I was bound to a flattery system – the better I flirted, the more money I made. So I flirted with three men at once. Within six months, I’d earned enough for a villa. Just as I was raking in the cash, all three men suddenly appeared and cornered me. Their faces were grim as they said: “Choose. Who do you actually like? You can only pick one.” I sent a message to “Zane, 6’2″ celebrity heartthrob”: “Missing you.” A few seconds later, Zane replied: “Don’t miss me. I’m taking three girls on a road trip tomorrow. It’s gonna be wild.” Without missing a beat, I quickly responded: “Oh, you’re going on a trip with girls? Please be safe!” Zane: “…” I took a sip of my Earl Grey tea and opened a chat with the second guy on my list, “Finn, 6’1″ CEO”: “Good morning.” Then I started watching a period drama while waiting for a response. By the time I finished the entire show, there was still no reply. As expected. Unfazed, I sent a second message: “I looked it up – your zodiac sign is known for not replying to messages. I totally understand.” Finally, he responded: “If you’re that bored, you should get a job.” I seized the opportunity: “Does Mr. Finn need a secretary? I’m great at polishing desks.” Finn: “…” When he didn’t take the bait, I moved on to the third guy on my list, “Xavier, 6’3″ campus hunk” “Happy birthday, baby!” Then I initiated a money transfer. After a moment’s thought, I added: “Don’t be a party pooper – you have to accept it!” A moment later, the transfer was accepted. Xavier replied: “Thanks sis, you’re the best~” Tsk, college boys really know how to sweet talk. I asked kindly: “How are you planning to celebrate?” Xavier: “With the campus queen~” Smiling, I sent another $520 transfer: “This is for the campus queen’s hard work keeping you company on your birthday in my place.” He probably didn’t expect me to be so magnanimous. After a few seconds of hesitation, he accepted the transfer and sent an adorable cat emoji. “It’s so nice having you, sis~” Having taken care of everything, I tossed my phone aside and let my housekeeper massage my legs and back as I smiled at the floating text in the air. [System calculating rewards…] [3 basic flattery actions completed. Total income 400 , e x p e n s e r e i m b u r s e m e n t 400,expensereimbursement140, total earnings $540 deposited.] Seeing my assets grow a bit more, I stretched lazily. My best friend’s birthday was coming up – maybe I’d buy her a house. Or how about adding a supercar to go with it? If that’s the plan, I can’t slack off. I’ll need to work even harder these next couple days. After some thought, I called Zane: “Bro, which hotel are you staying at tomorrow with those three girls? I want to send you some condoms.” Zane: “?”
As you can see, when it comes to flattery, I’m a pro. It’s not that I want to flatter – it’s just that the system pays too well. The next day, I showed up at the resort carrying a bag of contraceptives, looking shifty. The security guard quickly stopped me: “What’s your business here?” I showed him the contents of my bag and said seriously: “Delivery. Bringing condoms for the boss.” The guard was shocked, but his professional demeanor accepted it all: “Hurry on in then.” When I found Zane, he was doing fancy swim strokes in the outdoor pool. Three bikini-clad beauties of different nationalities were cheering for him on the shore. Seeing me, Zane leisurely got out of the pool, shaking his head in slow motion, letting crystalline water droplets roll joyfully and beautifully down his eight-pack abs. I took half a step back to avoid getting my designer outfit wet from the water on his body. Zane noticed my movement, raising an eyebrow with an amused look: “Playing hard to get? Hazel, your pursuit tactics have improved.” Dude, you’re overthinking it. I shyly bent my swan-like slender neck, a faint cherry blossom pink spreading across my cheeks. I stomped my dainty foot and pouted coyly: “Big bro, you meanie~ Why do you always see right through me?” Zane’s face showed a hint of “I knew it” smugness. Noticing the bag in my hand, he asked: “You really brought them?” “I bought eight boxes,” I said obediently. “Let me know if you need more.” Zane chuckled lightly, magnanimously lifting his chin: “Sit.” Sit? Your sister doesn’t have time to sit with you. I still need to go flatter the next guy to make money. I waved my hand considerately: “I won’t disturb you, big bro. You have so many people here, you’d find me annoying. I’ll be going now…” Zane seemed to want to say something, but the three beauties gracefully surrounded him, blocking his view of me. I slipped away as smoothly as an eel. But as soon as I got in the car, I unexpectedly received a text from Zane. “Accidentally ordered too much for lunch. Stay and eat?” Me: ? What’s going on? I’ve only been flattering him for half a year, he couldn’t have fallen for me, right? When I first chose these guys, I specifically checked – Zane was a playboy by nature but picky about looks. He only liked bombshell 36D types. He had 800 girlfriends for each strand of hair, always recruiting new girlfriends, never long-term ones. Difficulty level: five stars. I chose him without hesitation. He’s one of my money trees. He absolutely cannot fall for me! I didn’t dare reply. Didn’t dare reply at all. I focused on driving, stopping at a red light. A string of messages came in succession. Zane: “Why aren’t you replying?” Zane: “Crying?” Zane: “(helpless facepalm) I told you I was taking three girls out to play. You insisted on coming to see. Now you’ve seen and you’re upset. Silly girl, I really don’t know what to do with you.” Zane: “Alright alright, I’ll transfer you $3000. Go buy yourself a bag.” Two minutes later. Zane: “? Why are you still not saying anything.” Zane: “Don’t tell me you’re crying from being moved again?” Me: Black person sweating awkwardly.jpg I nervously asked the system: “What happens if the target tries to pursue me?” The system’s tone was cold and merciless: “Deductions from your earnings based on severity.” Damn it! I decisively sent back a vicious voice message: “You think a measly $3000 is enough to move me? I spend more than that on a manicure! Keep it for your retirement fund! I’ve been sick of you for a long time, you good-for-nothing dirty cucumber man!” That felt good. Hopefully this voice message will erase any budding interest he had in me and help him return to being that elusive playboy. The phone was quiet for a long time. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a message notification buzzed. Nine resolute, earth-shattering words from Zane: “You’re quite cute when you’re jealous.”
The system’s cold voice sounded: [Detected flattery received. $200 deducted.] Damn it all to hell. I immediately blocked and deleted Zane to prevent any more flirty words from costing me money. Not a great start. I frantically dialed Xavier’s number. I remembered he didn’t have class today. The phone rang for a long time before Xavier’s half-asleep voice came through: “Sis?” I put on my best rich lady voice: “I miss you. How about sis takes you for a ride on a private jet?” After a few seconds, Xavier replied with a hint of amusement: “Sure, I’ll get ready.” “It’s a promise then. I’m coming to pick you up now.” I hung up and floored it towards my second money tree. What I lost from one man, I’ll reclaim from another. Xavier seemed to have dressed up a bit today – pure white hoodie, American-style embroidery, giving off a first-kiss-still-intact vibe. I helped him fasten his seatbelt, narrowing my eyes: “You look very handsome today. Sis likes it a lot.” Xavier smiled innocently: “That’s great. I hope she likes it too.” She? Just as I was about to ask who “she” was, a girl got into the car. Matching white hoodie, mini skirt, pure and sexy makeup. Who else but the campus queen. The campus queen smiled sweetly: “Thanks for taking us out, sis~” I looked at Xavier. He smiled calmly: “You don’t mind bringing along one skinny girl, right sis?” I don’t mind at all. Not one bit. As long as the plane can fit them, you could bring eight girls for all I care. Sis just loves guys like you who are already taken. How is this any different from an iron rice bowl? I was so happy I could die. But I made sure to look at Xavier and say sincerely: “As long as you’re happy, that’s sis’s greatest fortune.” That was definitely the truth. Xavier gave me a long look, the corners of his lips curling up slightly without saying anything. The three of us took the private jet to my vacation island. The campus queen “wowed” all the way from the west side of the island to the east, starry-eyed the whole time. I quickly entered money-making mode: “Xavier, what flavor crepe would you like? Sis will make it for you.” “Vanilla, thanks sis.” Xavier glanced at the campus queen. Before he could open his mouth, I already knew what he was going to say. “What flavor crepe does your girlfriend like? Sis will make an even bigger one for her,” I said kindly. The ultimate move of a top-tier flatterer – love me, love my dog. Xavier choked for a moment: “She’s not… never mind.” He seemed to want to say something but held back, turning to ask the campus queen who was busy taking selfies what flavor she wanted. I’m a crepe-making pro. In less than five minutes, I had two ready and delivered to their hands. You ask why I’m so skilled? Because I’ve made them for other men before. Practice makes perfect. After eating the crepes, I took them out on a yacht. Along the way, I fussed over the campus queen, worried she was too hot or too cold, worried she was hungry or too full. When the campus queen got seasick, I fed her medicine. When she took photos, I showered her with compliments. It got to the point where Xavier couldn’t get a chance to show off in front of the campus queen at all. Finally Xavier got impatient. When the campus queen stumbled from drinking too much champagne, he rushed to catch her before I could. He carefully held her, his eyes full of concern. The sun was setting, casting the two of them in a warm orange glow. They looked good together. I tactfully headed towards the cabin: “I suddenly need to use the bathroom. You two carry on.” I flopped onto the bed, watching the total assets in my account jump up by tens of thousands after the system’s calculations. I couldn’t help but cheer: “Woo-hoo!” Then I put on some jazz music and started dancing. Just as I got to the hip-thrusting part, I looked up and met a pair of dark eyes by the door. “Xavier?” I froze, quickly stopping my hip movements. “Weren’t you with the campus queen…” Xavier’s eyes were gloomy and filled with discontent: “You really want us to be together?” Me: ? A bad feeling washed over me. I cautiously said: “Aren’t you already together?” Xavier narrowed his eyes: “No. I bribed her to act. I wanted to make you jealous.” Sis isn’t the jealous type by nature. Is today the end of the world? Why is everyone changing their personalities? On the verge of collapse, I asked: “Why did you suddenly want to do that?” Xavier tugged at his collar. His collarbone was flushed from alcohol as he lowered his gaze and said softly: “It wasn’t sudden. It’s been bothering me for a long time. At first I was just after your money, but you went too far. You love me so excessively. Even my mom expects something in return from me, but you don’t ask for anything.” I slumped onto the round bed. He crouched down, like an obedient tipsy puppy, looking at me with moist eyes. “The internet says love is possessiveness, but you’ve never been jealous over me. I want to know, is it because you love me too much, or because you don’t love me at all?” The last question shook me to my core. His gaze nearly pierced through my eyes to probe my heart. I instinctively held my breath, thinking to myself: “Stay calm, Hazel. You can handle this.” In this critical moment, inspiration struck and I steadily uttered two words: “Loved you.” Xavier: “?” I wiped my face, feeling like a melancholic midnight rose: “Bro, let me be honest with you. Sis did love you, but sis suddenly feels like she doesn’t love you anymore. Sometimes a woman’s heart is just like that.” What young man can accept being dumped so abruptly? None of them can. Self-esteem is an extremely fragile thing, especially for men, and even more so for young men. He would definitely lose interest in me in an instant, viewing me as the person he hates most in this life. Then I could continue flattering him again. Just as I was feeling smug, I was suddenly pushed down onto the bed, my hands tied above my head with a strap. Xavier pressed down on me, playing with a peeling knife that appeared out of nowhere. His eyes held a craziness I’d never seen before. “Sis, you can’t do this.” “You’ve loved me for so long, you can’t just stop loving me. Won’t you fall in love with me again?” “If I don’t have your love, I feel like I’ll go insane. Your love for me died, so why don’t we die together?” His breath fell on my neck, making my whole body break out in goosebumps. Shit, this guy turned out to be a yandere psycho! The system chimed in again: [Detected strong flattery received. $300 deducted.] Xavier slowly traced the back of the knife along my skin, the corners of his eyes tinged red, his voice husky like aged wine: “Didn’t sis say that as long as I’m happy, that’s enough? I’ll be happy as long as sis loves me again.” He gripped my chin, his tone coaxing: “Be a good sis, say you love me.” [Deducting $400.] I blurted out: “Fuck!” Xavier’s whole body trembled, his voice taking on a quivering tone: “Curse at me again, sis. It feels so good.” ? Who can understand this? When crazy opens the door for crazy, crazy comes home. Just as I thought I was going to die at his hands today, there was a loud bang from the sky and the campus queen made a dazzling entrance. Seeing our compromising position, the campus queen let out a “Hi!” and threw Xavier onto the floor, then crawled on top of me. With flushed cheeks and reeking of alcohol, she buried her face in my chest and nuzzled: “Sis, don’t like him anymore. Like me instead, okay?” Me: Uh, miss? The campus queen said passionately: “Only a girl truly understands what another girl wants. I won’t let you get hurt. I only like you, okay?” I looked troubled: “That sounds great, but—” Xavier gritted his teeth and crawled up from the floor. Just as he brought his face close, the campus queen smiled and threw a punch, knocking him out cold back onto the floor. “Learned some Muay Thai,” the campus queen smiled gently. “Please continue, sis.” I swallowed hard: “Well, I suppose it’s not impossible.” The campus queen hugged me contentedly and fell asleep. I struggled with all my might to undo the restraints and fled to shore in the middle of the night. Just as I caught my breath, I received a new message. From Finn. “Come pick me up from work.”
I stared at those words, lost in thought. In the past, I would voluntarily go pick him up from work every day, since each time earned me $500. But given the two mishaps today, to be on the safe side, I called him. I cut straight to the chase: “You’re not planning to transfer me $3000, are you?” Finn: “?” Me: “You don’t have any other women around to make me jealous, do you?” “…” Finn was silent for three seconds. “Hazel, did you take the wrong medication?” Hearing him scold me as usual felt warm and reassuring. I sighed: “Wait for me, I’ll be right there.” At the bottom of Finn’s office building, Finn stood in the wind. He was cupping his hands to light a cigarette. Seeing me get out of the car, he immediately put it out. My voice was so gentle it could squeeze out water: “Let’s go, Finny. Let’s get in the car.” Finn raised his chin, gesturing for me to look at the Porsche Cayenne nearby. Oh, Mr. CEO is tired of my Maybach. No problem, I can drive any car. I scurried over and pulled open the driver’s door, saying to the driver inside: “Brother, get out. Shift change.” The driver was dumbfounded: “Miss, you?” Finn seemed to sigh, walking over to open the back door: “Get in.” “Huh?” I was a bit confused but did as he said. Finn also got in and the car started driving smoothly. I asked: “Finny, where are we going?” Finn said: “You’ll know when we get there.” An ominous feeling vaguely rose in my heart. Thirty minutes later, the car pulled into an amusement park that had already closed for the day. What’s going on? Amusement park horror night? As soon as I got out of the car, I heard Finn snap his fingers coolly. In an instant, lights came on all over the amusement park, as if a dormant fairy tale world had suddenly come to life before our eyes. I understood. I grinned widely: “If you wanted me to accompany you to the amusement park, you could have just said so.” Finn held my wrist through his sleeve and led me inside, stopping in front of the carousel. Golden neon lights flickered, dreamy music enveloping us. Fragments of memories flashed through my mind, briefly making me lose focus. I sniffled and pulled out my phone, patting his butt: “Go on, go on. I’ll take photos for you.” Finn was first shocked by me patting his butt, but eventually held back and snatched my phone: “You go. I’ll take the photos.” “?” I flew into a rage. “Why don’t you just rob me directly?” Does this guy know how much money this will cost me? Finn: “?” After a two-second standoff, Finn pressed his lips together: “I like watching people ride the carousel.” “?” I suddenly understood. So he brought me here because he has that kind of fetish. I patted his shoulder understandingly: “You should have said so earlier. Sis will satisfy you.” I happily ran towards my favorite horse. The music turned romantic and beautiful, the lights around us slowly rising and falling, a gentle breeze caressing my face. In the past, I had only watched others ride. So this is what it feels like to ride a carousel. After going on several rides together, my stomach growled as we got off the mini train. He suddenly asked: “What flavor crepe do you want?” I was stunned for a moment. No one had ever asked me that question before. It was always me asking others. I thought seriously: “I want durian flavor.” Finn nodded and rolled up his sleeves, walking into a crepe truck. I was dumbfounded again. I thought he would just buy me one at most. I didn’t expect him to make it himself. He skillfully spread out the batter, the aroma wafting out with the heat. When handling the durian flesh, his facial expression was very stiff, most likely holding his breath. Watching him concentrate on plating under the lights, I suddenly felt my heartbeat become more noticeable in my left chest. He brought the plate over, a hint of anticipation hidden beneath his calm expression: “Try it.” I took a bite. Wow, it tasted better than mine. He asked: “How is it?” I was about to say “Super delicious” when a harsh female voice sounded in my mind: [Mid-level flattery received. $500 deducted.] Anger burst out of my mouth: “It’s okay. Just okay.” Based on my judgment of Finn, he would definitely get angry, grab my neck and growl “Woman, you’re playing with fire.” But he didn’t.
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