System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]

Chapter 132: Too much for my eyes

Ring!

Ring!!

Ring!!!

"Ah, fuck, I haven’t gone to school for far too long now..."

Blake stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, sighing as the alarm continued ringing. fгeewebnovёl.com

His hand slowly emerged from beneath the blanket, searching around blindly before finally smacking the phone.

Unfortunately the silence didn’t solve the actual problem.

He needed to go back to school.

With a groan, Blake sat up and rubbed his eyes.

After a week (and a few days) of not going, he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The previous week, he wasn’t even in the same city, so it’s not like he had choice. Also, yesterday, he had skipped again to think, prepare and connect a few dots.

But there was a limit to everything, even skipping school.

At this point, his absences had already reached ridiculous numbers.

More than twenty days, he’d been absent, way more than was considered acceptable.

The teachers were probably already preparing speeches.

The administration was probably preparing emails.

And who knows, maybe even that so-called family would probably prepare a funeral if they found out exactly how many classes he had missed.

’Eh, school it is.’

Besides, there was someone he wanted to talk to.

More specifically, someone he had to make jealous.

’Myles.’

Throwing off the blanket, he got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he was stuffing his face with bread and butter.

Halfway through chewing, something suddenly clicked inside his head.

’Oh, right, that man.’

Sylvan Nada.

Yesterday he had been too tired to bother investigating. After all the things he had to do yesterday, his brain had practically shut down.

Now, however, he had time.

Pulling out his phone, Blake unlocked it. A few taps later, a search engine appeared, so he typed.

Sylvan Nada.

Honestly, he wasn’t expecting much.

If anything, he expected absolutely nothing, since the internet wasn’t exactly famous for documenting every random person on Earth.

Especially not people who weren’t celebrities.

Still, it didn’t hurt to try.

The page loaded.

"Huh."

Something actually appeared, it wasn’t a whole lot, but it still was more than he expected.

A professional profile, a few company mentions, acouple references... all enough to confirm the guy existed.

Blake scrolled, then stopped, his eyes narrowing, then widening.

"...No fucking way."

He stared, reading it again.

Sylvan Nada: Account Executive of AL-TECH.

Blake immediately facepalmed, the sound echoing through the kitchen.

"Jesus Christ. Seriously? Out of all companies and corporations, out of all possible employers on the entire planet, it just had to be AL-TECH?!"

He almost wanted to laugh, since the universe wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore.

Then he continued scrolling but, unfortunately, there wasn’t much else.

Just a man working for one of the largest corporations in existence.

Blake sighed.

’Naturally, nothing is ever be easy but... the AL-TECH connection alone is too huge to ignore.’

Now the questions started multiplying again.

Finishing his breakfast, Blake stood up and headed toward the bathroom.

’Might as well get ready while thinking.’

A few minutes later, he had removed his clothes and opened the container holding the expensive pomade.

Immediately, the familiar smell reached him.

Without much thought, he started applying it.

First his back.

Then his abdomen.

Then his arms.

Then his foot.

The process had become routine at this point.

As he worked, his thoughts returned to Asher.

’Honestly... the only way Asher can be genetically similar to Myles is if there was something with the experimentation involved.’

But the bigger question was something else.

’Why doesn’t Asher hate AL-TECH?’

Blake paused, since that was arguably the part that bothered him most.

All the so-called villains in this world, who are part of the second generation, probably are like this because of what AL-TECH did to their families.

’Asher’s parents are dead, maybe that could be because of AL-TECH but...’

There were really only two possibilities.

The first one was that Asher didn’t know, maybe his parents died immediately upon his birth and nobody had ever told him, making him spend his entire life in ignorance.

The second option was that he knew, and simply didn’t care.

Blake grimaced.

’Neither options sound too good... the first implies some pretty strong manipulation manipulation, and the second implies agreement.’

He wasn’t sure which one he disliked more.

’If AL-TECH truly experiments on aliens, then ignorance is terrible, but acceptance isn’t much better...’

Drying his hands, Blake began putting on his uniform.

His thoughts continued racing.

Sylvan worked for AL-TECH.

That much was confirmed.

Could he be involved somehow?

Could he have influenced Asher?

Could he have shaped his opinions over the years?

It wasn’t impossible.

Actually, it sounded pretty plausible.

People underestimated how much influence family members had.

Especially older, successful relatives that have been probably taking care of you since birth.

If Sylvan spent years defending AL-TECH, then naturally Asher’s views could become distorted, biased and skewed. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

It wouldn’t be intentionally or maliciously.

Rathe, a gradual process.

The same way people adopted opinions from parents without realizing it.

Blake grabbed his tie and adjusted it, looking in the mirror, then frowned.

’The pieces aren’t fitting together...’

It wasn’t perfect, with all those gaps everywhere.

’But then again, at least there are pieces now...’

Before, everything had felt random and disconnected.

Now there were lines connecting certain points.

Weak and questionable lines, but lines nonetheless.

Maybe he was completely wrong.

Maybe not.

Who knew?

Certainly not him.

After finishing his uniform, Blake grabbed his backpack.

Stepping outside, he started walking.

The morning air felt nice.

A refreshing change from literally everything else in his life.

As he walked, his thoughts drifted again.

Who was "right"?

Who was "wrong"?

Who deserved "trust"?

Myles? Asher? Neither?

Both?

At least, there was one thing he did know.

If Myles was happy enough not to destroy the world, then Blake would support him.

The world continuing to exist felt like a worthy objective.

A second later, Blake flinched.

’...I really need to stop thinking like that.’

Normal people didn’t evaluate... whatever they had based on planetary survival.

Looking up, Blake suddenly spotted a familiar figure ahead.

Myles.

Even from a distance, he was immediately recognizable.

’Jeez, he looks cute.’

A smile escaped him, then another. Then... he sighed, amused.

Because somehow seeing Myles instantly improved his mood.

’How annoying.’

Walking closer, Blake waved.

"Morning."

"Morning."

A few minutes later, they reached the bus stop together, then the bus arrived.

Blake’s good mood immediately suffered, since there were no empty pairs.

Not one! The bus was completely packed.

’What a wonderful start to the day.’

Suppressing a sigh, he climbed aboard.

Myles entered behind him.

Blake glanced around.

Still nothing.

Not a single double seat available.

’What a pain.’

As he searched, he suddenly felt pressure against his shoulder.

A push.

"Wait—?"

Before he could react, Blake stumbled forward, then sat down.

"Huh?"

He looked up.

Myles remained standing, one hand holding the overhead strap.

The handle thing.

Whatever people called it.

Blake stared, then looked down, only to look back up.

A smile slowly appeared.

’Perfect, absolutely perfect!’

"By the way."

Myles glanced at him.

"What?"

"I’m really excited for tonight."

A pause.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah."

Blake leaned back.

"I’m hanging out with Zlatan."

Myles’ expression remained completely neutral.

"I see."

"We’ll spend the afternoon together."

Blake continued.

"Then we’re having dinner."

There was nothing, not even a twitch, Myles simply stared.

"Where?"

"A restaurant."

"Which one?"

"Won’t tell you!"

Myles remained silent.

Blake narrowed his eyes.

’Come on, react, just a little. A microscopic amount of jealousy would be appreciated!’

Instead...

"What are you planning to eat?"

Blake sighed, since that wasn’t the question he expected.

"Huh? C’mon..."

"What are you planning to eat?"

Blake tilted his head, then actually considered it.

"I don’t know, probably my favorite soup."

Myles looked out the window.

The conversation apparently finished.

Blake stared.

’Is that it? Really? That is all?’

He spent all that effort setting things up and got absolutely nothing...

Injustice.

Pure injustice.

’Well, let’s wait until this evening. I beg you, Myles, get a tiny little bit jealous!’

Outside, buildings passed by.

Sunlight streamed through the windows.

The bus gently rattled.

Myles remained standing.

Blake remained seated.

Eventually, he pulled out his phone, checking if Zlatan had sent a message.

"...Wow."

It wasn’t exactly disappointing to see nothing but, it was a certainly annoying.

’Acting like a princess, I see.’

Slowly, he slipped the phone back into his pocket, then looked up.

The sunlight fell through the window.

It was golden, bright and warm.

Part of it landed directly on Myles.

Across his hair.

Across his face.

Across his profile.

For a moment, Blake simply stared.

Then immediately looked away.

Then looked back.

Then away again.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

The reason he felt guilty now wasn’t because of conspiracies.

Maybe the reason was significantly simpler.

Significantly dumber.

Because under sunlight, Myles was annoyingly handsome.

Which was frankly becoming a problem.

A very serious problem!