My System Harem

Chapter 12: In Search for the Heartthrobs

"Oh my god, I'm sorry Lyra! I didn't mean to." I took the handkerchief on my pocket and wiped the drenched shirt roughly. The once wet shirt now turned dirty from my constant wiping. But I didn't budge. Instead, I smiled at the stupefied Lyra who couldn't utter a word.

"There. Better." With my final words, I left the place with satisfaction. I don't even need to look back to see the kind of face they are making. It's obvious tha Lyra would soon lose her patience and might even attack me publicly. But so what? That's exactly what I wanted. To reveal her true colors in front of everyone.

I threw the handkerchief that touched Lyra's body to the trash can. I think her business with me is done. As far as I remember, I went straight to Darius back then—looking for comfort. But I won't do that now. Because I am not the one who needs comforting.

I need to focus on the mission. Before the day ends, I need to look for the other 2 heartthrobs.

With that in mind, I looked around me. But no one had an affection meter above their heads. Where should I go first? Since they are heartthrobs, they should be somewhere only hot men go. Should I visit the swimming pool first? But what if they are at the court? Or maybe they cut classes? What if this heartthrob guy is a troublemaker?

Haa.

I could only sigh at my predicament. Searching for men at a university with thousands of men is so exhausting. But I have to do this, because they are going to help me with my revenge.

Without thinking any further, I headed to the swimming area specially for men. I'm not a p*****t. I'm just going to look at their heads and see if there's an affection meter.

The area were filled with men, as I expected. Although it's indeed embarassing to see their naked top, I can't help it. It's not like I'm the only woman here. I'll just take a look for a little and then head back if I don't see anything.

1 HOUR LATER

Did I just waste my time? There were so many handsome guys, but they had no affection meter above their heads. Maybe they are simply considered an average? Does that mean even Darius is just the average since he wasn't a heartthrob? Well, thinking back to when I met that man earlier at the entrance, he did look especially handsome. It was like he was glowing far brighter than the sun. So I should look for someone who have a different glow around them?

I felt my legs give up from my constant walking. I even slipped earlier because of the water. My butt that was already hurting had worsened. I'm just glad I didn't hit my head, or I might have died the second time.

After sighing for the 3rd time, I decided to continue searching. I don't want to go back home with no result. What if the system visits me? If it found out that I made no improvement, it might take back my life! I can't let that happen. No way.

Fired by my determination, I continued to the court. It's typical for handsome men to be there, after all. I have never been at the pool, but I have visited the basketball court for quite a lot of time. Not just because we had activities there, but because of someone.

As I entered the court, sounds of yelling and cheering were heard. The only people at the court are the players and their girlfriends. Well, it's pretty common. Basketball players are known to be players in love, so it's natural that most of them had a partner.

I made my way at the nearest bench. Everyone was so busy that no one even noticed me. Well, that's better, they might assume a nerd like me has a boyfriend here.

Watching the guys playing, I felt a sense of deja vu. But what froze me at my spot was the sight of someone I did not expect. It was the man I had loved for 10 whole years. The man I thought was my only salvation. The very man that made me believe in love again. But it was also the same man who had inflicted me with pain more than the others. The very man who broke me into pieces. Darius Thorne.

He still looked the same as always. That forest green eyes that seems to capture one's heart with just a glance. That bright brown hair that moved elegantly at every motion. He really looked as handsome as always. But the only difference is that my heart no longer fluttered at the sight of him. It was filled with nothing but rage. Because he was the very same man who discarded me for my step sister.

My eyes was so focused at him that I failed to notice a ball approaching me. With a thud, my head fell as my vision blurred.

Fuck1ng h3ll.

Shouts filled the court. But I couldn't hear it properly. I supported myself as I sat back, my hands holding my head. But then, a trickle of blood flowed down my nose. It must have been from getting hit by the ball. I was soon brought back to my senses when someone suddenly held my shoulders and knelt in front of me.

"Are you okay? Let me bring you to the clinic." He asked with genuine concern. Although my eyes were still teary from the pain that hit my face, I could still see the man in front of me.

Curly, blonde hair and golden eyes. Although he was sitting, I can tell that he is especially tall because of his build. He had wrinkles beside his eyes, which tells a lot about him. He looked like the joyful time who looks exactly like the type of person everyone loves. But now, he had a sulky look like he feel really bad about what he did. His emotions were so sincere that I can't help but want to comfort him that it is fine and I am just bleeding as a natural reaction from the shock.

But what really caught my attention was something completely different. He has an affection meter above his head! What's more shocking is the fact that his affection were higher than the other guy. It was 16%.

But why? If 10 isn't the starting point, then was it actually their real affection meter towards me? But why? Did the affection meter of this guy in front of me increase because he felt bad? If that's truly the case, then seducing them isn't necessary. All I have to do is get close to them. But why else would the system call it 'Seduce the Three Heartthrobs of Summit University'?

I need to know why they are feeling this way. Surely, they must have an idea. Either they just feel naturally affectionate with people or they have their personal reasons. The only way to find out is to ask them. Yes, I need to ask them myself.

"You—"

"Give her to me. I'll take her to the clinic." A voice sounded from behind—interrupting my question in the process. I tilted my head to look at the source of the sound. But my eyes only widened in surprise.

Darius??