Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 129: Talk With Anya

Under the bright light in the bathroom, Elena’s skin glistened with a crystal-clear, shiny luster. Her hands, slick with shower gel, slid over her smooth, snow-white buttocks, caressing the round, flawless curves.

The light reflected off her skin, making her entire body shimmer.

Harry hunched over his computer desk, his eyes glued to the screen. The thrill of peeping filled him with excitement, his face flushed and his breathing rapid.

The forbidden nature of the act made his heart race, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire.

On impulse, Harry’s hand moved to his crotch. The heat of the moment, combined with the adrenaline from his earlier shower, made him restless. His hand gripped the swollen flesh, feeling its hardness and heat.

"Hiss!~~~"

At that moment, Elena bent over, raising her smooth, glistening buttocks as she reached down to wipe her calves and feet.

The movement caused her buttocks to spread slightly, revealing the delicate pinkness beneath. Water droplets slid down her skin, mixing with the shower gel foam, creating a mesmerizing sight.

Harry’s breath hitched as he watched, his imagination running wild. The sight of Elena’s body, so pure and untouched, filled him with a mix of desire and guilt. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but the thrill was too intoxicating to resist.

"Damn it, Elena…" Harry muttered under his breath, his hand moving faster. The excitement of peeping at his sister-in-law was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

It was far more thrilling than any adult film he had watched.

As Elena finished her shower, she wrapped herself in a bath towel and began drying her hair.

Harry felt a pang of disappointment as her naked body disappeared from view. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, his heart still racing.

The thrill of the moment had left him craving more. He couldn’t help but wonder what Clara, his wife, looked like in the shower.

The thought of setting up the camera in the downstairs bathroom crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside, knowing how dangerous it would be.

Just as Harry was about to close the camera feed, his phone buzzed with a notification. He picked it up and saw a message from Anya.

Anya: Brother Harry, what are you doing?

Harry smirked. "What am I doing? Spying on Elena and… never mind," he muttered to himself. He quickly typed a reply.

Harry: Just working on some writing. Trying to come up with something that could be adapted into a TV series or movie.

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Anya: Wow! That’s amazing, Brother Harry! I really admire you!

Harry noticed the change in how Anya addressed him. She usually called him "brother-in-law," but now it was "Brother Harry." It felt more intimate, and Harry couldn’t help but feel a little flattered.

Anya: Brother Harry, I’ve been working on an urban romance story. Could you take a look at it for me?

Harry raised an eyebrow. Anya, writing a romance novel? He was intrigued.

Harry: Sure, send it over.

Anya: Thank you so much, Brother Harry! I’m still new to writing, so please don’t laugh at me~~~

Anya: [Word file]

Anya: Please give me your honest feedback, Brother Bin! ~~~

Harry chuckled at her enthusiasm. He opened the file and began reading.

The Overbearing President Falls in Love with Me

The opening lines were filled with poetic, self-pitying prose that made Harry’s head spin.

"The wind was getting stronger and stronger. The small cloud turned into a thick white cloud, which slowly rose and expanded until it covered the entire sky. A light snow began to fall. Suddenly, large flakes of snow began to fall. The wind howled and a blizzard came. In an instant, the dark sky and the sea of ​​snow merged into one, and nothing could be seen."

The story quickly descended into overly descriptive passages about the weather and surroundings, leaving Harry more confused than impressed.

"What is this? Arty young women trying to write deep literature?" Harry muttered, shaking his head.

These sentences are indeed well written. But this isn’t fucking prose, it’s online writing, a novel.

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After reading the first chapter, Harry didn’t see the protagonist appear.

The whole article was totally confusing. It wasn’t until the middle of the second chapter that Harry saw the protagonist, Linda, appear.

As Harry expected, the heroine in the book was a typical literary young woman. She was average-looking, came from a difficult family, was born in the countryside, and had average academic performance.

In short, she was a female intellectual, and she was also very arrogant and self-pitying.

Next came the description of the male protagonist, who was described as a handsome, powerful, wealthy, young, super tall, rich, and handsome man who had just graduated from Harvard University.

What was even more amazing was that this tall, rich, and handsome guy was also a first-generation rich! Relying on his own entrepreneurship, he had built a huge empire and become the richest man in Hacheston!

"Fuck, you dare to write that!" Harry cursed again. There was no need to think about it.

They would definitely meet next. The super tall, rich, handsome, and domineering president, who was almost perfect in every aspect, after meeting three or five times, couldn’t stop falling madly in love with Linda, a female intellectual who had no looks, no wealth, and no education.

Then, the three-nothing female intellectual rejected the overbearing president out of inferiority, and the two fell into a bitter love. The emotional entanglement involved must be very sad.

Harry forced himself to read more than a dozen chapters, but he really couldn’t bear to read it anymore.

Although online articles don’t require any logic or common sense, this was too fucking exaggerated. It could be said that the beginning of this novel was full of poisonous points and flaws.

Anyway, Harry absolutely couldn’t stand it. He even had the urge to beat someone up.

However, Anya’s writing was for women after all, and women who read online novels might really like it.

This was similar to the situation in male-oriented movies where the third-nothing male protagonist ends up sleeping with the nearly perfect female CEO.

Harry didn’t think this was a big problem. The biggest problem was that there were too many irrelevant descriptions at the beginning, and it didn’t get directly to the point.

The most important thing for online writing was to have a sense of immersion, to get straight to the point, to have a fast pace, to be straightforward, and to be easy to understand.

Harry: Anya, I read your article carefully. Your writing is really good, but your biggest problem is that your writing is too good. You should get straight to the point at the beginning. The first chapter must have the protagonist appear, establish conflict, and build up a sense of anticipation. Long paragraphs of irrelevant descriptions like these are redundant, and I suggest you delete them.

Anya: Huh?!! It took me five or six days to write the beginning! I like it very much, and I can’t delete it…

Anya: Brother, can you please take a look at other places to see if there are any problems?

"Fuck!~~" After reading Anya’s reply, Harry couldn’t help but curse. As expected, all newbies to online writing were the same.

They wouldn’t give up until they hit a wall. Nothing you said would help. They had no ability but were self-righteous and stubborn. This kind of person lacked the beatings from society. If a newbie in online writing wanted to become a veteran, they had to go through a process of being beaten before they could understand it on their own. Teaching was useless because this kind of newbie, who thought their writing was better than the platinum online writers, wouldn’t listen to the advice of the veteran online writers at all.

Harry: I see... Then there is no problem. Your writing is so great. I think your writing is much better than those great writers. Keep it up.

Harry had taught novices who had just started writing online novels before, and he knew the common problems of these novices. Anyway, Harry didn’t really want to teach Anya how to write online novels.

Harry’s target was only Anya’s body, so he decided to spoil her. He would say what Anya wanted to hear, then wait for her to become full of confidence, find an opportunity to ask her out, and then start the strategy.

A literary young woman like Anya should be conquered in a more literary way. Fortunately, Harry had acquired a specialization in literature before, and his literary skills were now first-rate, so he could still pretend to be literary with literary young ladies.

At least, no worse than an ordinary undergraduate like Anya.

Anya: Really?! Brother! That’s great. If you say so, then I have confidence! I plan to quit my internship and go home to concentrate on writing a book, and strive to surpass you, Brother Harry!

Harry: You can do it, Anya. I have high hopes for you! It’s too easy for you to surpass me. Your foundation is much better than mine. I guess I will have to ask you for advice and learn from you soon.

Anya: Haha... Brother Harry is too modest, but I will try my best.

Anya: Oh, Brother Harry, which website do you think is better for me to post this work on? I always feel that the copyright of Webnovel new contract is too bad. My work may be adapted into a TV series. If I don’t have the copyright, I will be in trouble. I heard online that Webnovel is a shady place and will suppress new authors. Those small websites don’t have good traffic…

"Haha... you should try to see if you can sign the contract first. You just started writing the book, and you’re thinking about selling the copyright for tens of millions? That’s really awesome." Harry cursed speechlessly and couldn’t help laughing.