Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Half Drunk And Half Awake Chapter 68: Half Drunk And Half Awake “You’re right.

I know Hana’s temper.

We really can’t reason with her now.

How about this, husband?

I’ll let you bear with it tonight.

I’ll bring Hana back to our house and let her sleep with me for one night.

You can sleep in the living room tonight, okay?” Wanda asked Harry with a hint of guilt.

This was exactly what Harry had been waiting for-he had long hoped that Wanda would take the initiative to suggest that Hana spend the night at their home.

However, Harry still looked embarrassed as he replied, “Ah…

then…

then I can’t be with you tonight…

Well, okay-Hana is your best friend; we can’t just watch her like this and not help her!

Now, go talk to Hana.” “Okay!

My dear is the best!” Wanda said gratefully, then immediately turned and went forward to comfort Hana.

Harry sat at the table eating hot pot.

As he watched Hana wiping away her tears and nodding repeatedly under Wanda’s comforting words, he knew that today’s plan would definitely be a success.

The thought of Hana and the others coming to his house, sleeping in the very bed he used every day-separated only by a wall-and the possibility of a romantic encounter, made his heart beat faster with excitement.

“Hana, okay, don’t be angry anymore!

It’s not worth getting upset over someone like him.

Come, let’s continue eating.

After you finish, you can stay at our house.

I’ll give you my bed and Wanda’s.

When Jiam comes back to beg for mercy and admit his mistake, you just need to return Wanda to me,” Harry said gently and caringly as he smiled and picked up a piece of beef for Hana.

[Intimacy with Hana: +10 (70 familiarity)] “Honey, Wanda, you two are so good to me!

Thank you!

Thank you, Harry!” Hana cried, her eyes welling with tears as she looked at Harry with gratitude and admiration.

“If you hadn’t helped me, I really wouldn’t know what I’d do!

That bastard is so heartless-he even drove away the car!

He really wants me to die on the road!

He wants me to meet criminals!

Maybe he’d be satisfied only if my baby and I perish!” “Hana, how can that be?

We’re still here.

Jiam wouldn’t be so heartless.

Maybe he’ll come back to find you soon,” Harry advised gently and kindly.

Soon a waiter arrived with a bottle of red wine.

“Waiter, bring a bottle of red wine!

Wanda, I want to get drunk with you tonight!!

How long has it been since you and I, as sisters, drank together?

I remember when we were in college, our entire dorm would get drunk.

I was so happy then.

I really miss being single!

I shouldn’t have married that scumbag!!” Harry exclaimed.

When Harry heard that Hana was going to drink with Wanda, his eyes immediately lit up.

It was exactly what he wanted.

If he could get his two best friends drunk, he believed he’d be in for a blessed night-a threesome that would be incredibly exciting!

“No!

Hana!

You’re a pregnant woman-how can you drink?

I can’t let you overindulge like this!

Just listen to me, after you give birth, I promise we’ll drink together!” Wanda immediately pulled Hana back nervously and tried to persuade her.

“No!

I just want to drink!

I’m going to abort the baby in my belly tomorrow!

I want to get drunk with you today!

Wanda, if you’re my good sister, then drink with me!” Hana shouted excitedly, pulling Wanda along and insisting stubbornly.

“Hana, don’t be like this.

Don’t be impulsive.

You’re angry now, and you can’t do stupid things when you’re upset…” Wanda pleaded again, tactfully.

However, the waiter had already brought the red wine.

Seeing Harry nod in agreement, the waiter quickly uncorked the bottle and poured the wine.

“Wanda, let Hana have a drink.

She’ll feel better if she drinks.

Red wine is good for women-just a little is fine,” Harry said in a peacemaking tone as he placed a wine glass, provided by the waiter, in front of the two.

“I have to drive later, so I can’t drink with you.

Wanda, you can drink a little with Hana.

After all, no one feels comfortable when they’re in a state like this.” “Okay…

then let’s just have a small glass!” Wanda nodded helplessly.

Hana, however, picked up the wine bottle and poured a full glass of red wine directly into her own glass.

“That’s enough-don’t pour anymore!” Wanda tried to pull Hana back, but Hana simply picked up her wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

Then, with a mischievous smile, Hana poured a large glass into Wanda’s glass and said, “Wanda, you drink too!

Drink with me!

If you don’t, I’ll drink it all by myself!” “Okay, I’ll drink with you!” Wanda replied, looking at Hana with heartache, picking up her wine glass helplessly and drinking it all.

After one glass of wine, the two beauties-who had little tolerance for alcohol-immediately blushed.

“More!” Hana cheerfully picked up another wine glass filled with red wine and urged Wanda.

“Hana, you can’t drink any more!” Wanda tried to persuade her again, but Hana, already drunk, downed the red wine in one gulp once more.

—— As the two women gradually became intoxicated, the atmosphere of enjoying food and drinks immediately emerged.

Wanda’s alcohol tolerance was much lower than Hana’s.

Although she drank less than Hana, she became noticeably more inebriated.

Her delicate, white cheeks flushed red, lending her a rosy, particularly attractive appearance.

Hana, in her drunken state and through tears, kept lamenting the misfortunes in her marriage and complaining about how Jiam had treated her badly, her words growing increasingly incoherent.

Crystal clear sweat slid down Hana’s forehead, mingling with her tears as it traveled along her snow€white, flawless neck to her slightly exposed chest and seeped into the deep cleavage between her breasts.

Harry was fascinated by what he saw.

Although Hana’s breasts did not appear large, her skin was as white as snow, and the glimpse of her exposed breasts revealed a firm allure.

Harry estimated they were probably a B cup-a proportion that, when set against Hana’s slender figure, was undeniably attractive.

After watching the two finish a bottle of red wine, Harry checked the time.

It was already past 10 o’clock in the evening.

With the meal and drinks behind them, it was time to head home.

“Wanda, Hana, let’s go home.

It’s getting late, and you two should get some rest,” Harry said as he called the waiter to settle the bill, speaking considerately to the two women who were now quite tipsy.

At that moment, Harry noted that the wine was nearly finished.

If they became truly drunk, not only would the night be full of mischief, but it might also be difficult to manage them on the way back.

Especially since Hana was pregnant, Harry was genuinely afraid that something might go wrong.

With the women approximately 50% inebriated, he figured the timing was just right.

Red wine was known for its potent aftereffects, and he thought that once they arrived home, both would likely be 70% drunk.

“Hana, Jiam hasn’t come yet… you should come back with us tonight and stay at our house…” Wanda slurred as she helped the tearful Hana to stand.

The two lost their balance and collapsed back onto the sofa.

Harry quickly moved forward, wrapping his arms around Hana and holding her delicate body tightly.

Addressing Wanda, who struggled to stay upright, he said, “Wife, let me handle this.

Be careful-I’ll help her to the car.” “Honey, you’re so nice…” Wanda’s eyes filled with tears as she was deeply moved.

Witnessing her best friend’s suffering, she couldn’t help but feel grateful to have a husband like Harry.

“Harry… I’m so cold… hold… hold me tight…” Hana’s voice trembled as she gazed up at him, feeling the comforting warmth of his strong body.

In her hazy, intoxicated state, Hana’s mind was blank, incapable of coherent thought.

All she desired was to cling to Harry’s warmth and strength-the only comfort she had left.

At that moment, Hana was at her most vulnerable, confused, and in desperate need of care and love.

Harry’s reassuring embrace and gentle comfort sparked in Hana an instinctive, deep affection for him.

[Intimacy with Hana: +10 (80 intimacy)] “Hana, it’s okay.

I’m here.

Hold me tight,” Harry murmured with a smug smile, as he removed his coat and draped it over Hana.

Yet Harry’s intentions were not entirely innocent.

He tentatively shifted his hand from Hana’s waist to her chest.

As the arm encircling Hana was raised, his palm brushed against her chest.

Through the fabric of her bra, Harry’s hand immediately encountered something soft.

“Harry… you’re so nice… I really envy Wanda for having such a gentle and considerate husband like you… hug… hold me tight… okay…” Hana said, lifting her head to gaze at him with large, watery eyes and a blush tinting her cheeks.

Her delicate, enticing red lips were pursed tightly, exuding a dangerous allure.

Locked in each other’s eyes, Harry nearly lost control; he longed to kiss Hana’s lips and share an intimate passion.

Hana, half asleep in her drunken haze, appeared even more alluring than usual.

The blend of helplessness and melancholy, tinged with a hint of a charming, yearning spring romance, stirred in Harry an irresistible impulse.

He couldn’t help but want to protect her, possess her, and ravage her.

Resisting the overwhelming urge to kiss her, Harry instead used the cover of his coat to extend his hand toward Hana’s chest, gently grasping the side of one of her breasts.

The soft, genuine touch quickened his heartbeat and made his breathing grow shallow.

“Hmm!~~” Hana seemed to sense the breach in his intentions, but perhaps due to her intoxication, she did not protest.

Instead, she moaned softly and allowed Harry’s probing hand to pinch her lightly.

Seeing that Hana offered no resistance, Harry grew bolder and covered her entire breast with his palm.

Through the thin, frameless cotton of her bra, he began to knead and press it with unabashed wantonness.

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