I admit I was wrong. I am a modern woman, but I got tangled up with a strange system that made me earn money by pleasing men. I was simultaneously pleasing three men, and within less than six months, I made enough money to buy a villa. While I was busy making money, these three men suddenly showed up and cornered me against the wall. With grim expressions, they asked, “Tell us, who do you really like? You can only choose one.” I messaged the person saved as [6’2 Sagittarius Star, Acton Lyons] and said: [I miss you.] A few seconds later, Acton replied: [Stop missing me. I’m taking three girls out tomorrow. It’s going to be fun.] I quickly responded, still cheerful: [Taking girls out, huh? Be sure to drive safely.] Acton sent a string of ellipses. I elegantly took a sip of coffee, then messaged the second person on my list, saved as [6’1″ Capricorn CEO, Theodore Blakely,] with a simple [Good morning.] Then I started watching a drama. By the time I finished an entire season, he still hadn’t replied. But this didn’t surprise me. Calmly, I sent a follow-up message: [I checked, Capricorns really don’t like replying to messages. I understand.] Finally, he replied: [If you’re so free, why don’t you get a job?] I smoothly answered: [Mr. Blakely, do you need a secretary? I’m not only great at work, but I’m also quite good in bed.] Theodore sent another string of ellipses. He didn’t respond, which was fine. I turned my attention to the third person on my list, saved as [6’3″ Pisces Campus Heartthrob, Conley Morrison.] [Baby, happy birthday!] I messaged, then sent 500 dollars to him. After a moment’s thought, I added: [You have to accept this.] Soon, the transfer was received. Conley replied: [Thanks, Ms. Ellsworth, you’re so sweet.] I thought to myself, “What a sweet young man!” I asked kindly: [So, how are you celebrating your birthday?] Conley: [With the campus queen.] I smiled and transferred another 500 dollars. [This is for the campus queen’s hard work. I want to thank her for keeping you company on my behalf.] Conley probably didn’t expect me to be this generous. After a brief pause, he accepted the transfer and sent me a cute cat emoji. [Ms. Ellsworth, you’re truly amazing.] Having taken care of these, I put my phone down, let the maid give me a massage, and smiled at the fluttering words in the air. [System is settling your account…] [Three basic flattery behaviors completed, total earnings: 3,000 dollars, reimbursement for transfer: 1,000 dollars, total earnings: 4,040 dollars. Funds have been deposited.] Looking at my increasing balance, I stretched lazily. My best friend’s birthday was coming up, and I wanted to buy her a house. I thought, “Maybe I should throw in a sports car for her too. Well, it looks like I’ll need to work harder these next few days.” With that in mind, I dialed Acton’s number. “Acton, which hotel are you taking the three girls to tomorrow? I’ll come by with some condoms.” Acton was clearly stunned at my words.
As you can see, when it came to pleasing others, I was a professional. It was not something I wanted to do myself, but the system paid way too well. The next day, I sneaked over to Serenwood Mansion carrying a bag of contraceptives. The security guard quickly stopped me. “What are you here for?” I showed him the contents of my bag and said seriously, “I’m a delivery runner. We specialize in professional condom delivery services for clients in need.” The guard was stunned, but his professionalism kicked in, and he accepted it. “Go on.” When I found Acton, he was swimming in the outdoor pool. Three bikini-clad beauties of different nationalities cheered for him from the shore. When he saw me, Acton slowly walked ashore, flicking his head so that droplets of water rolled off his abs. I took a step back, making sure not to get my Chanel dress wet. Acton noticed my movement, raised an eyebrow, and teased, “Playing hard to get? Beatrice, your pursuit skills have improved.” I inwardly rolled my eyes and thought, “You’re thinking too much.” I lowered my head shyly, my cheeks tinged pink. I stamped my foot, pouted, and said, “Stop teasing me…Why do you always have to expose me like that? I’m about to cry…” Acton smiled smugly and noticed the bag in my hand. “You really bought them?” “I got eight boxes,” I said obediently, “If that’s not enough, let me know.” Acton let out a light laugh and gestured for me to sit down. “Sit.” I thought to myself, “Sit? I don’t have time to sit with you. I’ve got to go please the next guy and make more money.” I tactfully waved my hand. “I won’t bother you. There are too many people here, and I’m sure you’ll find me annoying. I’ll just leave…” Acton seemed about to say something, but then the three beauties gracefully surrounded him, blocking his view of me. I seized the opportunity to slip away. But as soon as I sat in the car, my phone buzzed with a message from Acton. [I accidentally ordered too much for lunch. Want to stay and eat?] I froze. I thought, “What is this? I’ve only been pleasing him for half a year. He’s not actually starting to develop feelings for me, right?” When I picked him, I had specifically checked his profile. Acton was known for being flirtatious but having a specific type. He only liked perfectly shaped, sexy women. He had countless girlfriends, but none of them lasted long. Seeing that his difficulty rating was five stars, I hadn’t hesitated to choose him as my prey. He was one of my cash cows, and I couldn’t let him fall for me! I was too scared to reply to his message. I focused on driving and stopped at a red light. My phone kept buzzing with messages. Acton: [Why aren’t you replying?] Acton: [Did you cry?] He sent a resigned emoji, then added: [I told you I was taking three girls out. You shouldn’t insist on showing up. Now you’re upset. Silly girl, what should I do to you?] Acton: [Alright, alright, I’ll send you 30 thousand dollars. Go buy a bag.] Two minutes later, another message came through. Acton: [Why are you still not replying?] Acton: [Did I make you cry with my kindness?] I felt a wave of helplessness. I nervously asked the system, “What happens if the target starts pursuing me instead?” The system’s voice was cold and detached. “Your salary will be reduced according to the extent.” I cursed inwardly. I decisively grabbed my phone and recorded a voice message full of venom. “You think 30 thousand dollars is enough to move me? Dream on! I spend more than that on manicures! Keep it for your retirement fund! I’ve been sick of you for a while, you useless playboy!” After sending it, I felt relieved. I hoped this voice message would crush any budding feelings he might have and help him return to being the difficult-to-please playboy he was before. The phone remained silent for a long time. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the message alert went off. Then I saw Acton’s firm reply. [Your jealous side is pretty cute.]
The system coldly notified me: [Detected flattery behavior. Deducting 2,000 dollars.] This was insane. I immediately blocked and deleted Acton, just in case he said anything else that would cost me more money. Things were going so wrong. I called Conley. I remembered he didn’t have classes today. The phone rang for quite a while before he picked up, his voice still drowsy. “Ms. Ellsworth?” I mimicked the tone of an aristocratic lady and said, “Hey, I miss you. Little darling, how about I take you on a private jet, and we go somewhere fun?” A few seconds later, Conley replied with a smile in his voice, “Sounds good, I’ll get ready.” “Then it’s a deal. I’ll pick you up now.” I hung up the phone and floored the accelerator, heading straight to my second cash cow. I was determined to earn back what I had lost from one man through another. Conley seemed to have made an effort to dress up today. He wore a crisp white hoodie, his hair neatly styled, looking youthful and fresh. I helped him fasten his seatbelt and squinted playfully. “You look handsome today. I like it.” Conley smiled innocently, “That’s great. I hope she likes it too.” I raised an eyebrow. Just as I was about to ask who this “she” was, a girl jumped into the car. She wore the same white hoodie as Conley, with an ultra-short skirt and perfect makeup. I recognized her immediately. She was Sandra Powell, the campus queen at Conley’s school. Sandra flashed a sweet smile. “Thanks, Ms. Ellsworth, for taking us out!” I turned to Conley, who calmly smiled, “Ms. Ellsworth, I’m sure you don’t mind taking a lovely girl along, right?” I didn’t mind at all. As long as the jet could fit, I wouldn’t mind if he brought eight girls. I loved guys who were already taken. To me, guys like that were cash cows. I was thrilled, and with all sincerity, I told Conley, “I just want you to be happy. Your happiness is my greatest wealth.” And that was the truth. Conley gave me a long look, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but he didn’t say anything. We three boarded the private jet and flew to my island resort. From the moment Sandra arrived on the island, she was in awe of everything, gasping and marveling at every little thing. I quickly switched to money-making mode. “Conley, what kind of crepes do you want? I’ll make them for you.” “Vanilla, please. Thanks, Ms. Ellsworth.” Conley glanced at Sandra. Before he could say anything, I already knew what he wanted. “What does your girlfriend like?” I asked sweetly. “I’ll make her an even bigger one.” I knew this was a top-notch, pleasing technique. I pleased the girl he liked, too, knowing this was the best way to get on his good side. Conley hesitated, then said, “She doesn’t… never mind.” He trailed off and turned to ask Sandra, who was busy taking selfies, what kind of crepes she wanted. I was a pro at making crepes and had them ready in under five minutes, handing them to Sandra and Conley with a smile. I was this quick because I had made them for other men before. Just like they said, practice makes perfect. After we finished the crepes, I took them out on the yacht. Along the way, I fussed over Sandra. I worried she might be hot, cold, hungry, or even full from eating too much. When she got seasick, I gave her medicine. When she was snapping pictures, I showered her with compliments. I was so attentive, and Conley hardly had a chance to make any move. Finally, when Sandra had too much champagne and collapsed, Conley rushed to catch her before I could, carefully holding her in his arms, his eyes full of concern. As the sun set, they sat close, basking in the warm orange light, looking picture-perfect together. I gracefully walked to the cabin, “I suddenly need to use the restroom. You two carry on.” I jumped into the bed and checked my account. The balance was climbing rapidly, and I couldn’t help but cheer. Then, I turned on some jazz and started dancing. Just as I was swaying to the rhythm, I suddenly noticed Conley standing in the doorway. “Conley?” I froze and quickly stopped my dance. “Aren’t you with Sandra…?” Conley’s eyes were dim with a mix of sadness and something else…resentment, maybe. “You really want us to be together?” I froze. An ominous premonition washed over me, and I cautiously asked, “Aren’t you already together?” Conley squinted at me, his gaze darkening. “No. She’s just someone I hired to act. I wanted to make you jealous.” Oh my God. I was never one for jealousy. I thought to myself, “Is today the end of the world? Why is everyone changing?” I felt like I was about to crack. “Why would you suddenly do this?” Conley tugged at his collar, his clavicle flushed from the alcohol. He looked down and slowly spoke, “It wasn’t sudden. It’s been bothering me for a while. At first, I was with you just for your money, but you’ve gone too far. You love me too much. Even my mom wants something in return, but you don’t ask for anything.” I collapsed on the round bed. He crouched down beside me like a lost puppy, looking up with tearful eyes. “Everyone says love is about possession. But you’ve never gotten jealous of me. I want to know… do you love me so much, or not at all?” His last words hit me like a ton of bricks. His gaze seemed to pierce through my eyes and probe deep into my soul. I instinctively held my breath, mentally whispering, “Stay calm, Beatrice. You can handle this.” In that tense moment, I had an idea. I steadied myself and calmly said, “I did love you.” Conley froze. I wiped my face, forcing a sad expression. “I’ll be honest with you. I did love you. But suddenly, I don’t feel the same anymore. Sometimes, a woman’s heart changes like that. Just like the song says, love is something that can fade so easily…” I didn’t feel guilty at all. After all, many guys went through breakups like this, sudden and unexpected. Self-esteem is fragile, especially men’s. Even more so for young men. I thought after hearing my words, he’d immediately hate me and consider me the person he’d despise the most. And then, I’d be free to continue pleasing him again. Just as I was reveling in my victory, Conley suddenly shoved me down onto the bed. My hands were tied with a strap and pulled up above my head. Conley leaned over, pulling out a peeler and twirling it in his fingers. His gaze was something I had never seen before. He looked wild, almost insane. “Ms. Ellsworth, you can’t do this. “You’ve loved me for so long. You can’t just stop loving me. Will you fall for me again? “If I lose your love, I think I’ll go crazy. If you’ve stopped loving me, let’s die together, okay?” His breath was hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I thought, “Crap. This guy looks so innocent, but he’s actually a psychopath!” The system pinged again: [Detected intense flattery behavior. Deducting 3,000 dollars.] Conley traced the back of the blade across my skin, his eyes darkening, his voice hoarse. “Ms. Ellsworth, didn’t you say you’d do anything to make me happy? If you fall for me again, I’ll be happy.” He grabbed my chin, coaxing me in a low voice, “Come on, Ms. Ellsworth. Tell me you love me.” [Deducting 4,000 dollars.] Hearing System’s notification, I snapped, “Screw you.” Conley shuddered, his voice trembling with excitement. “Ms. Ellsworth, say it again. It feels so good.” I was utterly stunned. At that moment, I felt a sense of complete despair. I realized this guy was a freak. Just as I thought I might be doomed, Sandra barged in. She saw us in our compromising position, yelled, “Hey!” and shoved Conley to the floor, then crawled on top of me. Her face flushed, smelling of alcohol. She nuzzled her face into my chest and said, “Ms. Ellsworth, stop liking him. Please like me instead.” I was completely dumbfounded. Sandra smiled lovingly, “Only girls understand what other girls want. I won’t let you suffer. I only like you. How about it?” I hesitated, “Sounds great, but…” Conley, gritting his teeth, got up and leaned in, but Sandra smiled and punched him squarely in the face, sending him crashing back to the floor. “I know boxing,” Sandra said sweetly. “Ms. Ellsworth, you can continue.” I swallowed hard. “Well, I think I can accept that.” Sandra curled up and fell asleep in my arms. I fought to untie myself, then escaped the island under cover of night. Just as I took a deep breath, I got a new message. It was from Theodore. He said: [Come pick me up.]
I stared at the message, lost in thought. In the past, I would always make an effort to pick Theodore up after work since each time, he earned me 5,000 dollars. But after two misfortunes today, I decided to be cautious and just called him. I got straight to the point. “You’re not planning to give me money, are you?” Theodore answered with a question mark. I continued, “You are not planning to have some women around you to make me jealous, right?” There was a brief silence, then Theodore replied, “Beatrice, are you going nuts?” Seeing his usual indifferent words, I felt a wave of warmth and relief wash over me. I sighed, “Wait for me. I’ll be there soon.” Downstairs in the Blakely Group building, Theodore stood in the wind. He had just lit a cigarette, but when he saw me get out of the car, he quickly put it out. I spoke gently, “Let’s go, Teddy. Get in the car.” Theodore nodded toward a nearby Porsche. I thought to myself, “Ah, looks like Mr. Blakely is tired of my Maybach. Fine, a change of car is fine by me.” I hurried over, opened the driver’s side door, and said to the driver, “Sir, please get out. I’ll drive.” The driver looked confused. “Miss, what are you…?” Theodore sighed softly and walked over to open the rear door. “Get in.” “Ah?” I was a little stunned but did as told. Theodore slid into the car beside me, and the vehicle started moving smoothly. I asked, “Teddy, where are we going?” Theodore replied, “You’ll know when we get there.” A sense of unease crept into me. Thirty minutes later, the car pulled into a closed amusement park. I thought, “What is going on here? This feels like something out of a horror movie. It’s terrifying.” As I got out of the car, I heard Theodore snap his fingers. The lights of the entire park flickered on, and suddenly, the silent fairytale world seemed to come alive. I understood then. I smiled and said, “If you just wanted me to go to an amusement park with you, you could have said so.” Theodore took my wrist through my coat sleeve and led me inside, stopping in front of the carousel. Golden neon lights blinked, and dreamy music surrounded us. Some fragmented memories flashed through my mind, and for a moment, I lost focus. I sniffed, then pulled out my phone and gave his rear a playful tap. “Go ahead. I’ll take a picture for you.” Theodore was momentarily surprised by my playful action, but he quickly got over it and snatched my phone away. “You go. I’ll take the picture.” I was annoyed. “Why don’t you just take my money from my pocket?” I thought, “Does this guy even realize how much he’s costing me with these little moments?” Theodore looked clearly confused. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds, and then he smiled, “I like watching people on the carousel.” Hearing that, I understood. I thought, “So that’s why he brought me here. It’s his little quirk.” I patted his shoulder with understanding. “You should have said so earlier. I’ll indulge you.” I cheerfully ran over to my favorite horse. The music grew more romantic and beautiful, and the lights around us slowly danced, rising and falling. A gentle breeze brushed my face. I had always watched others ride the carousel before. This was my first time experiencing it for myself. I spent the next several hours enjoying rides with him, and when we got off the little forest train, my stomach growled. He suddenly asked, “What kind of crepes would you like?” I froze for a moment. No one had ever asked me that before. Normally, I was the one asking others. After a moment of thought, I replied, “Blueberry.” Theodore nodded and rolled up his sleeves as he walked toward a crepe stall. I stood there for a second, stunned. I thought he was just going to buy me one, but no, he was going to make it himself. He skillfully spread the batter, and the delicious aroma filled the air. He seemed… less cold than usual. Watching him focus on the crepe-making process under the lights, I suddenly felt my heart rate quicken. He brought the plate over to me, his expression still calm, but there was a hint of expectation. “Try it.” I took a bite and realized it tasted better than the ones I made. He asked, “How is it?” I was about to say, “It’s delicious,” when suddenly I heard an irritating voice in my mind. “Intermediate flattery behavior detected. Deducting 5,000 dollars.” Fuming, I responded, “It’s okay. Just okay.” Based on what I knew of Theodore, I expected him to turn red with anger, grab me by the throat, and growl, “Woman, you’re out of the line.” But he didn’t.
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