Chapter 8: One of Qingling Meilong's Weaknesses

Outside, the rain poured even harder. The dark clouds showed no sign of receding, and the night was bleak, empty, and lonely.

Inside a rented apartment, the living room glowed with soft light. A chubby yet oddly endearing boy was gently tending to a beautiful girl’s wound.

It should have been a sweet, heartwarming scene.

But the girl suddenly struggled, tumbling off the boy’s lap. One hand clutched the towel at her chest, the other pointed accusingly at Haruhi.

“You pervert! You big pervert! Disgusting, you fat slob!” she shouted, hurling insult after insult at the boy before her.

Haruhi seemed to know he was in the wrong. He sat on the sofa, head hanging, motionless.

Yet a spark of excitement flashed in his eyes.

[Beep! Because the player made a choice outside the system and achieved impressive results, you are awarded 10 attribute points and 10 support points. Keep up the good work.]

[Character: Mion Kiryu]
[Intelligence: 71]
[Charm: 95]
[Figure: 89]
[Stamina: 55]
[Affection: 51 (Friendly)!!!]
[Current Status: Taken advantage of by a disgusting fat slob, yet instead of feeling unwell, she finds herself looking forward to something…]

The three exclamation marks showed just how shocked the system was. Not only the system—even Haruhi himself was startled.

How was it that the more he hit, the higher her affection went? And what was she waiting for in her heart?

“Add points.”

[Charm: 75 (You’ve become a somewhat handsome chubby guy. Everyone thinks if you lose weight, you’ll be a real heartthrob!)]

Raising his charm from 65 to 75 was a qualitative leap, an epic transformation from average to attractive.

As usual, Haruhi poured all his new points into looks. Then he looked up at the delinquent girl before him, wrapped in a towel, clutching her chest and rear, her cherry lips moving rapidly as she scolded him. His gaze held curiosity and excitement.

That look made Mion Kiryu a little uneasy. And why did this fat guy suddenly seem a little handsome?

He just spanked me—shouldn’t I want to kill him right now? Why does he look more attractive?

Could it be I have feelings for him…?

No! Absolutely not! How could I possibly like a fat guy?

Aaaagh!

[Beep! Mion Kiryu’s affection +1, Mion Kiryu’s affection +1…]

Watching the numbers scroll frantically in the action log, the affection even shot up to 57!

Haruhi sighed inwardly. This wasn’t good—there was still a task to complete before affection hit sixty. He couldn’t let it soar like this. Girl, what are you doing? He hadn’t even done anything!

Was this the power of being handsome? Without saying a word, without house or car, just standing there, he could win over a stunning beauty with no effort at all?

As satisfying as it was, now was not the time!

Slow down, girl! He was about to cry.

Fortunately, the affection stopped climbing at 58, then dropped a couple of points, finally settling around 56 or 57.

Relieved, Haruhi could finally breathe, though he was still troubled. How was he supposed to proceed with the task before her affection reached sixty?

He’d worry about it later. If it came to it, he’d just have to take more drastic measures.

“Want to keep playing?” Haruhi stretched out his legs, sat back on the floor cushion, and waved the game controller to snap Mion Kiryu out of her daze.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? I’ll make you pay, you pervert!” she snapped, cheeks flushed. She imitated Haruhi, but as soon as her shapely bottom touched the mat, she winced in pain.

Haruhi couldn’t help but laugh, earning a sharp punch to his side.

The game resumed, but this time, there were no stakes—just the simple enjoyment of playing together.

At first, Haruhi won match after match, making Mion Kiryu grit her teeth in frustration.

But then, the girl started resorting to seduction! Each time her character was on the verge of defeat, she’d act overheated, tugging her towel lower to reveal a deep, snowy cleavage.

Haruhi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head; his gameplay fell apart.

“Yes!” Mion Kiryu cheered, delighted as her Snow Woman character barely survived, while Haruhi’s Chun-Li lay defeated.

“No, no, this round doesn’t count—I was unfairly distracted!” Haruhi protested.

“Distracted by what? A loss is a loss!” Mion Kiryu shot back, exasperated. “If you can’t control your own eyes, whose fault is that?”

She puffed out her chest proudly, making it appear even more full and round.

Haruhi’s vision swam.

“You lost, so you sleep in the living room—I get the bed!” she declared, tossing her golden hair and striding toward the bedroom with regal arrogance.

“What the hell, why? This is my place! You only won once!” Haruhi muttered, switching off the console and hurrying into the bedroom ahead of her.

He flopped onto the bed. No way was he going to cram his big body onto the tiny sofa and exhaust himself.

“Get up!” Mion Kiryu shouted, trying to shove the hefty boy off the bed.

But Haruhi’s 180-pound bulk wasn’t going anywhere. Even lying down, he was more than her slender arms and legs could budge.

“You sleep on the sofa, I’ll take the bed,” Haruhi said.

“No way!” Mion shot back, completely unreasonable.

“Suit yourself, then. I’m going to sleep.” Haruhi yawned and pretended to doze off.

“You!” Mion was furious. She climbed onto the bed, lifted her small foot, and stomped on Haruhi’s chubby face.

“You fat slob, get up right now!”

Haruhi opened his eyes—and the view beneath her towel was on full display. Why did this Japanese girl keep giving him free shows?

He grabbed her smooth ankle and, with a gentle tug, sent Mion tumbling onto the bed. Luckily, the mattress was soft and she was unharmed.

“You—!” Mion began, but suddenly a blanket was draped over her. The infuriating fat boy tucked her in carefully, then, with a stern look, said,

“Go to sleep, or I’ll spank you again.”

With that, Haruhi got up, fetched another blanket from the closet, lay back down beside Mion, turned his back to her, and pulled up the covers.

This time, Mion didn’t act out. She just stared at his broad, mountain-like back, her expression complicated.

[Mion Kiryu: Love Assist Device activated.]
[Free hint: Lacks fatherly affection.]