Absolute Loser Becomes The Pleasure King Using Satan System

Chapter 110: 110.The chaotic dinner-2

"I can walk perfectly fine on my own, you know," Brandy grumbled.

She didn’t pull away from Reina’s supporting arm, but she crossed her free arm tightly over her chest, glaring at Mylo from the base of the dorm steps.

"Don’t think this makes us best friends or anything," she huffed, her amber eyes darting to the side to avoid his gaze. "But... thanks. For kicking that door down. I guess."

Mylo smirked. The tough-girl act was slipping, but he let her have it.

"Anytime, Brandy," he said smoothly. "Just stay safe."

He shifted his gaze to the girl beside her.

The absolute second his eyes met Reina’s, her face erupted into a furious, glowing shade of red. She squeaked, her shoulders jumping as she instantly glued her eyes to her scuffed sneakers.

Her fingers fidgeted anxiously with the hem of her skirt. The ghost of their recent kiss—the soft, desperate press of their lips—hung heavy and electric in the air between them.

"T-Thank you, Mylo," Reina stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She absolutely refused to look at his lips. "I’ll... I’ll take good care of her tonight."

"Call me if either of you need anything," Mylo said, his voice softening.

He watched the two of them shuffle behind the heavy glass doors, Reina still fanning her burning cheeks.

"Playing the gallant knight again, Mr. Angry?"

A smooth, teasing voice drifted from the shadows of the nearby archway.

Venice stepped into the evening light. She wore a tight, cropped jacket and denim shorts that hugged her thick thighs and rounded hips flawlessly.

Mylo felt a sudden, violent spike of heat pool in his lower abdomen.

The Sin of [Pleasure] roared to life in his veins, thick and demanding. His eyes hungrily traced the curve of her waist, his mind instantly flashing to an image of pinning her against the brick wall and tearing that jacket off.

Damn it, Mylo cursed internally, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper. Not now.

He forced his gaze up to meet her calculating eyes.

"Playing the lurking ghost again, Venice?" Mylo shot back.

She chuckled, twirling a loose strand of blonde hair around her finger. "Just making sure you didn’t get yourself killed today. You attract trouble like a magnet."

"I’m harder to kill than I look," Mylo said.

"We’ll see about that," Venice winked, turning toward the dorms with a sway of her hips that absolutely did not help his current predicament. "Don’t miss me too much."

Mylo exhaled a heavy, ragged breath as she disappeared. He mentally pulled up his system interface.

[NOTIFICATION]

Daily Quest: Satisfy five women today!!

Brandy and Reina are safe and together, Mylo calculated coldly. That has to count as two.

Three slots left.

He checked his phone. 4:55 PM. It was time.

The back gate of the campus was relatively deserted.

Miss Chloe stood under the shade of a large oak tree. She wore a light beige trench coat left unbuttoned, revealing a simple, elegant blouse that hugged the soft swell of her chest perfectly.

Mylo’s pulse kicked up again. She looks way too good for a grocery run.

"You’re actually early," Chloe noted, tucking a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear as he approached.

"I wouldn’t dare keep my anchor waiting," Mylo smiled.

Chloe cleared her throat, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. "Well. Let’s get this over with quickly. Four blocks, you said?"

"Lead the way."

The supermarket was massive, brightly lit, and blissfully empty of college students.

The moment they grabbed a shopping cart, Chloe shifted entirely into her element. The flustered deputy head vanished, replaced by a woman on a domestic mission.

"You need greens, Mylo," she lectured, marching into the produce aisle and meticulously inspecting a bundle of spinach. "Living on your own doesn’t mean surviving on frozen meat and instant ramen."

"Miss Chloe, I don’t even own a frying pan yet," Mylo joked, leaning against the cart.

"Then we are buying one," she sighed, dropping the spinach into the basket. "Honestly, what were you planning to eat tonight if I hadn’t come?"

"Probably a block of cheese," Mylo grinned.

Chloe rolled her eyes, but a fond smile broke through her stern facade. "You are hopeless. Grab those tomatoes. The firm ones."

Mylo reached across her to grab the tomatoes. As he did, his forearm brushed smoothly against hers.

Chloe flinched slightly, her breath catching. She quickly stepped back, her eyes darting nervously around the empty aisle.

"Careful," she whispered, suddenly hyper-aware of their proximity.

"It’s just tomatoes," Mylo teased, stepping a fraction closer.

Before Chloe could scold him, a shopping cart rattled around the corner. An elderly woman with thick, curly white hair paused right beside them, offering a warm, wrinkly smile.

"Oh, what a lovely looking couple," the old woman beamed.

Chloe froze completely.

"It’s so nice seeing young newlyweds shopping together," the woman continued, oblivious to the sheer panic in Chloe’s eyes. "My husband never once helped me pick out the vegetables."

Chloe’s face turned the color of a ripe strawberry.

"Oh! N-No, ma’am, you misunderstand!" Chloe stammered, frantically waving her hands. "We aren’t—I am his—!"

"She’s the boss of the house," Mylo interrupted smoothly.

He slid his hand directly onto the small of Chloe’s back, pulling her flush against his side.

The scent of vanilla and expensive perfume flooded Mylo’s senses. Her body was incredibly soft, yielding perfectly against his arm. The Sin of [Pleasure] flared so hard Mylo’s vision momentarily blurred.

I want to bite her neck right here, his dark thoughts screamed. I want to see that professional mask completely shatter.

He tightened his grip on her waist, his thumb tracing a slow circle against her coat.

The old woman chuckled warmly. "I can tell! You hold onto her, young man. She’s a keeper."

"I plan to," Mylo smiled effortlessly.

The elderly woman waved and pushed her cart down the aisle.

The absolute second she was out of sight, Chloe shoved Mylo’s arm away, her chest heaving. She was practically vibrating with embarrassment.

"Mylo Zane!" she hissed, her eyes blazing as she grabbed a large cucumber from the display and shoved it hard into his chest. "What was that?!"

"It was the easiest way out," Mylo laughed, rubbing his chest. "If you told her you were my teacher, she would have asked a hundred uncomfortable questions."

"You... you didn’t have to grab my waist like that!"

"I was just playing the part of the devoted husband," Mylo shrugged innocently, stepping close enough that she had to tilt her head up to glare at him. "Did I do a bad job?"

Chloe glared at him, her lips pressed into a tight, flustered pout. She couldn’t find a single word to fight back with.

"Hold the vegetables and keep quiet," she muttered, spinning on her heel and marching briskly toward the dairy aisle.

Mylo chuckled, trailing dutifully behind her, watching the furious sway of her hips.

By the time they finished loading the grocery bags, the sun had already dipped below the horizon. The sky was painted in deep, dusky shades of purple and dark blue.

Mylo carried three heavy plastic bags in each hand, absolutely refusing to let Chloe carry a single item.

"You really didn’t have to carry all of it," Chloe said softly as they walked side-by-side down the cooling street.

"I invited you to help me, Miss Chloe. I’m not going to make you do the heavy lifting."

She glanced at him sideways. The embarrassment from the store had faded, replaced by a genuine, lingering warmth.

The neon streetlights flickered to life as the tall silhouette of Mylo’s apartment building loomed into view.

"We’re here," Mylo said, nodding toward the entrance. "Ready for dinner?"

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