Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

What is a wicked woman?

If you were to ask Fujiwara Matsu about the woman in front of him, who was sitting with her legs crossed, gently lifting his chin with her toes, and whose eyes were filled with a playful smile, she would undoubtedly be the best description of a wicked woman.

Dim light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled and obscure shadows on the floor.

The air was filled with the smell of ink from old books, mixed with the faint scent of perfume on the girl, creating a strange yet tense atmosphere.

"Fujiwara-kun, what are you waiting for?"

Her voice was as soft as a feather, yet it held an undeniable strength. Her rounded thighs were tightly encased in thick black stockings, the lines extending down to her slender calves, outlining a perfect arch.

She gracefully lifted one foot, her toes gently hooking beneath his chin. The silky smoothness of the stockings was palpable, and even through the thin fabric, Fujiwara Matsu could feel her body temperature.

Perhaps the girl hadn't done much exercise that day, or perhaps she had only recently put on the socks, because he didn't smell any pungent odor.

"Isn't this the reward you've been dreaming of?"

Her eyes held a playful glint, as if she were admiring a mouse that had fallen into a trap. Fujiwara Matsu could clearly see the curve of her fluttering eyelashes and the faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm the turmoil in his heart. The girl's oppressive aura was too strong, not only because of the class difference, but also because of an innate, all-encompassing aura.

The scene before him made him wonder: how did things turn out this way?

Let's turn back time to the beginning.

…………

In early April, cherry blossoms fluttered down outside the window accompanied by cheerful birdsong, and the scorching sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of Fujiwara no Matsu.

The glass blocked out the outside wind, and the sunlight became warm and drowsy, but Fujiwara Matsu was not sleepy at all.

Not far in front of him, a group of energetic girls chattered like sparrows.

At the very center of the group was a girl of exceptional beauty—Chiya Mio (ying).

Her long, black hair, flowing naturally like silk, would be considered flawless even in the notoriously discerning world of anime.

The young woman sat upright at the table, her posture impeccable, exuding nobility and elegance from her very being. People around her radiated outwards from her, creating a clear hierarchy.

Those close to her wore smiles; those a little further away tried to find topics to talk about, hoping to get her attention; while those on the outermost edge could only watch from afar, their eyes filled with envy.

"Chiya-kun, did you go to the concert yesterday?"

"Yes, that was great."

"Chiya-kun, I don't quite understand this problem. Could you teach me?"

"Okay, this should be interpreted like this..."

She was so gentle with everyone, patiently answering all kinds of questions, so that even those on the outermost edge didn't feel neglected.

However, whether it was his imagination or not, Fujiwara Matsu noticed a fleeting look of boredom in the girl's eyes, as if she were finding the questions tedious.

It wasn't weariness, nor boredom—it was more like everything was too ordinary, too normal, making her lose interest. But that expression vanished in an instant, as quickly as an illusion.

No matter how many times he saw this scene, Fujiwara Matsu couldn't help but sigh, "What a perfect young lady."

The other person is like Komi-kun without communication difficulties, and in a more advanced, pro-max version.

Seemingly noticing Fujiwara Matsu's gaze, Chiya Mio turned her head, smiled at him, and winked.

If it were any of the other boys in Fujiwara Matsu's class, and this young lady had given them a single glance, they might have already been fantasizing about some rich heiress falling in love with them.

She was so gentle to everyone, but... there were always people who felt they were different.

Fujiwara Matsu simply looked away silently. He had no interest in this young lady. He knew very well that he and she were from completely different worlds.

As a transmigrator who was reborn into the world, eighteen years of ordinary life had long since worn away his fantasies. Now his goal is clear: to get into a good university, find a good job, and live a stable life.

However, the neon-lit campus is always dominated by "atmosphere".

Even in the Heisei era, when these trends had somewhat declined, a deeply ingrained "food chain" still existed.

The other party is undoubtedly at the top of the food chain, and even a glance from them can trigger a chain reaction.

"Fujiwara-kun, are you studying again?" a girl asked, leaning closer.

"There's no way around it. Maintaining second place requires too much effort. I can't do what Chiya-kun does," Fujiwara Matsu replied casually.

"That must have been tough. But consistently coming in second place is already quite impressive."

Fortunately, Fujiwara Matsuya wasn't a low-class scoundrel, so he only received some teasing and not much ridicule.

After exchanging a few words, Fujiwara Matsu got up and went outside for some fresh air.

The bubbles burst in his mouth, and the slightly pungent alcoholic beverage swirled within him.

This is the only alcoholic beverage available in Fujiwara Matsu; minors are not allowed to buy tobacco and alcohol in Japan.

Chiya Mio is the perfect girlfriend template no matter what, but... never mind, I don't want to think about it.

"puff!"

[System is binding in progress]

The sudden sound startled Fujiwara Matsu, causing him to spit out everything he was eating.

Excited? Thrilled?

Actually, it's too late to say anything now. Fujiwara Matsu already has plans for his future, and the system can't help him much.

[Main quest now available: Recruit Fujiwara no Matsu.]

[Quest Rewards: Attribute Points *1, Mastery Level Skill *1]

Wait...wait a minute?

I will subdue myself?

He tilted his head slightly, unable to grasp the situation at hand for a moment.

Do I need to subdue myself? Six hundred and sixty-six, and narcissus too?

[Host: Qianye Meizakura]

After carefully reading the host information, Fujiwara Matsu swallowed back his thoughts.

So? I've been bound to a system that should be with Chiya Mio? What about the rewards?

Before Fujiwara Matsu could figure out the problem, a long passage of text appeared before his eyes.

Intelligence: 9, Charisma: 9, Constitution: 8, Luck: 9

[ps: The average attribute of a normal person is 5]

Skills: Piano, English...

It showcases the girl's abilities in great detail, but that's all; it doesn't reveal anything more.

[New Player Gift Pack: To be claimed]

Can I claim the new player gift pack?

The moment the thought crossed my mind, a system notification appeared.

[Obtained: Contract Token *1]

The contract token has been stored in the system space.

If the newbie gift pack is available, then the system rewards should be the same. Therefore, the system rewards should still be tied to the player?

Aside from this issue that still needs to be verified.

There's an even more practical question—how can he get the other party to submit to him?

There's no shortage of guys like Fujiwara Matsu who'd line up to be someone's dog; in other words, even if he were to kneel down, grab the other person's leg, and shout:

"I am Chiya Mio's Hook!"

The other party won't react much; more likely, he'll socially die at school the next day.

Thinking about the possible scenarios, Fujiwara Matsu himself felt that he would be seen as a pervert, let alone Chiya Mio, that seemingly proper young lady.

He couldn't even imagine the possibility.

Just as he was about to abandon the idea of ​​relying on the system, the school bell rang. Fujiwara Matsu returned to the classroom, but kept thinking about the system.

He thought about it and decided there was no rush; he could look at it when he had some free time.

During lunch break, Fujiwara Matsu took bread to the rooftop terrace door.

The rooftop can't be opened, so he has to stay here. He would like to rest on the rooftop like the characters in anime, but that's not allowed.

A token of a contract? Is this something that can help me complete my mission?

With a thought from Fujiwara Matsu, the contract token appeared in his hand.

?

Fujiwara Matsu's eyes narrowed as he looked at the dark, smooth fabric in his hand.

He glanced again at the words "[Host: Chiya Misaki]" and then at the thing in his hand.

This is the contract token? If this is her system, why would she send it to me? So, it's still bound to me?

The piece of bread he had just bitten into fell to the ground, and he subconsciously rubbed the other thing in his hand.

What are these? Stockings. Judging by the thickness, are they 100D?

This left him momentarily wondering about the connection between this thing and the contract.

What the heck? Wasn't this a token of the contract? How did it turn into socks?

Not many people in the academy would wear something like this, especially something thick and black. In Fujiwara Matsu's memory, only Chiya Mio had ever worn it.

No way?

After examining it closely, Fujiwara Matsu swallowed hard and subconsciously took a bite of bread—he had no strange idea of ​​eating it with his meal.

but……

"Fujiwara-kun, what's that in your hand?"