Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Hazel ultimately did not impulsively do anything outrageous to her son-in-law; she only panted rapidly, her flushed face showing clear signs of pain.

"Mom? Are you ready like this?" Harry asked with a smile as he turned to Hazel. The moment he saw Hazel looking at him with a dazed expression, Harry was stunned.

Their eyes met, and it was as if an electric current passed between them; both shivered nervously.

[Hazel's current state: aroused, agitated, happy, dazed, ashamed, guilty, afraid, flustered, nervous, sinful]

Hazel quickly averted her gaze from Harry and, bashfully lowering her head, said, "Um... I... I got it..."

Seeing Hazel's unusual expression and her face flushed, Harry immediately guessed that his recent advances had already had an effect.

Hazel did not resist but looked at him with a dazed expression, which indicated that she was also moved!

Coupled with the system's prompt about her state, Harry felt even more assured.

Even though he knew full well that Hazel should not refuse him, Harry still felt somewhat breathless with nervousness. Especially when he thought that the woman before him was his mother-in-law, Harry still felt an indescribable sense of fear and shame.

Taking a deep breath, Harry suppressed his excited feelings and rapid heartbeat, and secretly glanced at the garage door.

The door from the garage to the first-floor living room had already been closed by him in advance.

Now, in the entire garage, there were only him and his mother-in-law, Hazel.

Under the dim lights, the ambient lighting in the car created an ambiguous and hazy atmosphere.

Listening to each other's breathing, both of them appeared nervous and awkward.

After a moment of silence, Harry finally calmed the complex emotions in his heart and was about to speak to break the awkwardness when Hazel suddenly spoke seductively, "Harry, I feel that this steering wheel is a bit too high, and also, this seat should be adjusted closer..."

"I almost forgot; I had adjusted it before according to my height and preferences. No wonder it felt a bit awkward when you were driving just now."

Harry smiled lightly, steeled himself, opened the car door, and said to Hazel, "I can't adjust it from here; I'll come over to help you."

Harry got out of the car, jogging to Hazel's driver's seat. At that moment, Hazel had already proactively opened the car door and shifted her plump, perky curves to the side.

Without any hesitation, Harry naturally squeezed himself to sit beside Hazel.

Leaning closely against her, he wrapped his right arm around Hazel, reaching over from her shoulder to grasp her right hand, while his left hand held her left hand, gently pressing both of Hazel's hands onto the steering wheel.

Harry could clearly feel that Hazel's soft, warm body shuddered suddenly, as if trembling.

Harry's own body became irresistibly heated, and the flesh beneath his crotch grew aroused and swollen in an almost unbearable way. Even as he touched Hazel's hand, his own hands trembled lightly.

Panting softly...

For a moment, time in the car seemed to come to a standstill, with only the sound of their heavy breathing intertwining clearly.

"Harry... you... don't do this..." Hazel, ashamed, bit her lip tightly, closed her eyes in pain, and after hesitating for a long time, finally gathered the courage to turn her head and look at Harry, who was so near, and said, "We... we can't do this..."

Before Hazel could finish her sentence, her eyes locked with Harry's burning gaze.

The words she had intended to say were long forgotten; at that moment, Hazel's mind went completely blank.

Her throbbing heart and empty body made the ethical morals in Hazel's mind feel so powerless.

Harry gazed tenderly at his mother-in-law's still alluringly beautiful face; although her fair skin now showed faint lines, her well-maintained complexion still appeared firm and delicate, and her sly, fox-like eyes shone with an enticing, dreamy charm.

In the faces of Wanda, Clara, and Elena, Harry could vaguely see the shadow of Hazel in her youth.

Although the mother-in-law was now in her forties and no longer possessed the youthful radiance of a pretty maiden or a young wife, she exuded a refined mature charm that surpassed that of Wanda, Clara, and Elena.

Her ample, graceful figure—and her round, full, luscious, peach-like buttocks—made it impossible not to be irresistibly attracted.

The three sisters of the Mackerel family—Wanda as the mature yellow peach, Clara as the half-ripe peach, and Elena as the unripe kiwi—each had their own appeal, but Hazel was like a fully ripened, juicy peach!

Though she might not look as stunning as before, she still made one drool over her nectar, irresistibly wanting to take a beautiful bite, to taste that sweet, mature juice and the tender, smooth flesh within!

"Mom... you are so beautiful today..." Harry gazed at Hazel with deep affection; their lips were nearly touching as their heavy breaths mingled on each other's skin—warm, tingling, with a hint of fragrance and a subtle taste of wine—that left both Harry and Hazel somewhat intoxicated.

They hadn't drunk much wine that day, in comparison to their tolerance, it was negligible. Yet, as the saying goes, one does not get drunk from the wine but from oneself. At that moment, in that setting, both of them had a hint of drunkenness in their eyes.

"Harry... I..." Hazel bit her delicate lips tightly, her words trembling as she hesitated, and in the end, she could not bring herself to speak further.

Her mesmerizing, coquettish fox-like eyes slowly closed, and her luscious, enticing red lips parted slightly.

Like plump, perky rose petals glistening with dew under the ambient light, her lips shone brilliantly and temptingly—so alluring that one could not help but want to pluck them.

"Glug… glug~" Harry swallowed hard, no longer able to suppress his desire for Hazel. In that moment, his swirling thoughts were completely overtaken by impulsive longing.

Harry slowly lowered his head and gently kissed Hazel's enticing red lips.

"Mm… mmm-hmm… mm… Harry… mmm…" As Harry's heated lips enveloped hers, Hazel immediately blushed a deep red and trembled all over with nervousness.

That kiss from Harry made Hazel feel as if she had rediscovered the sensation of first love—the first kiss—awkward, tense, shy, and fearful, yet full of anticipation and longing.

Harry gently kissed Hazel's tender lips; since it was his first kiss with his mother-in-law, he naturally dared not be too rough, instead using his lips to softly caress hers, tenderly sucking and lightly teasing.

His fervent hand did not stop either. Harry's right hand wrapped around Hazel's neck, drawing her close, while his left hand began tentatively sliding into Hazel's ample buttocks, gently stroking her full, perky rear.

Harry had long drooled over Hazel's well-shaped rear. Countless times, watching her bend over to pick something up and reveal her perky, lifted buttocks, he had yearned to grab it firmly.

Now, finally having his wish fulfilled and feeling the soft, tight, rounded texture beneath his hand, Harry shuddered with satisfaction.

"Harry… no… this is not allowed! I… I am your mother! We… we cannot do this! We cannot behave like this!" Hazel panted rapidly, her brows knitted in pain and her face contorted with agony.

Yet in her eyes there was also a dazed hint of pleasure.

At that moment, Hazel's heart was twisted beyond measure. The tangled web of ethical morality and desire, of sinful shame and hollow loneliness, warred within her like demons and angels clashing—leaving her both tormented and terribly afraid.

The man kissing her now was her son-in-law, the husband of her daughter!

How could she… how could she do such a thing with her son-in-law?

And yet, she was utterly entranced by the feeling; her body could not help but be filled with an uncontrollable love and a desperate longing for her son-in-law.

She wanted to run away, to resist this temptation, but found herself utterly powerless.

Harry's kiss gradually grew more passionate, and their breathing became increasingly rapid. Their lips pressed tightly together as their tongues began to tentatively intertwine.

Panting heavily…

"Mmm-hmm! Harry! No! Mmm… haah… mmm-hmm! Harry! No! Ahh! Harry! Mmm mmm! Mmm-hmm!"

In the nearly soundproof interior of the Mercedes, only their rapid breathing and Hazel's murmured moans could be heard.

A soft piano melody drifted through the car, its gentle notes further igniting the already amorous and impulsive mood between them.

Finally, Harry's hand ventured beneath the hem of Hazel's clothing, sliding slowly along her slick, soft waist, and gradually moving into her bosom.