The System ordered me to seduce the male lead. Halfway through the conquest, he killed the guy. "My hand slipped," he said, his tone completely indifferent. Me: ... Later, he took over the male lead's body. He unbuttoned his shirt, guiding me to sit on his lap. "Come on. Use everything I taught you. Tease me. Conquer me..." 1 The System has been acting weird lately. He stopped teaching me how to seduce the male lead. My affection score with Sebastian Sterling was stuck at 60. It wouldn't budge. With Sebastian's "one that got away," Sophia, returning from abroad tomorrow, I had to take drastic measures. Plan A: Seduction. That afternoon, I went to Sebastian’s penthouse. I ditched my usual look for the "innocent flower" vibe—a tactic the System taught me years ago. I wore a sexy red slip dress and nestled into Sebastian's arms. On the sofa, I twirled his tie around my finger, looking at him with dewy eyes. "Sebastian, forget about Sophia. Be with me, okay?" Sophia was his first love. Even though he liked me now, the power of a returning first love is unpredictable. I had to lock this down before she landed. Sebastian stared at me, his gaze darkening. After a long silence, a husky voice filled the air. "I could." "But... if you want me to forget her, in what capacity are you asking?" His eyes lingered on my chest for a few seconds. His Adam's apple bobbed. I blushed. "As your girlfriend?" I hooked my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. "Be my boyfriend, okay?" Sebastian chuckled low in his throat. Clearly, I’d pressed the right buttons. "Beg me." "Beg me, and I’ll say yes." His eyes were dark as he gripped my waist. Tighter. It hurt so much I teared up. I bit my lip, crying prettily, just like I practiced. "Please." A woman’s tears are an aphrodisiac. The harder you cry, the more excited they get. The System taught me that, too. Sure enough, the fire in Sebastian’s eyes roared to life. He threw me onto the bed, his voice rough. "You asked for this." As he started stripping, I panic-messaged the System in my head. [Hey! Don't you dare look!] A cold scoff echoed in my brain. What did that mean? He didn't care to look? Good. They say the first time you sleep together boosts the score massively. I watched a half-naked Sebastian, calculating how many points I’d get tomorrow. Suddenly—THUD. Sebastian hit the floor. Dead. Me: ? I stared in disbelief. I scrambled backward, my voice trembling. [Sys... System?] [What happened to him?!] A beat of silence. Then, a lazy voice in my head: [My hand slipped.] 2 The System’s name is Chase. He spent years teaching me how to bag the hero, step by step. Because of one "slip of the hand," he took over the male lead’s position, wearing Sebastian’s face. His explanation? "The hero is gone. Someone has to fill the role." So, he filled it. And now, I have to seduce him. I sat in the corner of the CEO's office, clutching my skirt so hard it wrinkled. I didn't dare speak. Why? I was terrified. Yesterday, he waved his hand and Sebastian’s corpse turned into pixels and dissolved into thin air. If I annoyed him, would he delete me too? ... Chase finished his work quickly. He tossed the file onto the desk and looked up lazily, looking bored. "Begin." It was obvious what I had to begin. There are many ways to raise affection scores, but physical intimacy is the most efficient. I hesitated for two seconds, staring at his perfectly shaped lips, and made up my mind. I put my hands on his shoulders, closed my eyes, and kissed him. He didn't push me away, but he didn't kiss back either. His lips were cold. I kissed him clumsily, putting in way too much effort. After what felt like half an hour, I still hadn’t heard the notification sound for increased affection. Confused, I opened my eyes—and looked straight into Chase’s. Dark, mocking, amused. Like a hunter watching prey struggle. He hadn't closed his eyes the entire time. My blood ran cold. We stared at each other, and I froze, unsure if I should stop or keep going. He pushed me away, wiping a smudge of blood from his lip where I’d accidentally bitten him. His tone was loose, careless. "Ivy, I'm not Sebastian." "The tricks you used on him won't work on me." "Go home. Think of a better strategy, then come back." 3 I spent days thinking. Chase doesn't like aggressive girls. So, he must like the pure, innocent type. I put on a modest white knee-length dress and went to the gala to find him. The hall was packed, glasses clinking, people chatting. I didn't need to search. He was a natural protagonist. Standing in the center of the crowd, his aura was elegant and imposing. Impossible to ignore. I started walking toward him, but someone blocked my path. Sophia. She swirled a glass of wine in her right hand. She stepped up beside me, her lips curling into a vicious sneer. "Ivy, Sebastian is mine." I didn't care who the male lead belonged to. But when I saw her loosening her grip on the wine glass and grabbing my hand to pull herself backward... I knew she was framing me. It was a blind spot for the cameras. It would be her word against mine. In a crisis, I instinctively looked for Chase. He used to help me with everything. Luckily, he looked over right at that moment. Unluckily, he looked amused. He watched me with a smile that screamed I don't care. My heart sank. I remembered what Chase told me. When he took over the body, he inherited Sebastian’s affection scores. Sebastian’s score for Sophia was 65. For me, it was 60. Chase is a System. He exists to execute rules. Rules are everything. So, he wouldn't help me. ... I had to save myself. In a split second, before Sophia’s glass hit the floor, I grabbed her arm and yanked. I used the momentum to throw myself down. Glass shattered. Shards pierced my calf. Cutting skin, embedding into flesh. It hurt like hell. "Ah!" People gasped. Heads turned. 4 I hit the floor hard, landing right in the debris. Red wine mixed with blood, staining my white dress. The shards felt like razor blades scraping my skin. Burning, stinging pain. Blood trickled down to my ankle and dripped onto the floor. The crowd gathered. These were heavy hitters—titans of industry, new money elites. I saw shock, disgust, and condemnation on their faces... directed at Sophia. Good. If I hadn't pulled that move, they would be looking at me like that. After all, Sophia is the heiress of the Su Group. I couldn't afford to be accused of hurting her. Chase walked over. His voice was cold. "What happened?" I had to admit, his acting was flawless. If I didn't know he wasn't Sebastian, I’d never have guessed. People rushed to explain the situation to him. Accusing eyes, sharp as knives, fell on Sophia. She panicked, stepping back. "It wasn't me! I didn't do it! "It was her! She framed me! She did it on purpose! "Sebastian, you have to believe me, I didn't push her!" She grabbed Chase’s sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes. Pitiful. Chase looked at me calmly. I don't know why—maybe intuition—but I sensed he wasn't happy. His eyes were deep, like a freezing pool of water. Afraid he might side with Sophia, I bit my pale lip, letting my eyes turn red and misty. I looked at him with pure grievance. "Sebastian, don't blame Sophia. She didn't mean to. "I... I just lost my balance. Don't worry about me. "I... I can get up." I frowned in pain and tried to stand, but my leg gave out. I collapsed back onto the glass. Shards dug deeper. Blood flowed faster. The pain forced actual tears from my eyes. Chase let out a scoff. A mocking smile played on his lips. His voice was unhurried. "Ivy." "You're quite clever, aren't you?" He shook off Sophia’s hand and picked me up. ? I froze. He called me clever? And he's holding me? Is his affection for me higher than Sophia's now? I felt a surge of joy. But the next second, my face froze. [Chase’s Affection: -5.] 5 The score was only 60. Now it's 55. My heart went cold. The score is literally my lifeline. I need 100 to leave this world. The only good news is that scores fluctuate with emotions. The sooner I act, the easier it is to fix. There's still a chance! ... Chase once told me that if the target's score is over 50 and drops, the most effective remedy is a kiss. The more intense, the faster the recovery. I looked at him desperately. "Can you lower your head?" "No," Chase said, turning the corner toward the exit. Denied. I didn't care about the pain anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him frantically. I pried his lips open, demanding a response. I was so rough I tasted iron. Chase’s eyes were cold. He didn't resist. He even stopped walking to let me do it. I stared into his eyes, kissing him for a full minute. No notification sound. The longer I kissed, the colder I felt. I bit his lip hard. Eventually, the kissing turned into sobbing against his mouth. It’s not working. I can't seduce him. He lied. "Ahhh! Ivy Shen—" "You slut!" "Get your dirty mouth off him! Don't touch my Sebastian! Let him go!" Sophia was screaming in the distance, shaking with rage. Everyone was watching us. I didn't care about them. I only cared about the points. And it was obvious. The points weren't coming back. I stopped struggling. I let go of Chase, limp with despair. The pain in my leg came rushing back like a tide, burning and throbbing. If I can't seduce Chase, I can't leave. If I can't leave, what's the point? Maybe I should just buy some pills and end it all. I thought numbly. But the moment the thought formed, it was interrupted. [Chase’s Affection: +5.]
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