Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Harry had originally thought that the substitute doll could only roughly imitate something. However, he hadn't expected that it could be cloned perfectly.

Looking at the naked, beautiful lady before him, Harry's breathing immediately quickened. Such a noble lady—the deputy director of the Education Bureau and the legal wife of the richest real estate tycoon in the area—was admired, secretly loved, and coveted by countless people.

Now, right in front of him, naked, she was his to enjoy to his heart's content! It was so fucking exciting!

Just the thought of it excited him; this psychological satisfaction was even stronger than physical pleasure. The root of his penis immediately became swollen.
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"I don't know… how does it feel..." Harry murmured lasciviously.

He licked his tongue, stretched out his trembling hands excitedly, and pinched the proud, snow-white, tender breasts of the substitute doll. The C-cup breasts were round, firm, full, and soft.

The sensation of touching them made the straightforward Harry tremble all over.

These breasts didn't look like those a 40-year-old woman should have at all—it was evident that Margaret must have taken very good care of them. The feeling was exactly the same as that of a real person!

Meanwhile, Margaret—seated upright at the middle of the podium in the auditorium with her hands on her chest—suddenly trembled inexplicably.

Immediately afterwards, her sensitive breasts seemed to have been suddenly grabbed by someone. A tingling sensation overwhelmed her, causing her to look around nervously. No one was there. In panic, Margaret glanced at her chest.

The sensation of having her breasts squeezed was still there, yet nothing was touching them.

What was going on?

Margaret's face flushed red from the numbing sensation, her breathing rapid, and her whole body trembling with panic. "What the hell is going on? No… How so? Oh! ~~"

In that bewildering moment, she struggled frantically within herself, trying to suppress the tingling numbness emanating from her chest.

Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pleasure of touching disappeared, and Margaret let out a long sigh.

"Next, let's invite the deputy director of the district education bureau, who is also the president of our school's student union, Director Margaret, to give a speech! Everyone, please welcome her with applause!"

At that moment, the vice-president in charge suddenly stood up, extended his hand toward Margaret, and enthusiastically invited her.

"Pah pah pah pah…" Warm applause immediately erupted from the audience, and all eyes turned to Margaret.

Under normal circumstances, Margaret would have been accustomed to such occasions, her heart as calm as water, without a trace of nervousness.

However, having just experienced a strange and shameful event, she couldn't help but feel nervous, fearing that the unsettling sensation might recur.

Coughing nervously, Margaret stood up and addressed the students and parents in the audience with a smile, "Hello everyone, today I am attending this graduation ceremony primarily in my capacity as the president of the Student Union and as the mother of a senior high school student, so I will just say a few words..."

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Harry—who was in the process of taking off his pants in preparation for a fierce encounter—suddenly saw the substitute doll, which had lain on the bed like a soulless corpse, abruptly sit up.

Out of thin air, it assumed the exact posture Margaret had taken and began to speak, "Hello everyone, today I am attending this graduation ceremony primarily in my capacity as the president of the Student Union and as the mother of a senior high school student, so I will just say a few words..."

In an instant, the environment before Harry began to spin miraculously. Moments ago, he had been in a hotel, but now the surroundings had transformed into an auditorium.

Although the environment appeared translucent, it was extremely real. At that moment, Harry found himself standing naked on a stage, being stared at by pairs of eager eyes from the audience. The shock overwhelmed him.

"What's going on?!" Harry cried, hurriedly covering his hard, swollen penis with his hand, almost subconsciously trying to hide.

Soon, however, he realized that it was all an illusion. Everything before him was almost translucent—in fact, he was still in the hotel. The substitute doll had directly simulated the environment around Margaret.

"Fuck! System, this substitute doll is so fucking advanced!"

Harry laughed in surprise. With a wicked grin, he walked around the stage naked, even touching a beautiful high school girl from behind.

It was a pity that all of it was illusory. As soon as he touched her, the environment before him immediately dissipated into smoke.

In other words, all of it was an illusion—only Margaret was real! Harry finally realized the marvelous utility of this substitute doll.

Harry turned his head with a lewd smile, soaking in the solemn, dignified, and grand atmosphere of the auditorium. He reveled in the sensation of strolling naked with his big cock erect in public.

His eyes swept across the stage and the audience until they landed excitedly on Margaret.

"Damn it, you stinky woman, I've let you get so arrogant! Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Harry cursed viciously as he strode forward with a sneer.

At that moment, Margaret was giving a speech. Initially, she had promised to say only a few simple sentences, but once she began, she spoke like a broadcaster who could not stop—delivering condescending, clichéd platitudes.

She even lavished praise on her son, Jian, a dissolute scumbag, as if he were an unparalleled genius and a one-of-a-kind child of destiny.

Harry advanced to the podium, rubbed his palms, and slapped Margaret squarely.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed as Margaret screamed from the blow. Her head tilted; she immediately stood and glared around in anger while covering her cheek.

There was nothing there—Margaret felt only a burning pain on her cheek, and yet nothing was present.

"Director... what's wrong? Did something happen?" the principal at the side suddenly asked in a strange, hushed tone, addressing Margaret for no apparent reason.

"Oh, nothing! A cockroach just crawled by," Margaret replied with an awkward smile, concealing her inner panic and nervousness. She continued into the microphone, "Classmates, our efforts over the years have finally paid off. Here, I congratulate you..."

"Haha, this woman is really good at pretending!" Harry thought to himself as he rubbed his hands, watching Margaret carry on with her speech as if nothing had occurred. He sneered with excitement.

The slap he had just given was meant as a lesson to that arrogant lady. Next, it was time for him to have a good time!

Harry licked his tongue excitedly, basking in the solemn atmosphere under the watchful eyes of the crowd. He moved behind Margaret and wrapped his arms around her from behind, seizing her plump, upright, snow-white breasts in each hand.

"Heh!~~~" Margaret moaned softly at the sudden, strange sensation, then quickly attempted to conceal her loss of composure as she continued, her tone forced and serious, "Dear parents, I am here..."

"Fuck! Fuck! These tits feel so fucking good! This slut must have spent a lot of money on these tits!" Harry murmured, his eyes alight with lewd excitement.

According to what he had heard, this slut frequented a high-end club for full-body care at least twice a week, keeping herself in perfect health.

Her breasts, after such careful maintenance, were as tender as a little girl's, round, full, and softer and more comfortable than one might expect.

After kneading them for a while, Harry couldn't let go and began to play with them with his hands. His actions completely stimulated Margaret, who was still mid-speech; the words she had been carefully restraining soon fell apart.

Margaret's voice began to tremble with nervousness.

"It's working!" Harry noted, his voice distorting as he observed the discomfort and panic on Margaret's face. He knew in his heart that his touch was effective.

"This slutty woman is so fucking slutty!" he muttered, casting a glance toward the stage below.

By then, some in the audience had begun to notice Margaret's abnormal behavior. Some parents watched her curiously, and the principal and school leaders nearby exchanged secret, puzzled looks.

"We have to increase the intensity!" Harry thought lewdly. He then approached Margaret from behind, turned around, and forcefully kissed her on the mouth.

"Ugh!!——" Margaret's speech halted abruptly. She stared in horror, unable to believe the sensation of being kissed so invasively.

Harry's tongue plunged into Margaret's delicate, tempting mouth, tangling with her tongue. His hands continued their relentless movement, as with such a noble lady in his grasp, his desire burned uncontrollably. He caressed her smooth, delicate body up and down with fervor.

Waves of tingling and shameful pleasure washed over Margaret as she spoke. Stimulated beyond control, her entire body trembled. Despite her best efforts to restrain herself and her normally formidable composure, panic completely overtook her.

The audience immediately began whispering among themselves. Margaret, noticing the ensuing chaos and her flushed, shame-stricken face, desperately wished she could vanish into the ground.

After years of serving as an official, this was the first time she had made such a fool of herself—a fatal blow to her image.