"Is this your first ti dancing?" rlin asked gently as he reached out his right hand.
Liora took it and stepped forward. With a shy smile, she nodded. "Yes, it’s my first ti. You don’t mind, do you?"
As a mber of the druid race, she had spent almost her entire life in the forest.
It was only natural that she lacked experience with dancing, especially since it was usually sothing practiced by nobles in human kingdoms.
However, she had read a book about dancing yesterday, so she at least had so basic knowledge.
"Of course not," rlin said. "Don’t worry, I’ll lead. Just follow my steps, and I’ll guide you. Understand?"
Liora’s worries instantly eased. She smiled softly and whispered, "Thank you."
"[Ding! Heroine Liora Aryn’s affection has increased by 3 points! Current affection: 63 points.]"
"[Ding! Congratulations on earning 10,000 system points!]"
The music began to play, and the third dance session started. rlin carefully guided Liora, though it wasn’t easy.
Liora’s body was different from that of an ordinary girl. Roots and vines surrounded her, so the two of them couldn’t stand too close.
She also couldn’t move quickly, as tree roots were wrapped around her ankles.
The result was obvious—their dance looked awkward and strange.
Liora felt a mix of embarrassnt and discouragent. Dancing with rlin suddenly seed like a huge mistake.
She was only making things harder for him, and the other students were laughing at her.
"Don’t pay them any mind," rlin whispered. "Just focus on yourself."
Liora t his deep purple eyes and felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
A small smile appeared on her lips as she gave a gentle nod.
"Um... thank you."
The music continued, and their movents slowly grew more fluid.
Liora felt a surge of joy. She hadn’t expected that, with rlin’s guidance, she would actually be able to dance gracefully.
Finally, after five minutes, the music ended. Liora, out of breath, looked at rlin, her eyes sparkling.
"Thank you, rlin. Because of you, I was able to enjoy this dance."
"[Ding! Heroine Liora Aryn’s affection has increased by 7 points! Current affection: 70 points.]"
"[Ding! Congratulations on earning 30,000 system points!]"
rlin checked his status and saw that his system points had increased to 240,000.
If he had known earning system points was this easy, why had he been desperately waiting for the system to assign him missions?
Wasn’t this thod far easier and more relaxed?
Snapping out of his thoughts, rlin smiled and gently patted Liora on the head.
"You’re welco. I’m glad you enjoyed it. If you ever need anything in the future, just tell , alright?"
As it happened, he had no reason to get closer to Liora, so he had to be proactive to keep her dependent on him.
"Um!" Liora nodded enthusiastically. "I’ll count on you!" rlin seed satisfied with her answer.
Afterward, Liora walked over to where the four girls were waiting.
Seeing her cheerful expression, Margaret and Monica couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
But when Monica realized it was her turn, she quickly stepped onto the dance floor and approached rlin.
"Please help ," Monica said shyly, her slightly chubby cheeks turning red.
rlin took her hand and gave her a faint smile.
"Of course, beautiful lady."
With that, the fourth dance began. The two moved to the rhythm of the music.
Not far away, a fat man watched the scene with clenched teeth. The fury in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Damn you, rlin Clay! How dare you touch my Monica!? Are you tired of living!?"
If Margaret, Luna, and Catrine saw him, they would have looked at him with disgust.
That man was none other than Rodart—the perverted professor with twisted intentions toward Monica.
If not for their intervention back then, Monica might have been deceived by him and lost her innocence.
"I won’t allow this... Monica belongs to alone!" he growled through gritted teeth.
He had already convinced himself that Monica would be his future wife. The girls had stopped him before, but he didn’t care.
Now, however, his fantasy had been shattered by rlin. That damned brat had dared to hold Monica’s hand—and even wrap his arms gently around her waist.
Sothing like that was only possible in Rodart’s dreams.
"It’s fine... I still have a chance," he muttered, forcing down his anger and anxiety.
He had already prepared a plan to conquer Monica. He simply hadn’t dared to carry it out yet—the right mont hadn’t co.
He still needed his position as a professor. The salary was too good to give up.
But he was certain the opportunity would co sooner or later. And when it did, Monica would fall completely into his hands.
Five minutes later, the fourth dance session ended. Monica felt a surge of joy.
’So this is dancing... it feels so wonderful,’ she murmured, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Earlier, she could only watch. But now, she could actually feel it for herself, and it was truly amazing.
Of course, she realized that the feeling might have co from the fact that her partner was rlin. If it were soone else, she wasn’t sure it would feel the sa.
"You did your best," rlin praised.
Monica’s eyes sparkled. She smiled and whispered, "Thank you."
"[Ding! Villainess Monica Sael’myr’s affection has increased by 5 points! Current affection: 90 points!]"
"[Ding! Congratulations on earning 15,000 system points!]"
"[Ding! Monica Sael’myr’s Main Body Conquest Progress has increased by 30 points! Progress status: 80/100!]"
Seeing the series of notifications, rlin nodded in satisfaction—especially at the conquest progress.
’It won’t be long before I conquer the Monica in front of ... or the real Monica,"’ he muttered.
The real Monica was an ancient elf who had lived for thousands of years. Conquering her was clearly extrely difficult—almost impossible.
But with the system’s help, it could be done. And the Monica standing before him played a crucial role.
Through her, rlin was indirectly connected to the real Monica Sael’myr.
Once Monica stepped away, it was Margaret’s turn. Her face was filled with excitent.
She grabbed rlin’s hand and spoke like a queen. "Don’t disappoint , understand?"
rlin chuckled softly. He lifted Margaret’s hand and kissed the back of it.
"Of course, Young Lady."
With that, the fifth dance session began—and ended flawlessly.
The students who had been watching from the start couldn’t hold back their admiration any longer and burst into applause.
It had to be said, rlin’s stamina was truly extraordinary. Even after dancing consecutively with different partners, his movents never faltered.
anwhile, rlin, the center of everyone’s attention, didn’t care at all.
His mind was focused on a single goal—completing the mission of dancing with all five girls.
"System," rlin said arrogantly, snapping his fingers. "Give the reward."
"[Ding! Mission complete! Congratulations, Master. You’ve earned 40,000 system points!]"
rlin glanced at his system points, which had risen to 295,000, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Excellent. With this many points, I can move more freely."
Aside from his own strength, he relied on the system—especially his system points—to overco the challenges ahead.
The more points he earned, the more confident he beca.
"I didn’t expect you to be so skilled. Just as expected of the controller of won—amazing."
A sarcastic voice ca from beside him. rlin turned and saw Nerixa, the dragon princess.
rlin smiled and replied casually, "It’s nothing. There will be more girls later. Want to join my harem?"
He ant it as a joke, but Nerixa only smiled and leaned closer.
The distance between their faces was barely five centiters. rlin could even catch her scent—soft and fragrant, like magnolia blossoms.
With a playful smile, she whispered, "I don’t mind. But it all depends on you. Are you capable of keeping by your side?"
rlin glanced at her status panel. Her affection points were only 45—extrely low—so her words were nothing more than empty talk.
"Stop lying. It’s too obvious."
He pushed her away.
Nexara was taken aback. She could control her expressions, steady her heartbeat, and more. It was almost impossible for a boy not to be moved by her words.
Yet just now, rlin had called her out. Doesn’t that an he could see right through her?
"[Ding! Heroine Nexara’s affection increased by 5 points! Current affection: 50 points.]"
rlin seed unfazed. In truth, his goal had never been to conquer all the heroines. Nexara wasn’t among his targets. The dragon queen—her mother—was.
If he could get her, the power of the dragon race would naturally be his. Wouldn’t that be like getting gold and diamonds all at once?
"You’re really boring," Nexara complained, though her smile was hard to hide.
"By the way—" she began, but a cold voice cut through from behind them.
"You’re rlin Clay, aren’t you?"
Startled, both of them instinctively turned to see Geran approaching, accompanied by Trigard, Arta, and Luvis with his cronies.
rlin narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Impatient, aren’t we?"
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