All Chapters of Ultimate Charm System: Chapter 131
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132. Techniques
*A Few Moments Earlier...**While Matt Snatcher was making his move on Mark, Vincent was on a mission of his own. He was hunting for Zenti. In his mind, the math was simple: if he secured the backing of Zenti—the most notorious playboy in Astras—the student body would flock to the cosplay contest by the hundreds.He finally spotted his target. Zenti was lounging at a lunch table, flanked by two girls who looked like they’d stepped out of a high-end catalog. One was delicately feeding him french fries while the other wiped his lips like he was royalty."Um... excuse me..." Vincent ventured.The group looked up. One of the girls let out a sharp gasp. "Wait, you’re Vivie, right? The model? I saw your spread in last week’s youth magazine!"Vincent flashed his signature warm, professional smile. "Oh... yeah, that’s me." Then, his expression shifted to one of grave importance as he looked at Zenti. "May I have a word with you? Privately?"<
133. Kind Soul
"Ma'am, there’s a weirdo out here," the young vendor called out. A big looking woman emerged from the back of the stall, arms crossed over her apron, looking like she could bench-press a delivery truck. “What’s the problem?”“This guy just walked up and started... aggressive whispering ‘spicy’ at me,” the girl said, pointing a trembling finger at Vincent’s hooded figure.The owner looked Vincent up and down, taking in the dirt-streaked cloak and his intense, manic stare. “…Are you drunk, son?”“I am NOT drunk!” Vincent snapped, his ego bruised. “I’m using a technique!”“…A technique?”“Yes! A highly effective, psychologically advanced—”“Get out.”“…What?”“I said get out before I call security and have them hose you down,” the woman growled.Vincent stumbled back, horrified. His "Spicy Strategy" had failed. 'This isn’t how it went for Mark!' he fumed. 'That guy has to be using
134. The guard
The Next Morning… Waking up to his usual routine, Vincent made his way to the academy. However, there was something noticeably different about him today. For once, he wasn’t putting on a smile for the sake of others or maintaining that polished, picture-perfect persona everyone expected from him. He was genuinely happy. There was even a subtle excitement in the way he walked, as though he had finally found something worth looking forward to at school. Arriving at the academy gates, he was once again greeted by a familiar sight. A crowd of girls had already gathered around Mark’s car the moment it pulled in, surrounding it before he could even properly park. “Mark!! Good morning!!” “Over here, look at me!!” “I did my hair today, Mark! Do you like it?!” “Mark, I skipped breakfast so we could eat together!” “Can I sit with you
135. The Stalkers
When Vincent came back after meeting the president, he wasn't as vibrant as he was when he left. In fact, he looked grim. As someone who'd spent the whole day trailing him, Mark caught the change in Vincent's mood just by looking at him through the corner of his eye. Vincent sat on a nearby chair, chin resting on his palm, looking deep in thought. He glanced at Mark, then back down at his hands. He clenched his fists, closing his eyes for a second with his jaw tightening. "I can't do it," he shook his head silently, staring at Mark again. Right in the middle of his internal battle, Izumi and her gang suddenly approached him. “…So it’s you,” Izumi said, her voice dropping into a cold, accusing tone. "The guy stalking Mark? I thought since you’re the vice president, you weren't that kind of person, but you’ve clearly been staring at him too much!!" Vincent frowned. "And how did you see
136. The Park
While others were planning his downfall, Mark had much more interesting things on his mind. 'I have lots of money in my black card,' he thought, seated on his bed. 'So just keeping it there and not using it doesn’t really sound okay. Besides, I need to milk every last bit of dividend money from the system, after all the shit it has put me through as some entertainment tool for that demon.' He thought of ways he could spend money. He could buy something expensive for all his three heroines—Rita, Alice, and Lilith. But what could that be? 'Man, I wish I had at least seven heroines to spend on. That way, I could really go on a spending spree, milk the system dry, and rake in a ridiculous amount of dividend cash.' He shook his head. 'Fantasies, my guy. Fantasies. A harem that big wouldn’t be easy to maintain… not with the trouble the current three already give me.' He checked the tim
137. Come with me
‘I’m not a creep!’ Mark convinced himself as he stared out at the greenery of the park before him. But somehow, another part of his mind came up with an exciting idea—to test the limits of his charm. If it worked, then definitely… she wouldn’t think of him as a creep. Right? He looked to his right and was pleased to see the young mums were packing up, folding blankets and gathering their kids since it was almost five o’clock. Apart from a few people far in the distance, Mark was left practically alone in this corner of the park with the upper-class GILF who was clearly reading smut. He decided to act, starting with a bit more small talk. “Uh… how about you? Do you come here often?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “I enjoy it when the weather is nice. I can read and enjoy the sun at the same time.” More like enjoy being horny in the sun, you perverted grann
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The next day at school, I couldn’t stop thinking about the high-class GILF I’d run into. Even while I tried to focus on Instructor Malaika’s lesson, my eyes kept drifting, lingering on her curves as my mind betrayed me—subconsciously comparing her to the woman from yesterday.Instructor Malaika carried herself with a bossy, strict aura, the kind that made people sit up straight without being told. But the woman from yesterday… she was the complete opposite. Fragile, almost delicate.When it came to their proportions, the woman definitely had much bigger breasts than Malaika. But Malaika won when it came to natural curves. Her waist was flat, her hips full and flared just right, giving her figure that smooth, butternut-like shape.“God… what am I even thinking?” I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here comparing two women old enough to be my grandmother.Thirty minutes into the l
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{Author Note: Sorry fam. I made yet another mistake. This is a future chapter, but l uploaded it by mistake just now. I'm really sorry for the confusion. Chapter 139 should be next. This is 142] With knives flashing in their hands, the bastards rushed me, all confidence and sloppy intent, like they thought speed alone would be enough to carve me up. It wasn’t. They were painfully slow and I slipped past the first swing with ease, pivoting just enough to drive my fist into one guy’s gut. The impact folded him instantly. The air rushed out of him in a broken wheeze as he crumpled to the ground, vomiting up what looked like everything he’d eaten today… and probably yesterday too. I didn’t wait. Rolling my sleeves up as I turned, I cracked my knuckles, feeling that familiar tension coil through my arms. It had been a long time since I’d used even a fraction of my real strength—most days were spent learning how to hold back, not let it leak out—but now that the leash was off, ev
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Saturday morning…It was a quiet, pleasant start to the weekend, the kind that almost made waking up early feel worth it. I went out for a jog, partly to keep myself in shape, partly because it gave me an excuse to clear my head. Not entirely that, though—if I was being honest, a small part of me was hoping I’d run into that old Gilf again.As I passed through the park, my eyes wandered more than they should have, scanning faces and corners like I’d just happen to spot her. Of course, I didn’t. Figures.By the time my breathing grew heavy from jogging aimlessly, I realized I’d jogged all the way to the mall. On foot. In shorts, sneakers, and earphones piping music straight into my ears, I must’ve looked like some lost fitness enthusiast who took a wrong turn somewhere.I was just about to turn back when a shop nearby, still in the middle of opening up, caught my attention. A jewelry store, high-end, from the
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As I took in the layout of the store, I realized just how mesmerizing it was. I was practically surrounded by all kinds of shimmering jewelry—from pristine gold and diamond necklaces that caught the light like frozen ice, to wristbands, watches, rings, and more pieces than I could reasonably process in one glance.I moved through the shop at a steady pace, scanning the displays and weighing my options, while my new “friend” Bella kept pausing every few steps, eyes glued to her phone. She was probably reading comments from her stream, judging by the way her expressions kept shifting—amused one second, impressed the next.A silver diamond ring caught my eye.It was simple. Minimalistic. No unnecessary flair… yet somehow, it stood out more than everything else around it. The price tag, however, was anything but minimal—ten million dollars.Still, it was beautiful.“Oh my God—are you planning to buy a wedding ring?” Bella’s voice rang out beh