The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Bedridden

Lucien Sinclair was bedridden for three whole days after the fainting incident in the bathroom.

Saying he was bedridden was just to sound grand, but in reality he did not want to get up at all; lying still in bed was much better. It saved him from having to see the probing eyes of the servants. It saved him from having to sit opposite Dominic Vance without knowing what to say.

Besides, the servants did not let him get up either.

Every day they repeated exactly one sentence: "Mr. Vance instructed that you must rest."

Like machines.

He heard it so much that he memorized it.

Dominic Vance remained the same as before. Leaving for work in the morning, returning at night; after all, he was the CEO of a large conglomerate, so his schedule was packed. And meeting various people was frequent; he clearly knew Hannah was the one who injured him, but the other day when Lucien Sinclair was bored and scrolled through his phone, he still saw a photo of Dominic Vance and that girl standing next to each other, even going out to eat.

"Do you think he has developed feelings for me? According to your CEO worlds, shouldn’t he have dealt with that Hannah girl by now?"

000 stayed silent for a while before answering: [He probably has feelings, your mission index has already reached over 60 percent.]

"I wonder, why didn’t you have these percentage points at first? Assigning missions was also poorly done."

This time 000 stayed silent for a long time; it was clearly a mechanical tone, yet somehow Lucien Sinclair vaguely felt as if it was embarrassed: [Because at the beginning, we did not know what would be counted as you completing the mission.]

Lucien Sinclair, who was lying flat on the bed, had to spring up: "Are you kidding me? You threw me into this world, forced me into bed with a man, and then said at first you did not know how to evaluate the mission? If I did not come up with the trick to make Dominic Vance love me and then escape this world, letting this body die, were you going to make me lie on my back in bed and let him screw me forever?"

000 argued back in a small voice: [Well... you liked it too! Besides, it is not like you were only getting screwed all day, I saw you enjoying yourself and eating happily!]

Lucien Sinclair massaged his temples: "Give the number one personality of 000 back to me, I want to talk to it."

He bet the one talking to him was the second personality; if it kept talking back and gossiping like this, he would go completely mad.

[So that is how you distinguish the two of us.] 000 muttered: [He returned to the main world.]

"I found out this world is very strange. Both the plot and character development are extremely jerky, with no consistency at all. Tell me, did you just pick a random world and throw me in?"

000 was speechless.

Finally, it whispered: [Sorry, at first we did not know how to build it either, and we happened to encounter this world which was experiencing a bug, so...]

"So you threw me in here."

[Yes.]

"Get out, let me think for a moment." Lucien Sinclair dropped himself back onto the mattress, opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling: "Wait a minute, are you sure that after I finish the mission, I can really wake up?"

[It is true! We are not lying to you about this! Believe me!]

"What do you have for me to believe you?"

000 really shut down this time, no longer responding. As for Lucien Sinclair, he just kept his eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling.

The time he came to this world, looking back and forth, was only a few months, but he had experienced all kinds of emotions. Fine, Lucien Sinclair admitted he was not too repulsed by getting into bed with Dominic Vance. Partly perhaps because he always kept in mind that this was just a virtual world, just treating it as participating in a virtual reality game.

Partly also because of this world’s bug, Dominic Vance had never slept with anyone else, so Lucien Sinclair could accept it.

But looking back now at the messy chaos of these few months, only now through 000’s mouth did he know that it turned out they had prepared absolutely nothing for his future. Truly, after rolling through all the worlds, could he go home?

Lucien Sinclair did not know either, but now there was no other way.

In the memory of Lucien Sinclair, the faces of his parents appeared, then the face of his brother. Never mind, just try a little harder.

Hopefully, he could still return.

"How are you today? Why are you spacing out?"

The man’s voice ringing out made Lucien Sinclair startle slightly; he half-opened his eyes to look, not knowing when Dominic Vance had returned. Lucien Sinclair glanced at the clock on the corner of the table; unexpectedly, it was almost ten at night.

"I am very well now." Lucien Sinclair smiled, slowly sat up, and kneeled on the bed to help the man take off his tie: "Why did you come back so late today, are you tired?"

"We had guests today so I needed to stay and entertain them for a bit." The man said while rolling up his sleeves, walking to the small heater next to the bed and turning it on: "Be careful with the temperature, your body easily catches a cold."

After the time he fainted, several small heaters naturally appeared in the house. Placed right next to the sofa, next to the dining table, next to his bed. Warm milk was always available, without needing to wait for it to be made. The private doctor stopped by once a week, and after examining, shook his head: "Cannot find the cause."

As for Lucien Sinclair, he just lived comfortably like that.

"Go to sleep, I will shower first. The servants said you ate a bit much today, so no drinking milk tonight, fearing a bloated stomach. Liked that dish? Tomorrow I will tell them to make more."

Lucien Sinclair hugged a pillow and shook his head: "Eating a lot will make me sick of it. You hurry and take a shower, do not leave it too late, it is not good."

Dominic Vance gave a hum, then also went into the bathroom. Only Lucien Sinclair was left sitting on the bed, slightly dazed.

Today he ate more because somehow the flavor of the afternoon dish was a bit like his mother’s cooking. Lucien Sinclair meant his mother in the real world; she rarely cooked, only able to make a few dishes. But when free on weekends, she would go to the kitchen to cook a portion for him, and a portion for his brother.

At that time, his father would be jealous and scoff, saying his wife no longer loved him, only cooking for her sons and not cooking for him. Then his father would take a small fork, take a piece from his plate, and freeload a piece from his brother’s plate, teasing his mother into laughing heartily.

The rims of Lucien Sinclair’s eyes reddened, he wrapped his arms around his knees, feeling truly homesick.

000’s voice suddenly appeared again: [After completing this world, you can visit them for a while."]

"Visit?" Lucien Sinclair lowered his voice: "Visit how?"

[We will let your soul return to the real world for one day; you can stay beside your relatives in soul form. Our people will prepare for the next world.]

Hearing this, Lucien Sinclair gave a mocking smile: "What is this? Compensating me?"

[This is an apology because our system is incomplete.]

"Oh, you are back?" The ’you’ in the mouth of Lucien Sinclair was the first personality: "Earlier, that second personality told me you went back to the main system."

[Because your case is quite special, we did not have time to communicate so the system still has many flaws; consider this as compensation for you. But you should also rejoice.]

"Rejoice over what?"

[Because the system did not have time to process, there is no mission system yet, moreover Dominic Vance is also determined to be the most agreeable male lead in our world system.]

Translated, it meant the later worlds would be harder, having to please a man even crazier than Dominic Vance.

"That crazy person is agreeable?" Lucien Sinclair sneered.

"What is crazy?" Right at this moment, Dominic Vance pushed the door and stepped out. His appearance was exactly like what teen fiction often describes, a bare body drenched in water, with only a white towel wrapped below.

Upon seeing this, Lucien Sinclair slowly lifted his head, his eyes still tinged with a faint, lingering redness. Dominic Vance was visibly taken aback by the sight, his expression reflecting a hint of startle: "Why are you crying?"

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