Episode 2: What Are You Doing Here?

  The noise of the cafeteria faded as the cold air of the hallway brushed against my face.I walked slowly, cleaning tools in hand.The soft warmth of Eliza Hartmann’s arm still lingered on my fingertips.The image of her trembling hand gripping the winegss, her ears flushing red, and her breath hitching—it wouldn’t leave my mind.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann][Conquest Progress: 40%][Status: Rising Physical Sensitivity][Recommended Action: Attempt Next Contact]

  There she was, at the end of the hallway.Eliza was walking with her friends.

  She moved with her usual grace, her posture straight, her steps measured.Her thin silk blouse hugged her chest, swaying softly with each movement.Below her navy skirt, her stockings clung tightly to her thighs, stretched taut.She brushed her silver hair back with a delicate hand.

  But…There was a subtle change in her usual indifference.I could see it.

  She seemed aware of someone’s gaze, fidgeting with her fingertips or tilting her chin slightly upward.And then,Our eyes met.Her violet eyes wavered for a moment.I tightened my grip on the broom and let a faint smirk curl my lips. She was aware of me.

  Suddenly, she turned and bolted toward the lecture hall, her high heels cttering through the hallway.“Hey, Eliza, where are you going? There’s no css right now,” one of her friends grumbled, but Eliza disappeared into the lecture hall.

  The room was empty after the st css.

  A thin yer of dust coated the marble floor, and pencil shavings and scraps of paper littered the desks.I started sweeping, moving between the desks as I cleaned the floor.

  Eliza stood in the corner, staring at me bnkly.She leaned against the doorframe.The top button of her silk blouse was undone, revealing the delicate curve of her neckline and the faint shimmer of her colrbone in the sunlight.Her breathing quickened, ever so slightly. She spoke.

  “What… are you doing here?”

  Her voice was cold, but there was a tremor in it.

  The same girl who used to look at me like I was a rat, who crossed her arms to avoid even brushing against me—she was the one speaking to me first.

  I took her in again, my gaze lingering over every detail.Her sleek silver hair glistened as it cascaded down.

  Not a single strand was out of pce; the perfectly styled waves framed her shoulders.A few strands of her bangs brushed her forehead, looking almost intentional in their natural elegance.

  My eyes traced her as if my hands were touching her, sliding down her features.Her eyes were long and sharp, carrying that haughty air she always had.But up close, her shes were long and thick, casting faint shadows every time the light hit them.

  Wait… there’s a tiny mole under her left eye. I’d never noticed it before…Her nose was perfectly sculpted, and her lips, lightly coated with pink gloss, shimmered softly.That glossy shine on her lips…Something in my throat caught. My tongue flicked across my lips, almost without thinking.

  My gaze drifted lower.Her blouse fit her body perfectly, the undone button revealing just enough of her neckline and colrbone to draw my attention.

  This is the first time I’ve seen that button undone.Did she just undo it? No, I think it was like that earlier… Does that mean she’s been this worked up since then?

  Her slender waist and subtle curves made even her simple uniform look luxurious.

  But then I noticed—she was gripping her uniform with both hands.Her smooth thighs gleamed in the sunlight, accentuated by the way she clutched the fabric.Her bck stockings were thin, the faint outline of her skin visible beneath them.

  Does she know I like bck stockings? Or has she always worn them?Wait, that’s right—she always stuck to bck, didn’t she?

  Her chest rose and fell in shaky breaths, the fabric rising with every twitch of her heartbeat.Even as she stood there, I could almost see the outline of her curves moving.

  Through her blouse, the gentle sway of her chest caught my eye.Her hands dropped to clutch her uniform skirt, trembling as her chest quivered with each shaky breath.

  “Me? Can’t you tell? I’m cleaning.”

  Her brows furrowed.

  “Cleaning… cle…aning… why… here?”

  Eliza seemed to lose track of her own words.Her fingers gripped her blouse even tighter, and the flush on her ears deepened.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann][Conquest Progress: 45%][Status: Subconscious Attraction Increasing][Command: Massage her shoulders]

  Massage her shoulders?

  What, right now?

  Should I… really touch her?

  Am I supposed to just… reach out like that?

  My mind raced with the same hesitation I felt when I handed her the ID card…

  But I trust the system.

  I reached out and pced my hands on her shoulders.

  Her warmth seeped through the blouse into my palms.She trembled, like a leaf in the wind.

  “Are you okay?”I whispered low. Her body stiffened. Her breathing grew ragged.

  “What… what are you doing? Stop it!”

  Her voice cked strength.She reached out to push me away, but her fingertips brushed my arm.The soft, warm sensation lingered as she pulled back. She swallowed hard and turned her head away.

  “Haa…”

  A faint breath escaped her, echoing in the lecture hall. Her ears flushed an even deeper red.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann][Conquest Progress: 55%][Status: Rapidly Rising Physical Sensitivity][Command: Brush her thigh]

  Her thigh this time?

  Alright.

  I deliberately dropped the broom.A loud thud reverberated through the lecture hall.

  Her eyes widened in surprise.As I bent down to pick it up, I let my hand brush her thigh. The taut fabric of her stockings met my fingertips.Soft.The warmth of her thigh seeped into my fingertips, silken through the stretched nylon.Her legs parted slightly, the stockings stretching thin over her thighs.

  “Ah…”A small moan slipped from her lips. She gripped the desk beside her tightly.Her nails dug into the wood, making a faint scratching sound.Her thighs trembled.

  I looked up at her. Her violet eyes were hazy, her lips slightly parted.

  “What… are you?”

  She stared at me. All she could say was, “What are you?”—over and over.She didn’t understand what was happening.

  Why was her body reacting like this in front of a filthy janitor like me?Her voice was cold, but there was a longing beneath it.

  I smirked and answered,“Looks like your body already knows.”

  Her fingers trembled as they clutched her blouse. Sweat glistened on her neckline, catching the sunlight.

  She gred at me, her breath coming in heavy gasps. But there was no strength in her gaze.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann][Conquest Progress: 65%][Status: Rising Arousal Level][Command: Whisper in her ear]

  I stepped closer.My lips brushed against her ear, my warm breath grazing her skin. Her silver hair swayed slightly.

  “Let your body do what it wants.”

  I whispered low and soft. Her body froze completely.Her breathing stopped. She tilted her head back slightly, her lips parting.

  “Mmm…”

  She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan. But her legs parted further, her stockings stretched to their limit. The inside of her thighs quivered. The desk creaked under the pressure of her grip.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann][Conquest Progress: 70%][Status: Rapidly Rising Arousal Level][Warning: Next contact may reach conquest limit]

  She pushed me away. Her hand brushed my chest, her warm, trembling palm lingering for a moment before pulling back.

  “G-Get… away!”

  Her voice shook.Words she would have spat out effortlessly before now came out with such effort.

  She stumbled toward the door.Her high heels ccked frantically, echoing through the hallway as she fled.As if she knew something terrible would happen if she didn’t escape.

  She clung desperately to her st shred of reason and ran.

  I watched her retreating figure.

  Her blouse clung to her body, damp with sweat.The outline of her chest was starkly visible. Her thighs trembled, her stockings stretched thin.

  I picked up the broom again.A grin spread across my face. She was already at her limit.

  The next contact would break her.My heart pounded. My fingertips tingled.If I chased her now, I could have her.

  Haa…Is this how a lion feels, chasing a weakened impa in the Serengeti?

  I stepped into the hallway.The sound of Eliza’s heels had completely faded.A living impa, escaping.Eliza, who I could devour anytime.I walked slowly.

  Just then, Kim Seoyeon passed by at the end of the hallway.The student council president. Even among other students, her presence was striking.Her tight uniform top hugged her waist, accentuating her figure, and her long legs stretched elegantly beneath her skirt.Her bck hair swayed softly over her shoulders.

  I scanned her up and down.Kim Seoyeon stopped and turned to look at me. Her gaze was icy.

  “What the hell are you?”Her voice was low and sharp.

  Oops. No system window popped up for her.I didn’t answer. I just gave her a janitor’s smile.Her gaze stabbed into me like icicles.

  “Disgusting.”

  She turned and walked away. I watched her retreating figure. Her skirt swayed, hugging her hips.‘Someday, you too… Once the system window appears above your head…’

  But for now, the system window only hovered over Eliza.I slung the broom over my shoulder.

  I’ll finish Eliza first.Until she completely breaks.

  —End of Ep 2