Gon's Harem System
Chapter 54: Ana is the eavesdropper

Chapter 54: Ana is the eavesdropper

Her breath was warm against his skin, her scent intoxicating.

But boys would always be boys.

And Gon, with the system pushing him forward, knew he had more conquests ahead.

Even as he lost himself in the kiss, his hands instinctively found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. It

wasn’t just about the kiss anymore—it was about what came next.

And then his hands began to drop lower, past her waist, to her...

"Not so fast!" Dina said suddenly, stopping him with a firm grip on his wrists as she pulled away.

Her breath was uneven, but her eyes held a mixture of amusement and warning.

Gon frowned, slightly taken aback. His gaze searched hers, trying to understand. "I thought you wanted me," he said, his voice edged with confusion.

Her words lingered in the air between them, teasing yet firm, leaving Gon both intrigued and frustrated.

Dina picked at her nails, her lips slightly pouted as if deep in thought. "Maybe, maybe not," she murmured, her tone playful yet unreadable.

"Huh?" Gon gasped, blinking as confusion washed over him.

One moment, she had leaned into him, her kiss full of warmth and intent.

The next, she was pulling away, leaving him hanging between anticipation and frustration.

Dina glanced up at him, her smirk widening. "Either way," she continued, crossing her arms, "you can’t just get me so easily. You’ll have to earn me."

Gon’s frown deepened as he studied her.

"Earn you?" Gon repeated, his brows furrowing. "What does that even mean? And how am I supposed to earn you?"

Dina only chuckled, her wicked smile returning as she tilted her head slightly. "That’s for you to figure out," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with amusement.

Gon stared at her, trying to make sense of her words.

"That’s not fair," Gon muttered, but Dina was already halfway across the courtyard, her confidence evident in the way she walked.

She didn’t even turn back, as if she knew he was still watching her.

Gon let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

He wasn’t sure what had just happened—one moment, they were tangled in a kiss, and the next, she had turned it into some kind of challenge.

He glanced at the spot where she had disappeared, a mix of frustration and intrigue settling in his chest.

He had fought an opponent stronger than him, pushed himself past his limits countless times. But Dina? She was proving to be a different kind of battle altogether.

Then he heard a stifled gasp from behind the bushes.

His body tensed instantly, instincts kicking in. Someone had been watching.

"Who’s there?" he called out, his voice sharp with suspicion.

Without waiting for an answer, he sprinted toward the bushes, his heartbeat quickening.

In four swift, deliberate steps, Gon closed the distance to the thick bushes, his movements light but purposeful.

The soft earth barely registered his footfalls as he halted just before the dense greenery, his breath steady but expectant.

Slowly, he leaned forward, parting the leaves with cautious fingers, his sharp eyes peering into the shadowy depths beyond.

What met his gaze made his brow furrow, a flicker of confusion tightening his features. The scene before him was not what he had anticipated.

Instead of a clear threat or an expected discovery, Gon’s sharp gaze settled on a familiar figure crouched low behind the dense foliage, her small frame tucked carefully between the thick leaves. Ana.

Her posture was unmistakable—knees bent, body leaned forward ever so slightly, one hand pressed lightly against the ground for balance while the other hovered near her ear, as if she had paused mid-motion.

Every inch of her screamed focus, her entire being locked into the act of listening, completely absorbed in whatever conversation had been taking place beyond the bushes.

The slight tilt of her head, the subtle way she adjusted her weight from one foot to the other, and the tension in her shoulders all betrayed her intent—she wasn’t merely hiding; she was eavesdropping.

The rustling leaves cast shifting patterns of light and shadow across her face, highlighting the determination etched into her features.

Gon’s frown deepened as he took in the sight. Why was she here? And more importantly, what had she heard?

Ana’s entire body stiffened.

Her head raised up toward him, and in that instant, her wide, startled eyes locked onto his.

Panic was flashed across her face, raw and unmistakable, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Her breathing hitched, and for a brief moment, she was frozen—like a thief caught in the act.

The tension in her shoulders shifted from the careful poise of an eavesdropper to the rigid alarm of someone discovered.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, as if debating whether to bolt or attempt an excuse, but her silence betrayed her uncertainty.

A single bead of sweat rolled down her temple, catching the faint light that filtered through the leaves.

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, and she swallowed hard, the movement visible against her throat.

The carefully controlled stillness she had maintained moments ago had crumbled in an instant, replaced by the unmistakable weight of being caught red-handed.

Gon didn’t say anything right away, but his narrowed gaze made it clear he was waiting.

Ana’s hands clenched into fists at her sides as she finally exhaled, her throat working around a response she hadn’t yet formed.

For a moment, Gon focused only on the panic in Ana’s eyes, the way her muscles tensed like a cornered animal.

But as he continued to watch her, something else surfaced beneath the fear—something far more subdued, yet just as powerful.

It was in the way her shoulders sagged ever so slightly, the way her lower lip trembled before she pressed it firmly together, as if holding something back.

Sadness.

The realization hit him all at once.

It wasn’t just the anxiety of being caught that had her looking so shaken—it was something deeper, something raw.

Her gaze darted away from his, as though she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes for too long, as if she was afraid he might truly see her.

His mind raced, piecing together the emotions playing across her face.

Gon’s confusion deepened. Why would she be sad at him? Had he done something? Said something?