Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths-Chapter 212: Wet

"Brother Harry… don't… mmm… no… don't… Uh-huh!~~~~Uh-huh!~~~~Uh-huh… Brother Harry… no… I… I can't… mm… can't do this… Hmm… Brother Harry… mmm… don't… it's too embarrassing for us… mm…"

The moment Harry's hand closed around her sensitive breast, Anya shuddered violently. Originally limp in his arms, lost in the kiss, she suddenly tensed, her breath quickening as she shyly pulled away from his lips.

Trembling, she reached to stop his wandering hand, her voice a flustered whisper, "Brother Harry... no... no... we... we can't do this... you... you have a wife... and... you're Ben's brother-in-law... I... this is so embarrassing... it... it scares me..."

[Anya's current state: panic, intoxicated, nervous, ashamed, afraid, enjoying, confused, euphoric, happy, throbbing, aroused]

Anya's lips were soft and full, like supple jelly, tender and sweet. Her inexperienced responses and the fresh, innocent fragrance of her mouth made Harry crave more. He wanted to devour this delicate girl whole.

When she suddenly tried to pull away, Harry refused to let her go. Panting, his mind was consumed by the memory of her delicate lips.

"Anya... I like you so much... I love you so much! I... Anya... Why should we care about these worldly shackles for the relationship between us? As long as I love you and you love me, I understand you and you understand me, all this is enough!"

Harry had already been seduced by Anya's plump breasts and delicate pink lips, burning with desire. He didn't care about anything else at this moment. He just hugged Anya and kissed her lips again, domineeringly and affectionately.

The two of them kissed each other passionately and eagerly once more.

This time, Harry was no longer satisfied with Anya's awkward response. His flexible tongue slid into her plump red lips, gently pried open her teeth—clenched from nervousness—and rolled into her fresh, smooth mouth.

"Mmm~~~Hmm~~~~Hmm~~~~Mmm~~~~" Anya panted heavily, her hot, rapid breaths tangling with Harry's scorching exhalations.

Their tongues now entwined. Under Harry's guidance, Anya clumsily and immaturely opened her mouth, slightly sticking out her tongue, allowing his to wrap around hers in a heated dance.

After all, Harry was a veteran in love. His skillful kissing made Anya gasp and moan continuously. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment, indulging in the passionate kiss with reckless abandon.

Harry took Anya's slightly extended pink tongue into his mouth, sucking gently while coiling his own around hers.

Anya's red lips tenderly held Harry's, sucking obsessively, craving more of his kiss.

Feeling her excitement and innocence, Harry slid his hand under her skirt again, stroking her smooth, delicate thighs before slowly drifting toward her sensitive crotch.

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"Mmm!~~~Hmm hum hum!~~~Huh!~~~Huh hum!~~~Brother Harry!~~~ No!~~ Mmm! ~~~ No!~~~"

The moment Harry's burning palm neared her crotch, Anya shuddered with shame, her gasps of pleasure laced with hesitation and discomfort.

Her voice—soft, tender, and brimming with girlish purity—was irresistible to Harry.

He caressed the silken skin of her inner thighs, his desire spiraling beyond control. Suddenly, he pressed his hand between her legs, covering her honey pot.

Through the thin cotton panties, Harry felt the scorching heat of her crotch—already damp with arousal.

"Huff!~~Huff!~~Um!~~~Hmm!~~~Anya!~~~I want!~~I want you!~~" Harry panted feverishly, sucking hard on her tender lips, greedily swallowing her sweet saliva. He wanted to devour her whole.

"Ugh!!——No!~~~Brother Harry!~~~No! No way!~~~~"

When Harry's fingers attempted to slip beneath her panties, Anya jolted awake from her daze. She grabbed his wrist, panting as she met his gaze, pleading:

"Harry... Brother Harry... don't... please... I... I don't want to be... a mistress... This... This is too shameful... I... I'm not ready yet..."

Harry knew this was Anya's first time. As a young, untouched girl, she was naturally terrified of losing her virginity.

Besides, Harry was a married man—and the brother-in-law of Anya's boyfriend, Ben.

Her shame and fear were understandable.

But having come this far, how could Harry stop now?

"Anya... this isn't being a mistress! We... we are true soulmates! Noble, elegant lovers. I... I truly adore you, Anya. You're the woman who understands me most in this world, the one I'd give everything to protect! Anya! Let me love you properly, just this once, okay?"

He pressed forward, sealing her lips in another fervent kiss.

"Brother Harry…don't…Brother Harry…you…wait…I…please let me…think…"

Blushing furiously, Anya twisted away in panic, scrambling back on the bed. Her body trembled, nerves and desire warring within her.

[Anya's current state: tangled, confused, helpless, hesitant, ashamed, nervous, blurred, panicked, afraid, tender, happy, heart-beating, and amorous]

Seeing that Anya was beginning to show a lot of negative emotions and was in entanglement and confusion, Harry secretly told himself not to rush things.

He smiled gently and slowly sat down beside Anya, gently hugging her and comforting her, "Anya, don't be afraid, I can wait for you, wait for the day when you accept me. Anya, I really like you and appreciate you.

I truly want you to be my confidante, to accompany me in exploring noble literature and traveling around the world together! Little Anya, don't worry, I will never force you to do anything you don't want to do. I was too impulsive just now, I'm sorry."

"No…it's okay…Harry…Brother Harry…I…just now I…felt…felt very good…I…I'm just…not ready yet…Actually…actually, I…I like you too…" Anya lowered her head shyly, blinking her big watery eyes and whispering softly.

When Harry heard Anya say that she liked him too, his heart surged with excitement, and he smiled happily.

Being able to win the heart of his cousin Ben's girlfriend was an extremely wonderful and fulfilling thing, even if he couldn't possess her body for the time being.

Moreover, today's progress had far exceeded Harry's expectations!

He was very satisfied with reaching this step. There was still a long way to go, but the intimacy level had already reached 95%. Was 100% really that far away?

Just like with his sister-in-law Clara, all he and Anya needed was a small opportunity.