QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 45: Obsessive

Jiang Yuxi’s POV

Another award.

Best Actress.

I glance at the golden trophy in my hands, the shining emblem of my success.

At so point, winning these was the highlight of my life.

Now?

I barely feel anything.

With a soft exhale, I toss it onto the nearest chair and stretch my arms, wandering through the familiar, expensive apartnt that I’ve practically moved into.

My own ho feels like a distant mory.

I spend more ti in Han Li’s space than my own.

I breathe in the scent of her—clean cologne, fresh linen, the faintest trace of sothing citrusy.

Sotis, I just want to be closer.

Sotis, I want to crawl into her skin.

She texted earlier—said she’d be working late.

I miss her.

The emotion is so borderline obsessive that I don’t even try to fight it anymore.

Instead, I step into the shower, letting the hot water scald my skin, washing away the residual numbness that lingers whenever she’s not around.

By the ti I step out, I’ve already made my decision.

I’m going to see her.

*

I lean against her car, hood pulled up, mask and glasses hiding my face.

From the corner of my eye, I see her.

Han Li.

She’s on the phone, running her fingers through her longer hair.

She hates when it grows past a certain length, but I think it suits her.

She’s dressed in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit, the dull gray fabric fitting her fra better than it ever does on most n.

Actually, scratch that. Better than all n.

I watch her, feeling a thrill rush through at the exact mont her gaze lands on mine.

A slow, warm smile spreads across her face.

God, I love her.

I step forward, tugging off my mask, reaching for her the mont she cos close enough.

I cup her face in my hands and kiss her.

Han Li’s hands find my waist, pulling against her.

I swear, I lt into her arms.

>"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She murmurs against my lips, amusent in her voice.

I don’t answer.

I kiss her again, deep and slow, claiming her.

She chuckles softly, breath warm against my cheek.

>"I’m not complaining. Not at all. But I think we should get in the car and finish this at ho."

Reluctantly, she pulls back, her fingers brushing my lower back before she opens the car door for .

I slip into the passenger seat, reclining slightly, watching as she circles around to the driver’s side.

The mont she closes the door, I unzip my hoodie just a little.

Han Li barely has ti to reach for her seatbelt before she notices.

Her body goes rigid.

>"Wait—"

She pauses.

>"How the hell did you get here like this?" Her voice is sharp, borderline panicked.

I raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

>"It’s just shorts," I say, enjoying the way her voice catches.

>"With nothing else inside, Yuxi. That’s the problem. What if soone saw you?"

She’s already closing the passenger door, her expression shifting from desire to worry.

I sigh dramatically.

> "Am I supposed to keep pretending I don’t see the group of five n that are constantly hovering around ?"

Her jaw tightens.

>"They’re terrible at blending into the background."

I add, grinning.

Han Li curses under her breath, rubbing a hand over her face.

>"Yuxi, I’m serious. Don’t walk around like this."

I shift, sitting up in my seat, reaching for her tie.

With a sharp tug, I pull her close—so close our lips nearly touch.

Her breath hitches.

I trail my fingers along the silk of her tie, eyes half-lidded.

>"Are you going to be a killjoy..."

My voice drops to a whisper.

>"Or are you going to make cum?"

For a split second, Han Li doesn’t move.

Then—

>"Yes, ma’am."

She crashes her lips against mine, hands already sliding under my hoodie, gripping my bare waist.

A sharp gasp escapes as her fingers dig into my skin, hot and demanding.

She shrugs off her suit jacket, tossing it sowhere in the back seat, before her hands roam lower, tracing the curve of my thighs.

"God, Yuxi..." she groans against my mouth.

I smile against her lips, fingers working at her tie, loosening it, yanking it off.

>"You always look so put together," I murmur, running my hands over the crisp fabric of her dress shirt.

She laughs breathlessly.

>"And you always love ruining it."

I slip my hand beneath her shirt, pressing my palm against the warmth of her bare skin.

She shudders.

I love making her fall apart.

With a slow, teasing movent, she tugs my hoodie further off my shoulders, exposing more skin.

Her lips brush along my jawline, trailing down to the sensitive spot on my neck.

I arch beneath her touch, my fingers curling against the smooth leather of the car seat.

We shouldn’t be doing this here.

In her car, in an underground parking lot.

But god, I don’t care.

All I care about is her.

Her touch.

Her lips.

The way she devours like she’s starved for .

It’s intoxicating.

And it’s addicting—knowing I have this much control over her.

Han Li is always composed, always in control, always unreadable to everyone else.

But with ?

With , she cos undone.

She pushes back until my spine is flush against the reclined car seat, the cool leather a stark contrast to the heat building between us.

Then—

She moves.

She climbs over from her side, straddling , pressing her weight against .

And it’s the best view ever.

Her tie is gone, her dress shirt half undone, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casting shadows over her sharp collarbones, her sculpted shoulders.

I let my hands roam over her body, tracing the lines of her toned back, the dip of her waist, the strength in her thighs.

She tugs my legs open with one knee, pressing it between my thighs with deliberate slowness.

The friction makes suck in a sharp breath.

But she doesn’t let dwell on it—because the mont she sees my reaction, she smirks.

And I can’t have that.

So I grab her hair, tangling my fingers into the strands, and pull her down to .

I kiss her, deep and slow, swallowing the soft groan that escapes her.

Her lips are warm, hungry, impatient.

She tastes like whiskey and desire, like sothing dark and irresistible.

She pulls back slightly, breath hot against my lips.

>"Soone’s excited," she murmurs, amusent laced in her voice.

I let out a soft chuckle, dragging my nails down her spine, making her shudder.

>"You’re one to talk."

She presses her knee harder against , and I bite my lip to stifle a gasp.