Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Should I allocate points to Chiya Mio? The moment this thought popped into my head, Fujiwara Matsu found it absurd—why would I need to allocate points to someone with such a flashy stat sheet?

But after a little thought, I realized it had many uses: testing the system's effects, subtly altering Chiya Mio, and even attempting to manipulate her. However, for now, attribute points should be used wisely; ultimately, one must be strong oneself.

Dark blue, add some points.

Perhaps because he had completed the subjugation mission, Fujiwara Matsu saw his own stats, which could only be described as shabby.

Fujiwara Matsu

Intelligence: 7, Charisma: 6, Constitution: 5, Luck: 5

[Skills: None]

Without hesitation, he added the points to intelligence. Although he wasn't sure what kind of improvement it would bring, he valued this aspect more than anything else.

The numbers flickered, and a sense of clarity washed over me. I couldn't quite describe the feeling—it wasn't a flash of inspiration, nor did I suddenly become smarter; it was more like the clarity one feels when waking up naturally after ten hours of sleep.

His gaze swept over Chiya Misaki, and he noticed a very thin callus on the web of her right hand. He probably wouldn't have given it a second glance before, and now he couldn't say what significance this detail held, but... he noticed it.

Is this what it means to "have a clearer mind"?

He tried to recall the attribute panel of Chiya Misaki that the system had just displayed. Intelligence and Charm were both 9, Constitution 8, and Luck 9. He remembered the numbers, but the specific skill list was somewhat blurry. At least it was better than before; previously, he couldn't even remember all the numbers. After all, there was only one skill, so the effect was reasonable.

I might as well get the skills too.

Congratulations on obtaining: Shogi (Mastery). Claim now?

Shogi? Looking through Chiya Mio's skill list, the opponent doesn't have this skill. The skill itself is useless to him, but he can try to discover more.

[Chiya Misaki obtains: Shogi (Mastery)]

Chiya Mio suddenly seemed a little strange, clutching her head and showing a pained expression. There were also some details he wouldn't have noticed before—she instinctively curled up when she was in pain. He hadn't noticed this before.

It actually worked. So, can I modify this thing according to my own ideas afterward?

"Chiya-kun, are you alright?"

The thought flashed through his mind. He raised an eyebrow, remained expressionless, and leaned closer with a hint of concern, extending his hand to the other person. The other person instinctively slapped his hand away.

Fujiwara Matsu was taken aback. That struggle in pain was definitely an instinctive reaction—this young lady was far from being as composed as she appeared. She had many secrets.

At that moment, a vibrant blue light shone into my eyes.

[Task: Increase Fujiwara Matsu's "Domination" to 20%]

[Task Reward: 1 Attribute Point, Specified Mastery Level Skill]

Domination? What the heck?

He noticed a new line at the bottom of the panel: [Dominance: 3%]

Fujiwara Matsu stared at the line of text, his brows furrowing. The literal meaning was the extent to which he was dominated by Chiya Mio.

The system's reward certificate is bound to his own host. The numbers reside within him, and he is also the object of their control?

He tried self-hypnosis, thinking about the sweetness of being a "soft rice" (a term for someone who lives off a woman), and even he himself wavered a little, but the numbers didn't change at all.

Does it really have to be a willing surrender for it to count? He immediately dismissed the thought—what a joke. He needed to figure out how this thing actually worked first.

Just as his thoughts were wandering, Chiya Mio had already recovered. She noticed that Fujiwara Matsu was still lost in thought, and instead of speaking immediately, she looked at him for a while.

Realizing he was simply daydreaming, she called out to him twice. Fujiwara Matsu didn't respond, so she called him twice more before he snapped out of his reverie.

Fujiwara-kun? This behavior is somewhat unusual.

Chiyo's voice brought him back to his senses. She had already regained her usual upright posture, tilting her head to look at him with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"You've been spacing out since just now. What are you thinking about?"

"...It's nothing."

She smiled gently and didn't press the matter. But that smile made Fujiwara Matsu realize—she had noticed his unusual behavior, but chose not to ask.

"Fujiwara-kun, I remember you don't have a club, right?"

"No, no."

He had no interest in joining any clubs.

"Then join the literary club," Chiyo said with a smile. Her goal was not only to get him into the club, but also to bring his time under her control.

"Chiya-kun isn't in the literature club most of the time, is he? Wouldn't it be more convenient if I didn't join? I don't have your popularity. When other clubs need me, it's better to use the excuse of visiting."

He laughed it off.

Chiya Mio simply smiled, ignoring everything he said: "So unwilling? This is the company application form. Fujiwara-kun, will you fill it out yourself, or should I help you?"

Looking at the application form pulled from the drawer, it was clear the other party hadn't offered a choice. Having said that, Fujiwara Matsu naturally couldn't refuse any longer, but—

"Chiya-kun, I did as you ordered, shouldn't I get some reward?"

Chiya Mio's lips curled slightly: "Then what does Fujiwara-kun want?"

He couldn't decide right away and planned to postpone it until next time.

"Well... Fujiwara-kun, would you like to try some?"

Chiya Mio lifted her leg again and twirled her toes.

"I'm not a foot fetishist, so stop treating this as a reward. Let's talk about it another time—what about your club application?"

He handed her the paper and pen, filled it out in a few quick strokes, and then handed it to her.

"The Literature Club doesn't have many activities, but remember to come when I ask you to."

"Understood."

"Fujiwara-kun, can I have your phone for a second?"

He instinctively became wary, just as she spoke: "It's just writing down the number."

"Can't we just call?"

"Besides that, I have some other things to do. You can watch and call a halt at any time."

The steps were offered, and Fujiwara Matsu took them and handed over his phone. He leaned closer, watching her type in a number and add it to Line.

"What does that mean?"

Looking at the large word "Master" on the screen, he couldn't help but feel...

"How you address me. Since you don't want to call me that, I'll have to do it myself."

Taking his phone back, he didn't try to hide it and changed it to "Chiya-kun" under her gaze. Chiya Mio didn't say anything, just stared at him with a playful look in her eyes.

"You're really naughty; you definitely need to be changed gradually."

After saying that, she stood up from the chair and put on her indoor shoes. She noticed Fujiwara Matsu's gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing.

"Fujiwara-kun, wait for me a moment, let's go together."

"Shouldn't we avoid suspicion?"

"Why should we avoid suspicion? It's just that the master-slave relationship requires some caution."

Chiya Misaki took two steps to his side and walked alongside him. Fujiwara Matsu sighed—his peaceful school life was destined to be gone forever.

Let's take it one step at a time and just try not to get attacked by die-hard fans.

Stepping out of the literature club, Chiyo glanced at her phone after only a few steps, then paused for a moment. Fujiwara Matsuya stopped to wait for her. But she only glanced at it before leaning close to his ear and gently exhaling.

"Fujiwara-kun, you were staring at my feet while you were putting on your shoes. No wonder you're a perverted foot fetishist. The reward from before still counts, okay? Want to savor it?"

"Who would think that!"

"If you give up this time, it'll be harder to want it again next time, really? Won't you reconsider?"

Her tone was seductive, like a feather tickling her heart. She caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance out of the corner of her eye, but pretended not to notice.

Fujiwara Matsu silently quickened his pace, intending to shake her off. The sudden sound made him stop.

"Miss, who is this person with you?"

The voice was unfamiliar. Turning around, I saw a girl with golden curly hair tied in a side ponytail, wearing a school uniform. She stood tall and straight, even more upright than Chiya Mio, like a sword standing straight.

Equally striking in appearance, but with a more aggressive style—a higher nose bridge, deeper eye sockets, and some Caucasian bone structure. Most eye-catching of all was the overwhelmingly impressive sight; even the buttons on their school uniforms seemed to be slipping off.

Fujiwara Matsu glanced at him once and then looked away. It wasn't out of shyness, but because the other person's aura made him feel threatened, even murderous.

Chiya Mio glanced at Shiratori Saki, then turned back, seemingly oblivious to her overwhelming aura, and introduced her with a smile:

"It's Sazaki. This is the new member of the literature club, Fujiwara Matsu, who is also my classmate."

"Fujiwara-kun, this is Shiratori Sazaki, a second-year student."

Even from a distance, Fujiwara Matsu could feel the overwhelming hostility; he couldn't suppress the murderous glare in her eyes no matter how hard he tried.

Just from that look in his eyes, he knew—the die-hard fan had arrived.

But something else surprised him even more.