Artur swallowed hard. His heart pounded, not just from lust, but from the realization that tonight was the first night. The System’s Quiz had turned it into a mission, and that meant a huge reward.“Want what, Sweetheart?” Artur asked, his voice hoarse. He gently stroked Amel’s cheek, absorbing every bit of the confusing energy and passion radiating from her eyes.Amel bit her lower lip, staring straight into Artur’s eyes. “I don’t want you far away anymore. I want to be here, with you. All night.”Artur smiled. His Charisma +3 seemed to be working wonders. He lifted Amel slightly off the floor, hugging her tighter, and kissed her again, a kiss that was now full of promise and certainty.“If you want it, I want it too, Sweetheart,” Artur whispered.Amel gasped. She pulled away briefly, looking around Artur’s simple but clean dorm room.“I… I’m nervous, Artur,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.Artur took both her hands. “You don’t need to be nervous. It’s just us here, Amel. I w

Artur gave a slight smile, a cold smirk that completely mismatched his formerly naive student face. His sharp gaze met Rian’s—his rich, arrogant rival—without the slightest hint of fear. Behind Rian, four burly friends spread out, forming a threatening semicircle, as if cornering prey.“Amel?” Artur repeated the name, his voice calm but containing an unexpected edge of danger. “You talk about Amel as if she’s your property.”Rian let out a scoffing laugh, forced and full of bitterness. “I’ve been pursuing her since semester one, kid! Then suddenly you show up, showing off ill-gotten cash, giving her a cheap ring, and you think she’s going to choose a poor student like you?”“I heard you’re a suddenly rich, self-proclaimed hero. Don't go near Amel again!” Rian barked, pointing his finger at Artur’s chest.Artur glanced at the finger, then looked back at Rian’s face, which was red with anger. “First, I’m not pretending to be rich. I *am* rich,” Artur replied, his tone flat, as if statin