MasukHe had planned to tell Lucian about repairing the phone, but instead, he had been confessing his feelings and asking for intimacy whenever they met. His brain would always automatically erase the thought of repairing the phone, which made things harder for him. He felt deeply guilty. Especially when he knew the two would have been really worried about him and might have even been searching for him. He pressed his lips in a thin line, his eyes fixed on the phone as if he was trying to pierce a hole. The system, watching him feeling dejected, finally showed up before him and displayed some words. [Affection point: 50%][You've been working hard for a week and already gained 50% of affection. Don't worry, host. Your two lovers are fine.]Perhaps it was a way of comforting Finn. [Niam and Franklin get everyday messages. Greetings and a good day wish. An explanation had also been made to let them realize that the host is particularly busy during this period.]Its voice stopped being m
Finn lay in bed, glaring at the ceiling as he listened to the water in the bathroom.His thoughts wandered back to how Lucian had heartlessly left him in the bathroom earlier and only returned after he had finished bathing. Lucian didn't want to bathe with him. He was really annoyed. Finn was about to grumble a few more times when the system interface appeared before him, cutting him short. The screen showed a string of words as if explaining an error. [Something happened in the corridor earlier, leading to a massive increase in the target's affection point. But for some reason, it reduced abruptly. Host, put more effort!]Finn stared at the words, confused and unable to decipher their meaning. The only thing that happened in the corridor was the decision they made, wasn't it? Lucian had become his bedmate. But..."Tell me, what's the affection point now?" [40%]Finn nodded absent-mindedly. His thoughts had already returned to the man in the bathroom. The system flickered for a
After listening to the type of sponsoring Lucian meant, Finn's expression showed displeasure, and he shook his head. "No. I have a lot of money, so I don't need your money." He said, looking at Lucian's face. Then, an idea struck him. "How about this, I will be your sponsor instead?" He began counting on his fingers. "I have a lot of money and can afford to take care of you." "My terms are simple. You will live in my house and sleep in my room. We'll do what we did last night every night from now on." "How about that?"Saying that, Finn felt really pleased with himself. Lucian must have been working so hard because he needed money. If he promised to take care of Lucian, would the man finally give himself some rest?At the same time, they could also deepen their relationship and slowly become lovers. Finn felt like his plan was airtight. He raised four fingers. "We'll do it only four days a week. No, three days a week. What do you think?" He could remember how Niam complained ab
Lucian stood in place, probably too stunned to speak, while Finn cried endlessly in his arms. This situation had continued for more than ten minutes already. One moment, the boy would tremble like he was finding it hard to breathe, and the next, he would continue crying. Lucian was confused. He wondered what had gone wrong. But for some reason, his heart felt uncomfortable as he watched the boy cry. Once again, his dark eyes slowly changed, replaced by anger, hatred, and slowly morphing into something he couldn't describe. "You regret it," He snapped his head to the side. "Didn't you?" His voice had totally changed. Hearing the familiar voice, the same voice that had haunted him many times in his dreams in the past, Finn choked on his tears and raised his head. The distant, almost detached look on Lucian's face had dissipated, replaced by a familiar calm and accommodating look. Finn's heart let out a loud sound. The sound that almost suffocated him. It was this same look. The e
The night was long. Perhaps it was the drug or something else entirely, but Finn had a sleepless night, and when the next day began, he was forced to stay late in bed, unable to open his eyes. By the time he woke up, it was already past three in the afternoon. He groaned as he rolled around in bed, probably searching for the man who had spent the night with him in the same bed. But he found no one. Opening his eyes, Finn frowned when he realized the room was empty. He removed the blanket, realizing he had been fully dressed and wiped clean. Pursing his lips, he tried to stand up from the bed, but the door opened, stopping his movement. Turning his head, he saw Lucian step in with a bowl in his hand. He walked over and handed it to him. He didn't seem surprised to see him awake. Finn smiled brightly. The target hadn't left him. He had thought the target regretted everything and ran away from him. Oh, he had been overthinking. Taking the steamy hot food, he stared into Lucian
Finn stubbornly held on to Lucian, ignoring his threat and staring as he helped him into the house. The butler uncle showed up with a surprise expression on his face. "Master is drunk. Thank you, Finn. I'll take care of him from here." But he seemed to know more than he let on. Finn watched as the uncle approached Lucian, and for some reason, he felt uncomfortable. Unable to endure it, he stood before Lucian, hindering the uncle from getting closer. "I'll take care of him." This was the mission target, and Finn felt like he should be the one doing the trouble of nursing him back to health. "Isn't he just drunk? Niam and Senior Franklin had been drunk before, and I took good care of them. Don't worry, he will be fine." Finn knew his uncle really cared about Lucian and was worried about him. But he really couldn't let someone else touch Lucian. He had no idea why he felt this way, but he didn't think he needed to think too much about it either. The butler frowned slightly. He look
Niam watched as the little beauty walked out of the music room, and he felt like he'd lost his mind. The door opened, revealing the blonde-haired student, who had a large grin on his face when he saw Niam. Niam ran his fingers through his hair and stretched his hand forth. The blonde-haired stud
Finn entered the music room with the target and another blonde-haired student. The target turned around after walking to the center of the room. As expected, no one was inside. "Man the door." The target ordered coldly. Finn raised a brow. Man the door? Wasn't he here to be bullied?"Oh, yeah.
Finn had been staring at the classroom door for ten minutes.Finn, after waking up in a foreign home as the only son of a single mother, followed the system's instructions as he was enrolled in a new school. As an 18-year-old boy, it was only right for him to continue schooling, and after knowing
"Beat him up," Niam ordered coldly. He chewed on the gum in his mouth while his eyes held arrogance and wildness. The boys around him went to work, approaching a red-haired boy from the neighboring school. The boy cursed under his breath and threw his bag aside. "Don't push your luck, Niam.""Ev







