Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 82: Narrow Our Pool Of Competitors

Yana looked at Lyla with a warm smile and said, "Nothing—I really admire your tactics."

In Lyla’s astonishment, Yana reached out her hand and, in an exceptionally friendly tone, added, "At least now we share a secret: that card which got charged with 1 million today is pretty impressive."

"Sorry, that bottle of Louis XIII is finished."

It was hard to tell whether the remark was meant in goodwill or as a provocation, but Lyla couldn’t help feeling a bit uneasy.

Waving her hand dismissively and smiling generously, Yana continued, "Talking about such trivialities is pointless. Lyla, you and I know that sensible people communicate best—after all, I learned about Brother Ryan’s situation long before you did, didn’t I?"

"Yeah!"

Lyla had no way to deny it.

"I should go be attentive," Yana added, "but I’ve never even set foot in your Literature department’s classroom. Honestly, I’ve been cooped up for too long—serving breakfast, arranging lunch dates and whatnot. I’m itching to show off a bit."

"Assert your dominance; in fact, you and I both want to do just that."

Narrowing her eyes, Yana said, "However, so as not to disturb Brother Ryan’s current lifestyle, I think we both need to exercise some restraint."

"Understood!" Lyla replied after a brief moment of hesitation. Then, grasping Yana’s hand, she asked in a soft tone, "Even if he has other women, can you tolerate it?"

"Only to the maximum extent—as long as those women remain nothing more than tools for release," Yana answered with a cold laugh.

"If we can narrow our pool of competitors down to just you and me, I think that would be ideal."

"Deal!"

Lyla hesitated for a moment before asking, "Did he buy you a car?"

With unmistakable pride, Yana admitted, "There’s not much point in asking about the rest. As for the car, he got a Ferrari SF90."

"If you’re jealous, go get one for yourself."

Yana prodded further, "Brother Ryan paid for the car in full—so much so that even the son of the city’s richest man was shocked."

"Heh, see you later."

When Lyla returned to the dormitory, she found Tina so angry that she had been secretly crying before falling asleep. The entire dorm buzzed with speculation over whether Yana had lost her senses.

After a few perfunctory words, Lyla stripped off her clothes and lay down in her covers. In that moment, as she felt that the man’s semen hadn’t yet completely drained from her, a sudden surge of happiness overwhelmed her.

"Lyla!" someone called out.

The next day after school, at the entrance to the girls’ dormitory, Henry arrived. Catching sight of Lyla, he immediately rushed over and grabbed her hand, exclaiming, "Lyla, don’t ignore me!"

Lyla brushed his hand away and said firmly, "I already said we broke up—there’s no need for you to keep entangling yourself with me."

Henry’s eyes lit up; after only two or three days apart, his girlfriend’s complexion was radiantly rosy—she looked even more alluring, sexy, and undeniably feminine than before.

Previously, she had been too lazy to dress up, but now her charm was on par with Tina, the campus beauty.

"I don’t believe it—you must still love me," he insisted.

Such melodramatic entanglements played out routinely at the entrance of the dormitory; everyone was so accustomed to it yet couldn’t help but watch the spectacle.

After sleeping for an entire day, Ryan got up—his stomach growling, he had originally planned to grab a bite.

But upon arriving, he couldn’t resist mingling with the crowd to watch the commotion. The mere thought of Lyla’s coquettish allure and the sight of her youthful, tender flesh beneath her JK uniform made his manhood twitch with desire.

At that moment, Lyla spotted Ryan. Faced with the persistent advances of her ex-boyfriend, she suddenly became flustered, worried that further entanglement might tarnish the impression she held in his heart.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she decisively pulled Ryan out of the crowd.

"Oh my, this simp—what’s his deal?"

"Come on, that simp is so busy licking Tina that he’s now trying to please Lyla too…"

"Not to mention, he changed his clothes, fixed his hair—there’s still a bit of charm left,"

"Honestly, if you’re attracted to him, why not pursue him? Who knows—a virgin might give you a major boost,"

"Forget it—his looks are just so-so and hardly attractive enough. Besides, I can’t afford to deal with a broke guy,"

In fact, during the three years he had been bootlicking Tina, Ryan’s spending had been well above average—even exceeding the living expenses of some college students.

Henry was momentarily stunned. Looking at Ryan’s utterly perplexed expression, he frowned and said, "Lyla, don’t be so childish. Even if you want to anger me, you can’t pick on him, can you?"

"Who in school doesn’t know? That simp Ryan has been solely devoted to Tina all along."

Lyla gave a cold laugh as she looked at him and said, "It seems you really look down on Brother Ryan."

"Obviously—he’s completely ruined any semblance of a man," Henry retorted bluntly.

Suddenly, with a coquettish smile, Lyla teased, "Then your entanglements are no better than his."

"Henry, let me tell you—I’m not some manipulative, playing-hard-to-get green tea bitch. When I say we’re broken up, there’s absolutely no room for negotiation," she declared.

"And even if I were to choose Ryan now, I could never choose you…"

With that, Lyla suddenly wrapped both arms around Ryan’s neck and, before everyone’s eyes, closed them to deliver a passionate kiss.

Her incredibly soft, fragrant tongue, noticing Ryan’s stunned silence, teasingly licked his lips.

An uproar broke out among the onlookers:

"Oh my, Lyla is way too reckless—even if she were just a decoy, there’s no need for her to pick a simp like this!"

"Exactly—maybe this simp still has his first kiss on him, but now that it’s been tainted, how can he possibly focus on licking Tina?"

"Henry is really pitiful—Lyla must be so resolute as to overcome her disgust just to kiss this simp."

Amid the murmurs, Henry’s face turned green. He stepped forward, shoving Ryan aside, and said, "You dead simp, get out of my way!"

Their public tongue-kissing was abruptly cut short by the shove. With an ugly expression, Henry continued, "Lyla, even if you’re just acting, there’s no need to choose this guy…" His words dripped with unmistakable contempt.

Lyla responded with a cold laugh, "Henry, this isn’t an act—don’t get too full of yourself. Now that I’ve already kissed him, do you still want to kiss me?"

Aggressively, she added, "Maybe in a couple of days we’ll be in bed together, and you still won’t give up."

"Damn it, dead simp… How dare you touch my woman!" Henry roared.

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Unable to bear the mocking stares any longer, Henry’s anger finally erupted. Being a sports student—tall and burly like a bear—his punch sent shockwaves through everyone present.