QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 38: Starving

Han Li’s POV

I don’t look up from my desk as Jessica perches herself on it, crossing her long legs and giving that lazy, feline smirk.

> "What do you want?"

She twirls a lock of golden hair between her fingers.

> "What makes you think I want sothing?"

I don’t respond. I just look at her.

She holds the stare for a mont before rolling her eyes dramatically.

> "Fine."

She flips her hair over one shoulder and sighs.

> "There’s this modeling contract—Mucci. I know you know soone."

I lean back in my chair, feigning boredom.

> "Hmmm... and why should I help you?"

Jessica smirks, leaning in slightly.

> "You want on my knees? Or is the Ice Princess satisfying you enough?"

I actually laugh at that.

> "She definitely is."

Jessica pouts, but it’s all an act.

I know what she really wants.

Power. Connections. Influence.

And she knows I can give it to her.

> "I need you to do a favor first," I say, leaning forward.

Jessica’s eyes flash with interest.

> "What does it entail?"

I smirk.

> "You’ll have to bat those pretty lashes and use that body of yours. But I guarantee you won’t get the contract."

Jessica’s brows furrow slightly, but I see the hunger in her gaze.

> "However, you’ll walk away as a Mucci brand ambassador."

That does it.

She’s already imagining the money, the prestige, the endorsents.

I see it in her expression.

Jessica may play the seductress, but greed is her true love.

The office door opens.

I glance up just in ti to see Jiang Yuxi walk in.

Her sharp eyes imdiately land on Jessica.

Then on .

Her expression turns dangerous.

I put my hands up imdiately.

> "Nothing happened. It’s just work, I swear."

Jessica slides off my desk gracefully, not looking the least bit guilty.

She winks at before tossing a sultry look in Jiang Yuxi’s direction.

> "Don’t worry about it, Princess. Nothing happened."

With that, she saunters away, her hips swaying deliberately.

The door clicks shut behind her.

Jiang Yuxi stares at .

> "Jessica?"

I sigh.

> "What can I say? She’s really good at her job and she just wanted a favor."

She takes a few slow steps toward .

I tap my lap.

It’s half a joke, half an invitation.

She hesitates for only a second.

Then, to my surprise—she actually cos and sits down, straddling my lap without hesitation.

> Holy shit.

My heart skips a beat.

I wrap my hands around her waist instinctively, feeling the warmth of her body through her clothes.

> "But if you’re uncomfortable with having her around, I can cut contact with her."

I an it.

Sure, Jessica’s useful, but she’s not irreplaceable.

Jiang Yuxi doesn’t respond right away.

She studies .

She looks beautiful like this—her hair slightly tousled, her lips parted like she’s considering sothing.

Finally, she exhales softly.

> "No. It’s fine."

But I don’t miss the way her arms tighten slightly around my shoulders.

As if she does care—even if she won’t say it.

I smirk.

> "Are you sure?"

Jiang Yuxi glares at .

> "Han Li."

I laugh, pulling her closer.

> "Fine, fine. I won’t tease."

***

Jiang Yuxi’s POV

I tell myself that it’s fine.

That Jessica doesn’t matter.

That none of them do.

Unlike Han Li’s other won, Jessica is different. She only loves herself.

Still.

The way Han Li is looking at now—dark eyes scanning my face, her touch firm but not demanding—makes feel sothing dangerous.

Sothing I can’t na.

> "How was work?" Han Li asks, brushing my hair back with surprising gentleness.

> "Unfortunate. I had to work with Jiang Wei today."

Her grip on my waist tightens slightly.

> "That is unfortunate," she murmurs, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my neck.

I close my eyes, letting myself lt just a little.

> "Sounds like you need a distraction," she murmurs against my skin. "And I need a al. Think we can help each other out?"

I shiver.

> "Dinner?" I ask, my voice softer than I intend.

She pulls back slightly, looking at with a knowing smirk.

> "Yeah."

> "Okay." I move to stand, but she catches my wrist.

And then she’s kissing .

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

Desperately.

I barely have ti to process before she’s gripping the back of my neck, guiding until I’m sitting on the desk.

My breath catches.

Her hands slide up my thighs, parting them effortlessly as she steps between them.

She bites my lower lip—just a graze of her teeth—before kissing even deeper.

I hold onto the edge of the desk for dear life.

She pulls away slightly, rubbing her thumb across my swollen bottom lip.

> "You should see the way you look at ," she murmurs.

I’m sure I do look wrecked.

I feel wrecked.

She kisses again—slower this ti, teasing, as if savoring the mont.

Then, before I can gather my thoughts, she grips my waist and pushes back onto the desk.

She leans over , her breath warm against my cheek.

> "Open your legs," she orders, tugging on her tie.

I freeze.

For a mont, I hesitate.

> "Jiang Yuxi, I’m not asking again."

I have a love-hate relationship with that voice.

Slowly, hesitantly, I do as she asks.

Han Li smirks, satisfied, before pulling her chair forward with the smooth glide of its wheels.

She takes off her jacket, rolls up the sleeves of her crisp white shirt, and spreads her palms over my thighs, pushing them apart just enough.

> "You need a distraction," she murmurs.

She presses a lingering kiss to the inside of my knee.

> "And I’m starving."

I can barely breathe, let alone respond, as she trails slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of my thigh. Every touch is maddening—just enough pressure to make my skin tingle, never quite enough to satisfy. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

I bite down harder, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, but Han Li isn’t having any of it. Her fingers trail higher, her nails dragging lightly against my sensitive skin, teasing, coaxing, making my body ache with anticipation.

> "Now, now, don’t be stingy," she murmurs, her voice dark with amusent. "Let hear you."

I squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing hard, refusing to give in so easily. But she’s patient. Too patient. Her lips trace slow, open-mouthed kisses up my inner thigh, her breath hot and maddening.

> "If you’re worried about being heard..." she pauses, nipping lightly at my skin, making jerk, "my soundproofing is amazing."