My System Harem

Chapter 11: Revenge

I sat in the ground, dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was the same affection meter the system showed me.

I looked around the people walking past me and the people looking at us. None of them had any affection meter just like the man in front of me. Turning back my gaze, I rubbed my eyes to see if I was just hallucinating. But nothing changed. The man still had the same affection meter above his head.

This can only mean one thing. He is one of the heartthrobs the system was talking about!

While lost in my thoughts, the man suddenly chuckled which brought me back to my senses. I mean, what's so funny about this situation right now?

"Am I that handsome that you are making sure you are not dreaming?" He took my hands instead of waiting for me to take his and helped me stand up. I'm grateful, but I can't believe he is such a narcissist.

"Thankyou, but you are wrong. I am not lost in thought because of you." I replied, clarifying this misunderstanding that arose from his own assumptions. I mean, I know he is handsome, but he's not the only one. So why would I drool over him?

"Oh really? No one has ever told me that." He smiled, words filled with amusement. Typical heartthrobs.

"Well, you—" Before I could even finish my words, a swarm of women pushed me out of the way as they surrounded the man. He continued to smile as the women screamed with excitement.

How rude! Didn't they see me talking to him? At least let me finish!

I was so frustrated but couldn't do a thing. I mean, that's the life of a heartthrob. They always get surrounded no matter where they go. I almost fell to the ground again thanks to them.

I could only sigh as I stared back at him. He was walking his way to the building while the others followed. They were like a bunch of dogs chasing their owner.

Anyways, I'm really glad I found one of my targets. Now I know how this works. Only the three heartthrobs have affection meters on their head, while the rest have nothing. This actually makes it easier for me. I don't need to ask someone who these three heartthrobs are. But what really confused me the most was the affection meter itself. As the system explained, it ranges from 0-100 and will increase if I gain their favor. But how come his affection meter was already 10%?

Since I just returned, it should be 0. That is how games usually work, so why was it at 10? Was it a system error or is that actually the starting point? Unless I have already gained his favor from the very beginning. But how? I don't remember meeting him at all. Although it has been a long time since I graduated, I don't think I'd forget a handsome face such as his.

Maybe he's just too friendly? He seems to have a lot of friends, so maybe, everyone is a friend in his eyes, that's why his affection meter was already at 10.

I could only sigh as I accepted the thought to actually be the case. It's not like it really matters where it starts, as long as I increase the meter, everything is good and well. The problem lies in the negative. I think I shouldn't worry much about that guy. He looks like he's easy to get along with. I can just start slow until I get close. Maybe I can still increase the meter if we stayed as friends?

After a long and exhausting thought, I continued to the building and went to my class. I still remember where it was, so it shouldn't be a problem. This time, I'm still the one on top of the campus, and I will never mess it up for some irrelevant people.

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"Haaa. Haaa."

Seriously, why do I have to come back here?? My breathing was ragged from running all the way from my class to the bathroom. My body has not fully recovered yet, and now, I feel worse.

Why do I have to see the same faces who mocked me in my past life? Even though they are my classmates and not Lyra's, they still sided with her and not me? Even just staying in the same room with them makes me nauseous! Do I really have to endure this for 4 whole years?

I felt my rage rising up again. I completely forgot earlier that some of the guests invited on our birthday were my previous classmates. Even just looking at them makes me sick to my stomach. Seriously, I really need to finish this mission and make them suffer. Those hypocrites!

After staring at my face for who knows how long, I made my way out of the bathroom. I really hope my pale complexion improves. I can't walk while looking like a corpse.

However, as unfortunate as I am, the very first person that greeted me outside was none other than the cause of my suffering—Lyra.

What is she doing here? I see she is with her friends. Did she bring them with her to watch me get humiliated? Or are they going to gang up on me now? Ha. Bunch of cowards.

"Oh sis, what are you doing there? Are you done with your class?"

Is she asking because she doesn't know? Or because she's just bad at initiating conversations? But well, I'll just go along with her petty little games.

"Yeah. I was just about to leave."

"But sis, aren't you forgetting something?" Her tone was questioning, but I couldn't care less. What would I forget for her to look for me herself? Is she here for payback? Well, that would be expected, 'cause I know exactly what kind of person she is. A wicked hypocrite.

I was about to utter a word to answer her question when she suddenly tilted the can she was holding as if attempting to throw its liquid at me. Sensing danger, I reflexively held the end of the can and turned it back towards her—soaking her shirt in the process.

The girls, especially Lyra, stood frozen in place. I mean, they probably did not expect for their plan to bite them back. If it was me of back then, I probably wouldn't have prevented it, but too bad for them, I know all of the things she will do to me. She is basically a marionette playing out her prepared script. If she thinks that I am the pawn of her games, well, she is mistaken. Because in this life? She is the one playing in my games.

While they were dumbfounded, I smirked at the satisfaction of getting my revenge. This is just the beginning, and yet, I'm already feeling ecstatic. I feel like all of the pain I experienced in my past life were all for this.

Lyra, who were back to her senses, glared at me with an ugly face. It was indescribable, but I know what she is feeling right now—rage and humiliation. These feelings used to belong to me, but now, they are back to bite its owner. Even the girls she brought to watch me had their jaws wide open. They are here to mock me, but who's getting mocked now?

"Y-You!!!"