Chapter 4
I forgot where I read this theory, but for something to truly stick in someone’s heart, it needs to be repeated at least seven times.
So I rejected Marcus for the same reason I’d rejected the other noble Alphas.
“I don’t want to mess up my studies.”
In that moment, I swear I saw a flicker of disgust and impatience in his eyes–but I still rejected him.
Not only that, I changed all my social media bios, book inscriptions, and every public display to declarations like “I will study hard.”
After that, Marcus stopped coming to the study room.
I didn’t care and continued studying as usual.
After all, I wasn’t the one in a hurry to do bad things.
Sure enough, a few days later, during break time, Marcus actually condescended to come to my class to find me.
I walked out under the curious gazes of my classmates and Sophia’s jealous stare.
Marcus had gone back to his usual elegant and refined self, as if our unpleasant parting that day had never happened.
He stood before me with a helpless yet indulgent smile.
“I’m ranked first in our grade. How could dating me disrupt your studies?
“I’ll definitely help improve your grades.
“Trust me, okay?”
I hesitated. “Really?”
Seeing me waver, as if seeing the dawn of victory, he confidently promised.
“Of course.
“I’m Marcus.”
As expected of Marcus.
After just over half a month of his tutoring, I ranked 36th in our grade on the monthly exam–my best score ever.
The day the results came out, I excitedly ran to the study room.
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Marcus was there, as expected.
He stood in the sunlight like a hero wearing golden armor.
“I told you it was possible.”
I nodded vigorously.
He extended his arms in a gesture, waiting for a hug.
“Can I hug my girlfriend now?”
I smiled and threw myself into his arms, eyes closed, not even looking at his emotionless gaze.
Anyway, he stood in the sunlight, his whole body warmed by the sun.
And beside him, I was bathed in the same warm sunlight–and that was enough.
The education Marcus received was indeed different from mine.
His textbooks and exercises were all custom–made.
After we got together, he also hired private tutors to create a personalized study plan for me.
With his support, my grades slowly climbed into the top ten.
Such results were enough to make me ecstatic.
No matter what, this game of romance has given me real benefits so far, so I decided to get more into character.
When I learned Marcus’s 18th birthday was approaching, I prepared to celebrate it properly for him.
I went to find him, wanting to ask if there was anything he wanted as a gift.
But I heard Sophia’s familiar voice.
“Marcus, I saw you kissing Emma the other day.”
I stopped in my tracks.
So what? We were dating–how could we not do intimate things?
Kissing? Our lips were practically worn out from kissing.
At first, Marcus wasn’t all that into kissing and wasn’t good at it either. But over time, he got hooked.
Lately, he’d find any excuse to pull me onto his lap and kiss me like he couldn’t get enough.
When we separated, a thin string of saliva would stretch from the corners of our lips.
With only a wall between us, Sophia continued, “You still remember this is a game, right?
“Your goal is to ruin her life, not to have a sweet romance with her.”
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After a moment of silence, Marcus answered, “I haven’t forgotten.”
This brief silence seemed to breed Sophia’s anxiety. Her voice became shrill, gradually taking on a crying tone.
“Promise me you won’t do that kind of thing with her.
“She’s a lowly Omega–you can’t do it with her.
“Otherwise, I won’t be able to handle it. I’ll really break down.
“You know how I feel about you… I…”
She must have started crying, unable to finish her words.
Only intermittent sobbing could be heard.
After an even longer silence, Marcus responded quietly, “I won’t.”
“She’s not worthy!”
I scratched at the wall and gave a quiet, lopsided smirk.
Sometimes, I couldn’t help but pity these ruthless future heirs–so stupid, always exposing their weaknesses.
Just like last time, and now again, they made it so easy by declaring exactly what and who they cared about. How could anyone resist tearing it all down?
Many people came to Marcus’s birthday party.
His friends all called me Luna, treating me with special enthusiasm.
Eventually, someone brought out strong alcohol, and a group of guys competed to see who could drink more.
Marcus also drank quite a bit.
He was very well–behaved when drunk.
He didn’t talk much, just held my hand tightly and curled up in a corner, and occasionally leaned over to kiss me.
The private room was hot, and our clasped hands were covered in sweat, very uncomfortable.
I tried to break free, but Marcus gripped even tighter.
I hooked my arm around his head, leaned close, and whispered, “So you’re only 18, nine months younger than me.”
“Too bad, I was hoping to call you daddy.”
Marcus’s breathing hitched, his voice low and hoarse.
“Say it again.”
I pretended not to understand, acting confused.
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“Say what?”
After his breathing became heavy, I chuckled softly and leaned to blow in his ear.
“Daddy?”
He suddenly stood up and pulled me outside.
Sophia’s face turned deathly pale as she tried to stop us. “Where are you going?
“Marcus, don’t forget this is just a…”
“Shut up!” Marcus roared.
He turned back and glared at Sophia viciously, his eyes filled with deep disgust.
“Who do you think you are?
“Trying to order me around?”
Sophia lost all color and collapsed into her seat in disbelief.
But Marcus didn’t even glance at her, pulling me away without looking back.
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