System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 17: Spoon’s favorability level must be 100 or -100
"What the!" Blake shot up, eyes darting around the room.
[ Mission complete. ]
[ Reward: skill from spinning wheel ]
[ Press here → ⚫ ]
"Wait a second!" he snapped, pointing at it. "Why did you teleport me here? I mean, thanks, but you never bothered doing so in the past!"
[ Press here → ⚫ ]
"...Mh. Whatever."
He pressed it, pulling off his mask.
[ Fear Is For The Unloved (D) ]
[ If you get a skill you already have, you can combine them for a higher level or request another. ]
"Combine it."
No hesitation. Who could blame him? This skill was way too useful when it came to keeping his nerves in check.
[ Processing... ]
[ Fear Is For The Unloved! (C) ]
He let out a long breath and flopped onto the bed. Pulling out the ring, he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Ugh... how am I supposed to see the blueprints? Are they inside or something?"
He got up, turned on his phone’s flashlight, and tried to peer into it.
Nothing.
’How annoying...’
For a moment, he considered smashing it, but stopped himself. What if that just ruined it completely?
Instead, he went to make himself some soup.
’This isn’t going too bad, but...’
"Spoon, I don’t want to keep this thing in my house, what if someone takes it..."
[ Unlocked: Storage ]
[ Now the Host can store mission materials in an infinite storage. ]
"...You just made that up on the spot."
***
[ Mission: Gently blow on Myles Cortez’ hand ]
[ Time limit: 1 day ]
[ Favorability: -3 ]
[ Penalty: Favorability decay ]
What a lovely way to start the morning.
"Fuck you!"
Blake sighed yet again, dragging himself out of bed.
Realistically, what was a good way to gently blow on Myles’ hand without getting absolutely wrecked?
"Of course, none."
By the time he stepped outside, the wind was brutal. A quick glance at the weather app confirmed rain.
’Right... I gave my umbrella to Myles.’
When he got on the bus, Myles was already there, as always, sitting alone.
"Good morning."
Blake dropped into the seat beside him, flashing a bright smile. There was no point pretending, he genuinely felt satisfied after beating him.
"Good morning."
Myles, however, looked... off.
Not pissed.
Not annoyed.
But...
’If you see him every day, you notice the difference...’
Blake leaned in slightly, studying his face.
’...Now I kind of feel bad.’
He raised an eyebrow.
’Actually, no, I shouldn’t. He would’ve done something shady with those blueprints, I’m sure. But still... why is he pouting that much?’
It wasn’t even a pout, more like a faint stretch of displeasure. The kind you’d only catch if you knew what to look for.
’He should’ve been one of those obvious, popular jerks who seduce half the school’s population... not some low-key villain. Seriously, how is that even fair?’
"What are you doing?"
Blake blinked.
At some point, his hand had drifted up, fingers pressing lightly between Myles’ brows, trying to smooth out a frown that barely existed.
"Huh! I heard it’s good for your nerves!"
He immediately pulled his hand back.
"So, uh... are you free on Friday? We could hang out like we—"
"I’m free today."
"...Ah." He stared at him, caught off guard. "Today?"
Blake glanced away for a moment.
Why offer that so suddenly? Did he figure out what happened last night at the auction...?
"You don’t want to?"
"No—no, I do!" Blake waved his hands quickly. "Let’s hang out. Sounds fun."
"Before we go to my place, let’s stop by yours."
His heart skipped.
"...Why though?"
"To grab some games."
"...Ah."
He relaxed.
Right. That made sense.
"Okay! Just, don’t judge, I didn’t clean..."
As they stepped off the bus, another ding echoed.
[ Mission: Caress Myles Cortez’s cheek ]
[ Time limit: 3 days ]
[ Favorability: -3 ]
[ Penalty: ??? ]
[ Reward: Stats improvement. ]
’What the...’
Blake nearly forgot how to breathe as he glanced down.
’Aside from the new, weird reward, how am I supposed to complete this mission? He won’t let me touch his face. Last time I tried...’
A shiver ran down his spine as he slid into the seat beside Myles in class.
"Should I just live with you?" he blurted, instantly regretting it. "Huh, I didn’t mean—"
Myles turned slowly, fixing him with a strange look for a few long seconds. "For you, that would be ideal." He leaned in slightly. "You are in love with me, after all."
Heat rushed to Blake’s cheeks, and he dropped his gaze. "Yeah. But... you wouldn’t want that, right?"
...
’Why isn’t he saying anything?’
Blake looked up and found Myles still staring at him.
"When you speak, look at my face."
For some reason, Blake caught himself nodding.
’This weirdo...’
***
It had been a strange day.
After blowing on his hand during P.E. as a joke, he was planning on how to touch Myles’ face safely.
But he was still in a foul mood, and it showed, subtle yet undeniable. Still...
’Why is he continuing to stare at me? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?’
Blake exhaled a long, weary sigh, watching the rain hammer down at the entrance like a relentless drum. The drops bounced off the pavement, splashing back up in miniature explosions of water.
"Looks like we’ll have to share the umbrella again," he said, leaning a little closer to Myles, chuckling despite himself.
Myles offered nothing but space under the canvas, silent.
’That’s not even my umbrella... he has a new one. When is he going to give mine back? I don’t want to buy another.’
The wind picked up suddenly. So strongly that Blake felt almost lifted off his feet. And then, inevitably, his foot caught on something unseen, sending him tumbling forward.
’What a cliché!’ he thought, waiting to be caught by Myles.
But it really wasn’t.
"Ouch!" Blake’s body hit the wet ground hard, mud splattering over his clothes, soaking through layers, chilling him to the bone. ’This bastard could’ve caught me! What a—’
Then he froze.
Myles’ gaze was on him. That intense black stare, sharp and unyielding, slicing through the rain, through the mud, through Blake’s frustration and embarrassment.
Slowly, deliberately, Myles reached down.
The same hand that had yanked him out of a window just days ago. The same hand that had once been poised to strike.
Yet now... it offered him support.
He hesitated before letting himself be pulled up. Rain streamed down Myles’ face, and Blake noticed a drop tracing the line of his cheek. Without thinking, Blake caught it with his own hand, brushing gently against his skin.
"Don’t tell me you’re crying for me," he teased, voice half-smile, half-grumble.
[ Mission complete. ]
[ Reward: Physical Strength 1 → 4 ]
Blake finally forced himself upright, only to go still again. His hand hadn’t moved. Myles was holding it there, fingers wrapped around his wrist, pressing Blake’s palm against his cheek as if unwilling to let it go.
[ Favorability: -3 → -1 ]
