Chapter 200: Useless Andrea...

’Well Lust,’ Fredrinn thought lazily as he leaned back against the headboard.

He now laid at the bottom part of the bed with Andrea’s head resting comfortably on his lap, mirroring the exact position from the very first day he met her in that dark convenience store.

Behind him, Rose draped her slender arms around his neck, leaning her weight onto his bare back and playfully pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

Jenny, however, was in a noticeably different state.

She was laying with her stomach down across the crumpled sheets, her face half-buried in a pillow. Her hazel eyes were still slightly teary, and her long, toned legs stretched across Fredrinn’s other lap.

He was practically forced to massage her sore feet with gentle, rhythmic strokes. The direct reason for his domestic service was the bright, stinging palm prints that had accumulated across her fair, plump, and bouncy ass cheeks over the chaotic morning.

Thus, while relaxing peacefully with his women like this in the quiet suite, Fredrinn finally called out the mysterious entity slumbering within his soul.

’About time I hear all my accumulated rewards.’

A flash of violet text materialized directly across his retinas.

[ <LUST> smirks. HEHEHEHE, It thought that host had nearly forgotten about it as he was too engrossed in sex... ]

Fredrinn didn’t even have time to finish reading the mocking words before another system window popped up right beneath it.

[ <LUST> shrugs. However, it was fun to see the host drowning in lust... It finally feels like the host is getting closer to it!!!!! ]

The ominous sentence hung heavily in the air before his vision. A faint chill ran down Fredrinn’s spine, ringing warning bells in the back of his mind about what "getting closer" truly implied for his humanity. But he had dealt with this entity long enough to know that pressing the system for straightforward answers was a waste of breath.

So instead of ruining his relaxed mood over useless speculations, he pushed the uneasy feeling aside and smirked slightly.

’Cut the crap and give me my rewards.’

[ <LUST> sighs in depression... Host is being too rude to it. It feels hurt. ]

’Seriously...?’ Fredrinn’s eyelids twitched at the ridiculous, melodramatic text hovering in front of his eyes. The cosmic manifestation of primal sin was acting like a petulant, sulking child.

Instead of feeding into Lust’s nonsense, Fredrinn ignored the whining prompt entirely and brought up the mental ledger.

’Last night you gave me 1000 LP for fucking with Andrea, and then I muted the prompts for the rest of the night. So, considering I get similar amount for taking Jenny’s first time, then a threesome, then another, even a foursome... There are quite a few rewards, huh?’

The floating text flickered violently, as if outraged by his mathematical audacity.

[ <LUST> complaints!!! Host is cheating! It had already specified that no LP will be given for doing the threesome. ]

Fredrinn’s smirk widened. The entity had finally dropped the theatrics and was talking actual business.

’Of course, dear Lust.’ Fredrinn smiled inwardly, almost picturing the entity grinning smugly under the mistaken impression that he was about to back down.

Unfortunately for Lust, Fredrinn had an entirely different angle prepared.

’We did agree that you’re going to deduct the LP from a threesome to answer the question about Billy, but then again... I didn’t just have a single threesome now, did I? And also, the foursome? We never mentioned a foursome in the deal.’

While Fredrinn was mentally haggling with the system, Andrea blinked her heavy eyes open. She tilted her chin up slightly from his lap, gazing at him with quiet curiosity.

To her, Fredrinn seemed to be staring intently at the empty air directly before his face. His dark eyes were focused keenly on nothing at all, his lips curved into a sharp, confident little smirk.

Her gaze then drifted away from him, wandering toward Jenny and Rose.

Jenny was dozing quietly, her blonde hair messy against the white sheets, while Rose hummed a faint, demonic melody into Fredrinn’s ear, looking ethereal and untouchable.

A sudden, familiar pang of inadequacy tightened around Andrea’s chest.

Once again, looking at the people gathered around Fredrinn, she was harshly reminded of the cold reality: she was the only unawakened member of this entire circle.

She was the weakest link.

In her own mind, she was just a normal human girl who only held this spot because she had managed to charm him first back when he was still an unknown survivor with a sharp blade who lied to find his way into the store.

When she really broke it down, she felt like a lucky gambler who had blindly bet everything on the first spin and managed to hit the jackpot purely by accident.

At least, that was how she viewed herself whenever the room went quiet.

She had witnessed Rose’s terrifying might firsthand—how a single casual command from the succubus could freeze an entire hallway of snarling zombies in their tracks.

Hell, even Charlie and Selene, the two zombies Rose had bound to herself, possessed raw physical prowess that was leagues above Andrea.

Rose’s literal slaves were vastly more useful in a fight than Andrea was. How could the short, curvy beauty not feel a creeping sense of depression whenever she compared their worth?

It was only human nature to compare oneself to others. Andrea had always carried an abundance of natural sass and self-confidence, but the more she witnessed of this brutal, mutated world, the more that inner belief began to crack and waver.

Without combat strength, she was just baggage waiting to be protected.

That’s why she didn’t resist a lot last night... As in her mind, this was all she was good for...

Luckily for her, however, she didn’t have to stay helpless forever. She held a secret path to claw back every shred of her lost confidence.

A way to stand tall amidst these supernatural women with her chin raised high and her pride entirely intact.

She had nearly forgotten about the strange phenomenon during the exhausting events of the previous night, dismissing the bizarre interface as a fever dream or a bizarre trick played by her overwhelmed mind.

Yet it hadn’t vanished. It was always there, lingering silently in the dark corners of her consciousness, waiting patiently for the right moment to reveal itself once more or for an activation command to wake it up.

The Bully System.