QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 318: Stockholm syndrome

Chapter 319

Daphne

I avoid the purple blob’s judgntal gaze. Technically, the system doesn’t have a face, but I can tell there’s judgnt radiating from it.

[Host. It’s been three days.]

It’s not like I did it on purpose. You said it yourself...we accidentally triggered our biology or sothing.

I say this while driving ho. We decided to drive separately, not to rouse suspicion. Vivienne is probably twenty minutes behind , and the thought of her in that car, alone, with the mories of the past three days still fresh on her skin—

[Host. Had I not extended the dates on the hotel reservation, it would have been a scandal!]

Yeah. It would have.

I genuinely can’t bring myself to pay attention to the system’s scolding because my mind has been replaying flashbacks of the past few days on an endless loop.

I also didn’t expect that. I just... didn’t want to stop. Her skin is so soft. Her scent. Her sounds when I—

[Host!]

Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m paying attention. What happened while I was offline?

[Charles Grey and Elijah Jacobs have had sexual relations.]

I almost swerve into the wrong lane at that piece of information.

"I’m sorry, what the fuck?" I actually respond out loud.

How did that happen? Are they not both Alphas? Who topped whom?

[The night the host had the encounter with the MC, the male leads were also drugged at the club,standard narrative event. But since the main character was otherwise occupied with you...]

I snort out a laugh. "So they gave in to their bodies? But isn’t this like weeks ago? Why are you telling this now?"

[Because they didn’t then. They resisted. Fought it. Went ho separately.]

I frown, confused. "Then how—"

[Two days ago. CEO Charles Grey and CEO Elijah Jacobs were in a private eting. An argunt escalated. They were isolated. Elijah he...]

"Stop." My voice is sharp. Final.

I know where this is going.

I didn’t like Charles. I thought he was arrogant, transactional, a typical Alpha asshole who treated people like possessions. But no one deserves that.

What is wrong with this world? Genuinely what the hell.

[The narrative structure normalizes Alpha dominance. Consent is... loosely defined. Elijah Jacob’s character was written to be aggressive in pursuit of what he wants.]

I was laughing. Just monts ago, I was laughing because I thought there might be so suppressed feelings between them, so mutual attraction, so interesting developnt I could use.

Not this.

There goes my good mood.

***

Charles Grey

I can’t believe that bastard did that to .

That bastard.

How could he overpower ? How could Elijah Jacobs...the gutter rat, the nobody, the self-made fraud who crawled out of so forgotten slum ,pin down like I was nothing?

I punch the wall. The drywall craters, dust blooming around my knuckles. The pain is good. Grounding. It reminds I’m still here, still real, still .

Elijah Jacobs should always be below . Like an ant. Like the vermin he is. I’ve hated him from the first mont I saw his face on a magazine cover, that smug expression, that rags-to-riches story everyone loved so much.

Oh, look at Elijah, so inspiring. Look at Elijah, so resilient. Look at Elijah, building an empire from nothing while you, Charles, had everything handed to you.

I pace the length of my penthouse, bare feet on cold marble, ignoring the blood dripping from my split knuckles.

It’s why I’ve always done everything to keep him down. Undercut his deals. Stole his contacts. Spread rumors to the press. Made sure everyone knew that the great Elijah Jacobs was just lucky, just timing, just nothing special.

But like a fucking cockroach, he kept clawing back up.

And now—

Now that fucking cockroach...

I stop pacing. Stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror.

My face is pale. My eyes are wild. There’s a bruise forming on my jaw where he hit .

I see it again. The way he moved,faster than I expected, stronger than I rembered. The way his hands grabbed my wrists, twisted, pinned.

The way he lood over , breathing hard, eyes burning with sothing I’d never seen in him before.

And I—

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t do anything except lie there while he—

No.

I won’t think about it.

I won’t.

I look at my reflection. The man staring back at looks like a stranger. Broken. Weak.

I smash the mirror.

Glass explodes outward, shards flying, cutting my arms, my chest, my face. The pain is sharp and imdiate and welco. I stand there, bleeding, surrounded by destruction, and still—

Still I see him.

Still I feel his weight.

Still I hear his voice, low and ragged: "Now we’re even."

I sink to my knees in the broken glass.

The shards bite into my skin, sharp and real. Pain I can feel. Pain I can control.

But then—

No.

I stand up.

Glass crunches beneath my feet, embedding deeper, and I don’t care. The pain is fuel. The blood is proof. I’m still here. I’m still alive.

I’m Charles Grey.

I am the heir to the Grey fortune. The CEO of an empire. The man who has never lost a battle, never backed down from a fight, never let anyone,anyone see him weak.

I find him at his penthouse.

Of course I do. The bastard doesn’t even have the decency to hide.

I smash through the door,security be damned, alarms be damned, everything be damned and there he is.

Elijah Jacobs.

Standing in his perfect penthouse with his perfect view and his perfect fucking life, looking at like I’m the one who’s crazy.

"You," I snarl.

I’m on him in seconds—fists swinging, rage exploding. The first punch catches his jaw, snaps his head back. The second lands in his stomach, doubles him over. The third,I don’t know where the third lands. I just know I can’t stop.

He doesn’t fight back.

That makes it worse.

He takes it. Lets hit him again and again until my knuckles are bloody and my arms are shaking and I’m crying like so pathetic weakling. An oga.

And then—

I grab his face.

I don’t know why.

And I kiss him.

I don’t think about it. Don’t plan it. My lips are on his,blood and salt and sothing that might be tears—and I’m kissing him like he’s the only thing keeping alive.