"Anything, huh?" Syril had asked, trying to restrain the grin tugging the corner of his cheek.
Amy swallowed hard, almost rethinking her proposal before replying: "Anything. As long as I don't get engaged to Oliver."
'Hehehe! I'm starting to think you're changing. Trying to take advantage of the poor girl? Classic!' Raja teased.
'Shut up! Everything has been changing since I met you. If I remember well, you're the one who gave me this silly mission.' Syril retorted, his gaze still fixed on the poor girl before him.
Truly, Syril couldn't deny how his life was already making a good turn—since he got the system.
He suddenly became recognized in the café he had been working for three years. He started making a lot of tips daily. The dream girl of every male student in his high school knelt before him. All of these happened after he got that trash book.
He couldn't help himself from thinking what else was in stall.
"Brief me the plan," Syril requested.
Amy's poise changed dramatically. She jumped to her feet and sat back on the sofa, her calculating gaze returning with a smug expression.
Syril was truly bewildered. He even almost asked who she was, her transformation simply awestriking.
"Oh, I have a crazy idea." She allowed herself a small giggle before explaining the whole idea.
They sat for hours, going back and forth about their plots, completely unaware of how time passed, or weren't they?
Syril felt alive again as he spoke with the damsel. He soon realized he hadn't had a proper discussion with his peers for a long time. His conversations were mostly with the seniors running convenience stores and Rob from Amanda's.
He truly had been shut from the world for a long time.
Amy on the other hand felt safe talking with someone who wasn't planning her future or trying to woo her. Her own life had been built on diplomatic interactions and businesslike plannings.
She also was more than delighted to take a break from her daily routinely rigors.
However, their conversation soon took another direction, absolutely deviating from their scheme.
"You know you intrigue me?" Amy sheepishly said, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"How?" Syril rose his head high, pretending to be immune to her flattery.
"I admire you for your strength," Amy replied instantly, moving from her sofa to sit beside the young man.
She curled her arms under her black hoodie, the dim chandelier spilling its light on her enthralling jade eyes.
"I've always wondered how you kept your cool under the pressure. Several ability users would keep taunting, and you'd just shrug them off, like having no ability is the most basic thing."
"How you keep topping the class despite your busy schedule. That's... something special," she declared, her rosy, hot breath quickening his pulse as she drew nearer.
"I-I-I just fo... focus on my goals. They're what keep me... grounded," Syril stuttered his response, his thinned eyes heavily fixed on her delicate pink lips.
As if to test his patience, Amy intentionally shifted closer, her eyes slowly scanning his improved features.
She noticed how his shoulders looked wider, how his muscles appeared refined, his sharper jaw and symmetrical face.
"Really? Those goals... are there dangerous ones?" Amy purred, her eyes never leaving his body, her breath inviting him closer.
Syril wanted to shout, wanted to pull away, but something about her pulled him closer. His instincts screamed 'run,' but he found himself drinking in her features and her rich lavender scent.
He soon realized why she was tagged the Flemdale Beauty... her flowing blonde hair caught the light, accentuating her milky skin and the mesmerizing facial expression she wore.
Amy moved closer again, her thigh gently brushing his, sending currents of electricity that made Syril shuddered. She unfurled her arms and...
*Ding!* *Dong!* *Ding!*
A loud chime rung in, cutting off the intense moment at the 'right' time.
"Oh, wow!" Syril exclaimed, exhaling heavily as he checked the time. "It's 12AM already? We've been talking that long?"
With feigned innocence, she replied; "What? That long? How is that... how can I go home now?"
Amy dramatically raised her hands high, dragging her cheeks like she had just experienced the worst nightmare.
"I-I-I..." Syril found himself stammering, but was soon cut short.
"You don't mind I stay the night, do ya?" Amy sheepishly asked, her hands gently grazing his thigh.
"I-I... I don't. I mean, if that's... fine with you?" Syril's voice hitched, his eyes never leaving hers, his body internally quavering from her lingering touch.
"I'm fine with it," Amy replied as if she hadn't suggested the idea in the first place.
She swiftly stood up and went back to her sofa, a victorious smirk tugging the corners of her cheek.
'Lord, she's driving me crazy. I've never seen this part of her in school. Raja, do you know what's happening?' Syril thought, thinking there might be an answer from the system.
'Why don't ya enjoy the show, boy?' Raja replied evasively, ending his response with a mocking laughter.
Syril almost slapped his forehead in exasperation, but caught himself in time.
"Um..." Syril cleared his throat. "It's getting late, and I must take my rest. There are two rooms here. I'll be taking my parents' room. You take my room. It's that one." He pointed to his door and gave her a short glance before he entered his parents' room.
"Good night."
"I still can't believe a Vancouver is in my house. I'm even leaving her to herself. I just can't... I hope everything goes as planned," He muttered to himself and shut the door with a click.
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The morning light spilled into the room, illuminating every corner and angle. Syril hastily rose from his late ones' mattress, the old scent of wood clinging onto him.
He stretched until he heard a loud pop from his stiffened joints, then found his way out of the room.
He cautiously moved to his room's door and gave three gentle knocks.
No response.
"Amy?" Syril called and knocked again. Still, no response.
"She can't be sleeping till now, right?"
"Amy?" He called again, his chest already heaved, picturing the worst scenarios.
"No, my stuffs. Everything I've labored for..." He found himself muttering, forgetting how pathetic his assets were, compared to the girl's.
Without thinking twice, he pulled the doorknob. The door opened without efforts, his heart beating faster from the thought of it.
He was invited to a room with a made bed, her clothes meticulously spread and something else...
He moved closer, and that's when he saw it.
A green padded bra and green thong panties.
Syril covered his mouth, his cheeks heating up. He turned to leave, only to see the person he had been looking for.
Amy stood by the doorway, beads of water clinging to her body, her blonde hair scattered and dampened.
However, the most outstanding thing was the short towel she wrapped around her body. The white wool did little to no coverage, as her breasts were heavily pushed up, almost spilling out.
Her dripping thighs were on full display, thick and juicy. The towel being short, almost revealed her folds... still, the wet wool had slipped in the hole, revealing an inviting cameltoe.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was in the bathroom. I heard your calls, but I couldn't answer. I thought you probably wouldn't hear." Amy smiled, closing the gap to stand dangerously close to him.
Her busts became more visible, her rich, milky skin glimmering with the trapped sunlight and beads of water. The subtle, intoxicating scent of soap wafted into Syril's nostrils, threatening to shatter his composure.
She turned her gaze to the bed, and noticed he had found her laid lingerie.
"Ooh, sorry about that." She gave a sheepish smile as her cheeks turned crimson.
Syril found himself lost and dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say or do.
"I'm... so-sorry. I thought you... left," he struggled to speak. His cheeks completely flushed.
"I'll talk to you soon. Gotta prepare for work." He added and speedily left the room.
Amy found herself smiling like a crazed being, relishing in the thoughts of his reaction to her exposed body.
"Good self-control. I'm impressed," she fumfered to herself, a crazy grin still plastered on her face.
Minutes later, they were both prepared and left the house. On the road, they recapitulated their plans before going their separate ways.
Syril's job went smoothly again. He left Amanda's early, feeling lucky and pondering his plots with Amy.
Something about that day felt different.
He rushed home for preparations, his heart racing from the thoughts of the drama that would unfold that night.
That night felt energetic, more vibrant. He wasn't a fan of drama or chaos, but the night should be a memorable one.
He had clearly forgotten his previous thrashing, the fear replaced with confidence from the system.
He was the biggest anticipator that night.
"This night should be fun!" Syril asserted himself as he twisted the key in the lock.
To his surprise, the door opened and he found a large carton box on his rug.
"What is this? Who... put this here?"
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