Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 68: Dinner

After some thought, he rejected Yana, arranged to have a snack with Tina, and secretly set up dinner with Lyla.

In the girls’ dormitory, Lyla hummed a little tune as she pulled out her most expensive skirt. At that moment, the lingerie she was wearing was very sexy.

The alluring rose-red hue accentuated her fair, snow-white skin, making her look even more enticing. Although she appeared to be merely Tina’s follower, she was, in fact, a class beauty.

With her lively and cheerful personality and countless sycophantic admirers, and having taken dance lessons since elementary school, her figure was perfectly proportioned and extremely sexy.

While having the late-night snack together, Tina felt a glimmer of hope.

After setting her phone aside, she giggled sweetly and, coming up from behind, hugged Lyla. With both hands, she reached through Lyla’s bra to grab and knead her breasts, exclaiming, "Little Lyla!!"

"Dressed so sexy—you must be going on a date with your boyfriend tonight," she teased.

At that moment, Lyla paused to think, adjusted her bra to make her cleavage look even sexier, and replied, "That guy… his head’s full of tadpoles, and he’s so clingy all day long that even ghosts would be annoyed."

Lyla rolled her eyes and retorted, "And you—you suddenly laugh so happily. Did you eat shit?"

"Ryan said we’d have a snack together tonight," Tina revealed with anticipation.

He must be trying to pull his old trick—strolling around until the dormitory is closed—so I even brought my ID card, she added.

"You’re so determined!" came the reply.

Upon hearing that name, Lyla felt no guilt at all and joked nonchalantly, "What, do you want to turn it into a done deal right away and just tie him up???"

"Dream on!" Tina snapped back, her tone proud.

"But you have to give him a little sweetness to keep him hooked; at most, I’ll just use my hands to make him feel good."

"If your simp is still a virgin, he should be very satisfied," Lyla remarked disdainfully. In her heart, she looked down on him—what era is it now, still playing hard to get? Haven’t you seen how proactive Yana is? Maybe they’ve even already slept together.

With your childish and coy attitude, you deserve to have a big money sponsor snatched away by you—in that case, I won’t hesitate to take him.

"Oh, you’re going to wear that skirt out? I was planning to borrow it from you tonight," Tina said as she noticed Lyla had finished dressing.

Lyla casually picked up the Chanel No. 5 perfume on the table—which Ryan had previously given to Tina—and while spraying it, said, "Not tonight; I want to wear it myself, and you didn’t even let me know in advance."

"Lyla, when i have the snack, you have to come over!" Tina insisted.

"Why? Aren’t you going to seduce him in a world of two?" Lyla asked, a bit surprised.

Tina pulled her, acting coquettishly, "There’s no other way—being alone together is definitely boring. You know that wooden guy; when he’s nervous, he stutters when he speaks."

"With you here, he’ll relax a bit. Once we’re done eating and drinking, you can head back to the dorm, and I’ll take care of the rest."

"Alright!!!" Lyla agreed with a dismissive thought, she still looked down on Ryan deep in her heart.

Her mindset hadn’t changed at all; this wine isn’t for giving someone courage, but rather for providing an escape route. He’ll probably try his old act of pretending to be drunk again.

How childish—someone like you still wants to compete with Yana? Just wait and see what I can do.

Under a star-filled sky, the university campus buzzed with life—couples strolling, groups of three or five exercising, and people enjoying the night.

At the school gate, Lyla, as cautious as a thief, deliberately walked a distance before meeting Ryan.

"Ding… Bound object: Lyla, favorability: 60."

Ryan rode up on his little electric scooter and said with a smile, "Why don’t you let me pick you up? Walking this distance is so tiring."

Having already marked her as his counterattack target, Ryan was scheming on how to quickly throw money at increasing her favorability—at that moment, his eyes lit up.

Lyla was also a pretty little beauty, though she wasn’t one to fuss much about dressing up. Today, she had tidied herself up a bit with care and instantly became so beautiful that she was almost unrecognizable—it could be said she was on par with Tina.

"No need. It wouldn’t be good if Sweet Tina sees, I’m afraid she’ll think too much," she said with a smile as pure as a lotus, speaking gently and considerately—though she was merely giving Ryan a psychological hint.

Lyla gracefully sat in the back seat. Wearing her skirt, she looked delicate as she said, "Ryan, drive steadily—I don’t want my skirt to be exposed."

"Don’t worry, I’m a professional food delivery driver," Ryan replied.

Just as Ryan turned the key, a soft sensation from behind made him shudder.

"You really must drive steadily, or I’ll be scared," Lyla said. As she spoke, she wrapped one arm around Ryan’s waist and pressed her whole body intimately against his back.

That soft feeling came naturally from her full breasts, and the contact was unmistakably clear without any interference from a bra—pressed tightly, one could feel the youthful elasticity.

Completely bare... no bra...

Ryan’s judgment was spot-on, for when Lyla was about to leave, she had thought for a moment and taken off her bra, replacing it with the thinnest tube top.

Determined to seduce, she wasn’t going to be coy—wearing a bra was merely to create cleavage, but on second thought, it wasn’t necessary; seducing more directly would be better.

If she didn’t dislike thongs, Lyla might even have wanted to go completely topless.

"If you’re scared, just hold on tight!!"

Ryan, who once was a brainless bootlicker, now that he had lost his virginity, could be said to have had his Ren and Du meridians opened—a true epiphany.

Although Lyla claimed innocence with her words, the way she pressed her bare chest against him made it clear she was seducing him, and Ryan’s lack of objection signified his tacit consent.

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The two, each harboring ulterior motives, reached an unspoken and immediate understanding.

Ryan drove off with her, unaware that a familiar figure was following behind. Yana saw Ryan and had originally intended to come over and say hello.

However, noticing that Ryan seemed to be waiting for someone, the perceptive Yana didn’t dare to interrupt.

After all, Ryan had already refused to have dinner with her. Although it was just one meal and might not seem like a big deal, for Yana—who was eager to solidify their relationship—it was somewhat disheartening.

Could he be waiting for Tina???

No, that couldn’t be; if it were her, she would have just waited at the door of the girls’ dormitory.