional benefits from you, and now, even without a slave seal, she would be inherently loyal to you.]

Zhang Wei sighed, 'You could have put it more straightforwardly...'

Intrigued to verify the system's claims, he turned to Hu Ning and commanded, "Stand up."

??

Hu Ning, pulled from her thoughts, questioned, "What are you saying?" Her frown betrayed her confusion.

Zhang Wei mused, 'System, did you lie to me?'

The system clarified, [Host, it doesn't work like a slave seal. It's not about coercion, but genuine loyalty. If you were in danger, she would willingly sacrifice herself to save you.]

Zhang Wei probed, 'So she won't betray?'

[Exactly. It's like fostering genuine emotions while keeping her own mind intact. In essence, she's a woman you can trust not to harm you. Oh, and as a bonus, you can push her down anytime, and she won't hold it against you *wink*]

Zhang Wei, his brows raised in dubious curiosity, grappled with the abstract notion conveyed by the system. Seeking a direct test of the claimed loyalty, he boldly reached out and pinched her nipple with a forceful grip.

"Ahh—!" Hu Ning recoiled, an instant surge of anger flashing in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

Zhang Wei, seemingly unfazed, casually asked, "Why didn't you slap me?"

A perplexed frown etched across her face, "What is all this about? Have you completely lost your mind?" Hu Ning leaned back, a sense of unease enveloping her.

Zhang Wei offered no response, swiftly seizing her wrists with a firm grip.

*Hiss!*

Hu Ning winced in pain under his grip, and he pushed her back, positioning himself above her, locking eyes with her in a direct and intense gaze.