In the middle of the night, Harry actually managed to write over fifty thousand words!!
What kind of speed was this?!
Before this, the most Harry had ever written in a full day of sitting in front of his computer, racking his brains, was ten thousand words.
There were even times when he struggled all day just to write three thousand words!
Harry could hardly believe that he could write so quickly now!
From the first word of his work to the completion of the entire opening, Harry hadn't stopped even once!!
He no longer felt the agony of racking his brains to squeeze out words like before. Now, writing was a joy, a pleasure, a release!!
This was what he had always wanted!!!
This was what he had been searching for all along!
Moreover, Harry noticed something miraculous. This work wasn't something the system had directly given him, as he had initially imagined. Instead, it was something he had always wanted to write but had never dared to attempt, something he had found too difficult to create.
This genre was also one he had always wanted to explore but had been repeatedly rejected by editors, a niche genre that had never gotten him a contract!!
Looking at the opening he had written, Harry took a deep drag from his cigarette.
His exhausted body suddenly felt reinvigorated.
This genre was still a niche one, and upon closer reflection, it perfectly matched his writing style.
If judged by the standards of those editors, this opening would undoubtedly be deemed unqualified.
But the system claimed that this work could become a massive hit, that it could be adapted into TV dramas and anime!
Harry didn't doubt the system's words at all. From the moment he had acquired the system, it had been omnipotent for him. The system had never been wrong, and there had never been anything the system promised that it couldn't deliver.
"System, this reward isn't what I expected. It feels like this is something I've been imagining and wanting to write all along… Could it be… Could it be that this reward isn't some kind of stimulant, and that I still have to rely on myself?!"
"Then how can you guarantee that this work will be a hit? How can you guarantee it'll be adapted into movies, TV dramas, or anime?" Harry pressed curiously.
[Because you already have this ability within you. You just haven't unlocked your potential yet. Besides, you've simply been unlucky in finding the right opportunities.]
[While I'm helping you unlock your potential and assisting you in your writing, I'll also give you a little boost in luck during the publishing process… That way, this reward can be perfectly fulfilled, don't you think?]
The system's response left Harry stunned.
These words struck a chord deep within him, making Harry feel incredibly comforted.
At the same time, they restored the confidence that had been crushed by the repeated humiliation and scolding from editors.
The layers of mental barriers were torn apart by Harry in that moment. Through the clouds, he finally saw his true self, the true essence of literature!
Yes!
He had always had this ability. In fact, many people had this ability. The reason they hadn't achieved success like those top-tier authors was partly because they had shackled themselves, losing their original passion and confidence, no longer daring to stick to their creative vision or challenge the authority of editors. The other reason was sheer bad luck—they hadn't met their right audience, hadn't gotten the right opportunities!!
"Thank you! System!" Harry said from the bottom of his heart, his eyes brimming with tears.
If this reward had been like a typical "copy-paste" scenario where the system handed him a finished work to publish, it would have lost all meaning.
But now, this work was essentially his own creation. Any success it achieved would be genuinely his own accomplishment!
This was far more meaningful than being given someone else's work to publish!
[It is my honor to assist you! My master!]
The system seemed to be becoming more and more human-like, even capable of speaking with emotional inflections that felt almost like flattery to Harry.
"Next, let me give my work a title!"
Harry took a deep breath and stared at his creation. After thinking carefully for a long time, he solemnly typed a name into the title field: "Apocalypse: I Choose to Be a Villain."
With that done, Harry let out a long sigh, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Exhaustion washed over him, and he realized it was already past 6 a.m.!
Overwhelmed by sleepiness but still buzzing with excitement, Harry quietly slipped back into the bedroom, crawled under the covers, and hugged Wanda before drifting off to sleep…
Not long after, Wanda, who had to wake up early for work, slowly opened her eyes. She glanced at Harry, her eyes filled with deep affection, and secretly kissed him on the cheek before grabbing her phone, which was charging on the nightstand, to check the time. It was already past 7 in the morning.
Wanda gently stretched her arms and curiously sniffed the air, noticing a strange hormonal scent lingering in the bedroom... along with... a faint smell of semen... It was the same kind of smell that usually filled the room after she and her husband had sex. But last night, they hadn't done anything...
Puzzled, Wanda looked at the sleeping Harry and reached down to touch his penis. She was surprised to find that, unlike every other morning when he would wake up with an erection, today it was completely soft. She immediately smiled guiltily.
"Pervert, can't even hold back... No wonder I felt him squirming around last night. He must have jerked off while I was asleep!"
Wanda muttered to herself with a laugh, then turned to grab her clothes. That was when she suddenly remembered that her mother had also slept beside them last night.
"Disgusting! Shameless!~~ How could he dare to jerk off with Mom sleeping right next to us!~~ So embarrassing!~~"
Wanda silently scolded him in her mind. Seeing her mother sleeping peacefully with a blissful, rosy smile on her face, she couldn't help but smile slightly. Carefully, she climbed out of bed, draped her clothes over herself, and tiptoed downstairs to prepare breakfast for Harry and her mother.
As soon as Wanda left, Hazel slowly opened her drowsy eyes. Gazing at her still sleeping son in law, a satisfied and happy smile spread across her face. After last night's passion, Hazel felt incredibly refreshed, as if she had somehow become years younger! Her entire body seemed to buzz with boundless energy.
"Ha!~~ So good!~~ Every time Harry fucks me, I feel like I've turned younger!~~ So full of energy... My good son in law is truly amazing!~~ I really want a morning quickie!~~"
Hazel stretched lazily, then looked down at her sleeping son in law, overwhelmed by a surge of happiness...
"Wanda... Wanda?..."
She called out softly a couple of times before getting up and walking to the door. Peeking outside, she confirmed that Wanda wasn't on the third floor. Immediately, she closed the door again, swallowing hard with hunger and excitement. Sneakily, she returned to the bed, burrowed under the covers, pulled down Harry's underwear, and took his penis into her mouth.
The soft, adorable flesh in her mouth instantly filled Hazel with satisfaction and excitement. Her son in law's penis was like a drug to her, something she was hopelessly addicted to, unable to resist.
As Hazel sucked, Harry's penis gradually began to swell and harden. The thick shaft slowly filled her mouth. Hazel immediately started greedily sucking, her tongue teasing the head of Harry's cock while her right hand slipped between her own legs. Arching her plump ass, she rubbed her dripping wet pussy, writhing with pleasure.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Harry groaned uncomfortably in his sleep, exhausted from the night before. In his dreams, he felt something enveloping his cock, followed by waves of tingling pleasure and the intoxicating sensation of being sucked.
In his hazy dream, Harry vaguely saw a woman kneeling between his legs, giving him a blowjob. He couldn't make out her face... everything was blurry... The woman kept shifting forms—sometimes she was his mother in law, other times his wife, and then Clara and Elena...
Gradually, Harry dreamed of his mother in law, wife, and two sisters in law fighting over who got to suck his cock. The pleasure overwhelmed him, making his body grow hot and excited.
"Mmm!~~ Who... what?~~ Oh!~~ Ah!~~ So good!~~ Ah!~~ I want it!~~ I want to fuck!~~ I want to fuck this slut to death!~~ Ah!~~"
Harry mumbled incoherently in his sleep, unable to open his eyes.
"Harry!~~ Do you want to fuck Mommy? Do you really want to fuck Mommy's slutty pussy?~~ Mommy will satisfy you!~~"
Hazel excitedly threw off the covers, straddled Harry's hips, and gripped his swollen, throbbing cock with one hand while using the other to spread her own wet pussy lips. She aligned his cock with her entrance and slowly sank down, engulfing his length inside her.
"Ah!~~ Hah!~~ Good son in law!~~ Ah!~~ Fuck me!~~ Ah!~~ Mommy wants it!~~ Wants it!~~ So good!~~ My son in law's big cock!~~ Mommy loves it!~~ Ah!~~ Hah!~~ Love it!~~ So much!~~ So satisfying!~~ Fuck me!~~ Good son in law!~~ Fuck Mommy!~~ Ah!~~"
As soon as his cock slid inside her, Hazel couldn't hold back her loud, wanton moans.