Harem Roleplay System

A boy stood alone.

His small hands clenched the handle of his battered suitcase, his feet planted beside broken toys that stared back at him with lifeless eyes.

The once-pristine teddy bear his mother gave him was now torn at the seams, stuffing peeking through like open wounds.

What was once his favorite toy car was now missing a wheel and abandoned on the pavement… just like him.

A crowd gathered, whispering, pointing.

"Wait… NO WAY! Isn't that the kid who lost his parents just a few weeks back?"

"Yeah, I heard something happened, and now he's getting thrown out of the house his father owns…"

"Poor boy. Imagine being the heir to such a powerful company, only to be treated like garbage."

"Good for him!"

One scoffed, arms crossed.

"At least now he'll know life isn't a bed of roses. He shouldn't just sit around hoping for inheritance!"

"How can you say that? He's just a child!"

"Not really… that boy you feel pity for could grow up to be a cold-blooded CEO one day. When he gains power, he'll crush everyone under his feet… us included!"

The boy didn't react.

His face was blank──expressionless. Empty.

Slowly, he raised his gaze to the golden gates ahead.

Diamonds encrusted the metal which made it sparkle under the sunlight.

This was his home. Was.

His lips parted slightly. "But… that's my—"

A tall man in a black suit stepped forward.

Cold eyes. Ruthless.

"Get the hell out of here, you stupid brat!"

And just like that—Darkness.

—

Liberty City.

James Kang sat before the vast floor-to-ceiling windows of his luxurious mansion.

The early morning sun bathed the city in warm golden hues as skyscrapers pierced the sky like blades of glass and steel. The streets below bustled with life, the world moving forward… but his eyes remained dull, lifeless, unmoved.

Then──warmth.

A pair of delicate arms slid around his waist from behind.

A soft body pressed against him.

He could feel soft, comforting breasts pressing against his neck and the delicate scent of rosewater.

Warm breath ghosted over his neck, followed by slow, teasing kisses that would make any man aroused. A slick tongue ran along his skin and ended with a playful bite.

"Mmm…"

It was such a sexy, enticing voice.

"Last night was amazing… seems like all that time in Germany turned you into quite the beast in bed."

James didn't react.

"My fiancé has never made me feel this good~ ❤️"

James's voice was calm. Almost dead.

"Meet with Alfred. He'll settle you."

The woman blinked. Pulled back slightly.

"Huh? What do you mean by that…?"

His eyes remained fixed on the city. Unbothered.

"Aren't you an escort?"

Silence.

The air shifted.

Then—Vivian laughed. A short, disbelieving scoff.

"Excuse me?"

She stepped in front of him and blocked his view.

"Did you just call me a friggin' prostitute?"

James didn't even blink.

"Why talk so much? Just take the money and leave."

The disbelief in her face melted into pure rage.

"You—"

She gritted her teeth.

"I'M VIVIAN! Your fucking childhood friend!"

Nothing.

"How dare you mistake me for an escort?! Do you really have such low standards for me?!"

Still, James's gaze remained distant. Emotionless.

Then—he spoke.

"A woman who cheats on her fiancé with another man shouldn't have the word 'standards' in her vocabulary."

A dagger to the chest. Vivian's breath hitched.

"I—"

She clenched her slender fists.

"We've been talking for weeks! Didn't I tell you I was going to break up with that bastard?! He's been leeching off my hard-earned money!"

She stepped closer, desperate now.

"I patiently waited for you to return from Germany! I-, I thought you sai—"

Her voice wavered.

"I thought we had something…!"

James remained silent.

His eyes. There was nothing in them.

Vivian's lips trembled.

"How can you be so heartless…?"

James finally turned to her. His voice was flat.

"I'm not heartless. I just use my heart less."

Vivian snapped.

"You son of a bitch!" she shouted.

James's lips curled into the faintest smirk.

"Then congratulations. A dog satisfies you more than your deadbeat fiancé. I'm really not seeing this standard you claim to have, young woman…"

Her body stiffened.

"… You're fucking unbelievable." she hissed.

Without another word, she grabbed her bag, her clothes, and stormed out.

The door slammed shut.

Silence.

James exhaled slowly.

His gaze drifted back to the city below.

Cold. Empty. Still.

･･･

Kang Manor – Main Hall

The grand hall of the Hart Mansion was a shrine to wealth and obsession.

Display cases lined the walls, each meticulously arranged with rare, antique action figures from various genres—Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Mecha, Superheroes.

Some were vintage collectibles worth hundreds of thousands; others were one-of-a-kind prototypes never released to the public. The mansion itself was an extravagant blend of modern luxury and old-world grandeur, where sleek digital interfaces met towering medieval-style archways.

A young man in a luxurious blue suit stood at the center of it all, checking his watch with a slightly furrowed brow. His name was Alfred Belvedere, personal butler, assistant, and unofficial damage-control expert for one James Kang.

With a sigh, he muttered under his breath.

"Master James still hasn't sent a message… I'm not sure whether to step in or let things be."

His lips twitched downward.

"He doesn't exactly have the best history with European women… much less the ones here in America."

The thought alone made his face sour.

He didn't need to witness the aftermath to know James had likely said something devastatingly cold.

And right on cue—

He spotted Vivian Hughes angrily stomping down the long, spiral glass staircase as her heels clacked against the smooth surface like the ticking of a doomsday clock.

Alfred let out a tired breath, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and then slapped a hand over his face, then dragged it down in sheer frustration.

Wonderful.

Vivian stormed past priceless artifacts and million-dollar sculptures as her anger radiated like a supernova.

When she was only a few meters away, Alfred quickly composed himself and bowed slightly.

"My deepest apologies on behalf of Master James. I'm sure he didn't mean wha—"

"OH, PISS OFF!" she snapped.

Alfred didn't even flinch.

He simply straightened his tie, watching as she shoved open the massive, medieval-style mansion doors and stormed out into the bright morning sun.

With another sigh, he adjusted his suit collar.

"At least they didn't throw anything this time…"

Then, without missing a moment, he picked up a silver tray with four elegantly crafted glasses of water and began his ascent up the spiral staircase. His steps were graceful, not a single drop spilling despite the absurd balance required to carry them one-handed.

He reached the grand room and gave a firm knock.

"Master James?"

A tired voice answered from within.

"Come in…"

Alfred pushed open the door and stepped inside.

James sat in a plush leather chair by the massive window, still gazing out at the skyline of Liberty City. The early morning light cast long shadows across his sculpted features, but his eyes remained devoid of warmth.

Alfred smiled politely, lifting the tray.

"A wonderful, and perhaps not-so-wonderful, morning to you, Master James. Now, which would you prefer this beautiful morning?"

He listed them off with the smooth and enviable efficiency of a five-star butler.

"Maldives Island water?"

"Glacier water?"

"Gold-infused water?"

"Or the usual Brazilian-imported selection?"

James didn't hesitate.

"Glacier."

Alfred stepped forward to hand him a crystal-clear glass of chilled glacier water.

Beads of condensation slid down its surface.

James took a single sip—then downed the rest in one go.

Without needing to be told, Alfred plucked the empty glass from his fingers and set it back on the tray.

Then, with a knowing look, he asked.

"Shall I inquire about Miss Hughes?"

James shook his head.

"No. I'm not in the mood."

Alfred sighed. "As expected."

Then──DING!

The sound of a phone notification cut through the silence.

James's phone sat on the small table beside him.

Alfred instinctively moved to check it, but before he could, James held up a finger to stopp him. He grabbed the phone himself and glanced at the screen.

The display read:

[DING! You've had another disastrous and uncreative interaction with a woman.]

[You've unlocked the Harem Roleplay System!]

James raised an eyebrow.

"Hm?"

Before he could react, another notification popped up.

[Congratulations! You've received a group invite from Prince Arthur of Camelot!]

Invitation accepted.

And then—

[DING! You've been added to the Tales of Old chat group! Would you like to proceed?]

James stared at his phone, baffled.

Alfred, ever observant, noticed the unusual look on James's face and frowned slightly.

"Something wrong, Master James?"

James sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Not exactly… prolly just one of those crypto scammers."

He tossed the phone back onto the table and stretched to push himself up from his chair with visible reluctance.

"Alright, time to get ready for the day."

He rolled his shoulders and exhaled.

"There's a small tech event that Hart Corp is hosting. A bunch of young entrepreneurs will be there, hoping to pitch their products… so I should be there to make sure the company doesn't waste money."

Alfred tilted his head.

"In other words, you'll be there to crush their dreams?"

James's lips curled into a small, cruel smirk.

"Exactly."

Alfred sighed again, shaking his head.

"… As expected."