Shitty Day

The clock's hand refused to move, just like the slow voice of that professor invoked a sleep spell on the entire class. And not even her exuberant beauty could keep anyone's eyes open as they stared at the board.

I was considered a good student, perhaps even excellent, but after an entire day of tiring classes, it was impossible to handle that woman's monotonous tone of voice.

Unable to bear it any longer, Eric, a blond student who sat sprawled out with his feet on the desk, complained ironically while acting like a hero for the whole class:

"Enough already, prof? You made us copy so much today that my fingers are calloused."

The woman turned, irritated, but upon seeing that it was Eric, the son of one of the millionaires who donated a lot to the university, she forced a smile. However, she maintained her usual cold and irritated gaze, perhaps that woman was born angry. Even so, after pondering for a few seconds, she sighed in resignation.

Finally, an idea seemed to cross her mind, and her gaze regained some sparkle as a frightening smile took over her beautiful face. I felt a chill, a bad premonition taking hold of me. And the bad feeling would be confirmed as she instructed the class to split into groups and started explaining the group work she had 'intended' to give to the class.

I had already had classes with that woman and knew she didn't like giving assignments, so this was clearly a special occasion. Or perhaps I should call it a hellish occasion? Like a demon, she wrote 50 equations on the board, her fingers moving at record speed.

If fast board writing were an Olympic sport, she would have more gold medals than Michael Phelps.

Finally, she explained that our task would be to solve the equations, then create a slide presentation showing the solutions. Everyone would have to send a presentation containing all the solutions to her, and finally, we would have to present one of the solutions.

In summary, she just wanted us to keep solving equations until death. And to make matters worse, all of them were unnecessarily difficult.

But the worst was yet to come, as always, I got lost amid the people moving back and forth, and everyone formed groups. A shy and socially awkward person like me inevitably got left behind.

To make matters worse, I had ended up in a different class for the subject, and the one friend I had there was absent that day. I didn't recognize a single face in the room—well, almost. As I desperately scanned the room, my eyes locked with those of a stunning woman.

It was a girl I already knew; after all, everyone knew her. Karen was probably the most beautiful woman in college, with long black hair and a truly penetrating gaze.

Then, in a moment I believed to be an illusion, I saw her gesture with her hand for me to come closer. Then she showed five fingers, and I realized that behind her were four guys: Eric, Thomas, Cole, and Michael. I guessed the gesture was about the number of people in the group.

The groups were meant to have 6 or 7 people, which meant there was still a spot. Maybe they would accept me. With this thought in mind, I took a few steps towards them and tried to say something, but my voice didn't come out right.

"Hmm," Thomas, who was a scary and strong short guy, glared at me irritatedly seeing that I had come closer. "What do you want, you shitty nerd? Speak up, I can't hear you."

If my ability to interact with people was already naturally very low, after being confronted, it became almost null. I was ready to run away, as I didn't want to deal with scary people.

At that moment, I ended up looking in Karen's direction, she had called me and I hoped she could be my savior.

"I imagine you want to join our group, right?" She approached smiling. I just nodded.

"You want to join our group? That's a good one." The class hero, Eric, laughed, still propping his feet on the desk nonchalantly. I really didn't like that guy.

"No need to be such a jerk, Eric, I was the one who called him." Karen quickly shut her friend up and turned to me, staring directly at me. "What's your name?"

Charmed, she smiled in a way that hypnotized me for a few seconds, but if I knew her longer, I would know she was just messing with me. Anyway, after recovering, I replied:

"I'm Leon."

"Got it, I'm Karen, nice to meet you." She greeted me gently. "So, I called you here because I have a proposal for you," she smiled kindly, but there was deep malice in her eyes.

The guys just stayed quiet and let her take the main stage. They, unlike me, had known that woman long enough to know how she enjoyed messing with people. I'd say she probably had some power fetish and liked to control/manipulate people just for fun.

"I imagine you wouldn't want to do the presentation for the class, right?" She asked, and I admit that public speaking wasn't my forte.

The others seemed to find this pathetic, but she just shut them up and continued talking to me calmly. She praised me for being intelligent and said they could handle the presentation since it wasn't my strong suit.

For a moment, I thought I was very lucky, but suddenly I felt a chill. She smiled somewhat intimidatingly, then approached my ear and said threateningly:

"Unfortunately, we don't have time for this useless work, so here's how we'll do it, the guys and I will handle the presentation, you do the rest, okay?" She lightly squeezed my shoulder, then looked deeply into my eyes. "You'll accept, right, nerd?"

I trembled with fear for a moment seeing her gaze. She seemed even scarier than the guys.

I sighed deeply. Again, people wanted to dump all the work on me. Normally I would accept, but in this case, it was simply impossible to do all that alone. I still desperately needed to get another scholarship, or another source of income, as my last one had ended. I had no time for that.

However, Karen's gaze was powerful. She didn't even need words, but she managed to make me feel a deep fear that kept my complaints lodged in my throat. Her aura said: refuse and you'll suffer for it.

Still, I simply didn't have the time, it was impossible, so I had to dare to say, "don't you think you're being a bit unfair?"

Her gaze became deeply irritated; she hated being disobeyed. For someone who lived like a queen, the idea of a subject not obeying her was almost a crime.

"Indeed, it's quite unfair," Karen smiled gently. "I think just to have the right to talk to me, you should do my assignments until the end of college."

She looked around and smiled slightly, reminding me that all the other groups were already formed, I probably had no choice.

"But don't worry, I'm benevolent. Just doing this work will be enough." Then she approached me and whispered, "this is your last chance, either you do as I say, or you'll deeply regret it."

Still seeming to enjoy all that a little, she used a gentle tone of voice while threatening me in a frightening way.

But what could she do to me?

Destroy my social life? I didn't even have one. In my mind, I couldn't think of any punishment worse than the accumulating bills.

"Sorry, but for me, it's impossible," I still tried to be as polite as possible.

"You were warned," she smiled terribly sadistically for a single moment, then her scary face was replaced by the tears of a frightened girl.

And she slapped me.

The commotion caught the teacher's attention, whose first view of the scene was a beautiful girl crying, running towards her looking scared.

Her act continued perfectly, as she explained that after being refused in their group, I had said vulgar things to her and threatened her. Obviously, all that were big lies.

That said, no one would witness in my favor. Her friends corroborated the lie, and under Eric's cold gaze, no one even dared to risk it. Besides, most hadn't seen anything and probably believed the lie.

I couldn't defend myself, paralyzed, still tried to mumble words claiming my innocence, but to no avail.

"Young man, it's better for you to explain yourself to the director, we don't tolerate this kind of behavior here, apologize correctly if you don't want to be expelled" In the end, the teacher warned me severely.

At that moment, despair took over me, I had studied so hard just to earn a scholarship at that shitty place, I knew my mother couldn't afford to pay for college. Actually, just to keep me studying away from home, I knew she was already sacrificing a lot by working overtime.

A huge sadness took over me just thinking that all my mother's hard work would be thrown away, all my effort would disappear. A destructive fear took over my body, I started

"I didn't do anything, I didn't…" my voice slowly lost all strength. "Sorry…"

Unintentionally and in despair, I teared up and ended up apologizing, which basically confirmed my guilt. I immediately realized my mistake, but there was no way to correct it, people were laughing, or whispering as if I was absolutely guilty.

"Just go to the director, I'll take you there to finish filling out the papers, you will be expelled from this institution." With an extremely harsh tone, the woman grabbed my wrist and led me out of the classroom.

Pathetically, the only thing I managed to do was hold back my tears, and soon I was in front of a scary woman.

She had long blonde hair, a particularly large cleavage that drew attention, and a look that seemed to stare directly into my soul.

"Hello…" she said with a sadistic smile. "You were sent here for being accused of sexual harassment, correct?

Without much interest, the woman rested her head on her hands, crossed her legs, and through her glasses, I could see a look of boredom. 

"Anyway, let me speak privately with him..." the woman said listlessly, gesturing for the teacher to leave. "One more thing, bring the person accusing him as well, I need to interrogate both sides."

"But ma'am, don't you think it would be insensitive to ask the victim to come here now?"

The woman's gaze grew more oppressive; I could almost feel the aura around her change. With a smooth movement, she raised a finger, pointed at the man, and ordered him to come closer. Her smile remained constant, but she didn't seem happy at all.

With the teacher near her, the director uncrossed and crossed her legs again, her look growing even more dissatisfied as she stared directly at the teacher.

"It's an order, okay."

"Sorry, I'll do it right away!"

I could almost feel the young teacher's heart racing as she hurried to leave. After that, she didn't dare complain anymore and quickly did what she was told.

"Now, about you, you're getting expelled, goodbye."

"Wait! I didn't do anything, you said you had to hear both sides, right? Won't you at least listen to what I have to say?"

"I don't feel like it." Her gaze remained impassive.

"But this is unfair, I..." I tried to shout, but her look paralyzed me. I felt as if snakes were wrapping around my body, slowly strangling my neck.

"Look, it wasn't me who invented this crappy scholarship system, it was the old director who was fired for incompetence. If I have a chance to get rid of a useless person who doesn't pay, I'll take it. I only called the girl here to scold her; I know the accusation is false, now get out of my way."

I almost fell to my knees hearing that. For a second, anger erupted in my body, but soon the fire was extinguished. All that was left was desolation: there was nothing I could do; after all, I was disposable.

Even so, it was very unfair! It couldn't be allowed to do something like this; I had already earned the scholarship; they couldn't expel me without proof, it was simply absurd. Again, anger surged within me, not wanting to stay quiet any longer, I finally shouted:

"You can't just do this!"

"Of course, I can, no one will believe you, and a suspicion of harassment is already legally valid to get rid of you, just give up."

I didn't even know if she was telling the truth or not, but my hopes were being shattered. Her face was so calm, she seemed sure of what she was saying, unconsciously, I believed her when she said it was over.

"But..." My remaining resistance was so weak.

"Just give up, I'm sure the rest of the class will testify against you, or do you have any friends who would defend you? Do you have money for lawyers? I'm sure you have no power to change your situation, so lower your head and cry, goodbye."

This time I fell to my knees, my mind went blank, I couldn't imagine any situation to escape that. To make matters worse, the feeling of strangulation grew even stronger, and I felt myself falling into complete despair. 

Looking up, while my mind was lost in darkness, I saw her, so high, so unreachable, the director seemed like a demon on top of a mountain. I don't know if it was an illusion of the moment, but her eyes seemed to glow with a reddish, frightening hue.

Bizarrely, just trying to get up required enormous effort. It was so strange; I felt my whole body absolutely weak as if everything was being drained.

"Please, isn't there anything I can do? I really can't be expelled." Yet I stood up and, pathetically, did the only thing I could at the moment: beg.

"No, just get out of my sight."

Desolate, I didn't even know what to do as I walked from the college to my house. My heart tightened as I sank into despair.

I knew very well the financial effort my mother had made to send me to that place, working more than she should. I also knew all the effort I had put in to get into college, as well as to support myself there, working part-time and studying.

But it was all over…

Without strength, I reached my small building, entered, and climbed the stairs, but with each step, I felt a part of me being drained.

Amid the exhaustion, I thought I saw a hallucination, something like a system and lottery. It seemed strange that such a voice would come into my head, but it reminded me of the gacha games I played in my teens when I still had free time.

I didn't care about it, but when I was about to open the door, I saw a screen in front of me, there was something written, but I didn't bother to read and skipped straight to the two options: yes and no.

Again, I believed it was an illusion, but I still pressed yes before placing the key in the lock and turning it.

Entering the house, I slammed the door and kicked off my shoes, leaving me in my socks, then, without the strength to continue, I just let my body fall to the floor. However…

My head hit something soft, preventing my fall.

I didn't understand what was happening, but I thought it was a dream as I opened my eyes and found a beautiful woman with white hair, who seemed to be in a cosplay.

Even so, I was a little scared; everything was too real to be a dream, meaning that woman had... invaded my house? I couldn't imagine why a hot cosplayer would invade my house, but I still asked without much energy:

"Who are you?"

However, she didn't answer, she just smiled gently and approached. Maybe because I was weak, I couldn't even follow her movements, and when I realized, I was enveloped by her warm embrace.

"Oh, dear, a demon has used its power on you. You must be feeling awful, but it's okay now." Her words were like a gentle whisper.

I didn't know why, but in that woman's arms, I felt a peace I had never felt in my entire life. So, for the first time in my life, I let vulnerability take over completely, and a solitary tear rolled down my face.

"It's okay, it's okay, it will pass!" Her gentle words comforted me as I surrendered to the absurd situation.

After a few seconds, I finally managed to recover, and strangely, I felt better, there were still so many problems to deal with, but somehow I felt as if my burden had become lighter, after all, I could share it with someone.

Then I sat on my bed, with the beautiful woman by my side, and finally decided to approach the rational side of all this. It was still very strange for a woman to suddenly appear in my house, so I asked:

"Seriously, who are you?"

With a smile, the beauty placed her hand on her chest, "I'm your first wife, master, I was summoned to this world by you, don't you remember?"

"What do you mean, summoned to this world?"

"Well, look at your cell phone, the harem app should be installed. You were randomly selected to receive divine protection, and in your case, it took the form of this app. Don't you remember agreeing to summon an assistant?"

At that moment, the memory of the system screen that magically appeared before my eyes came back to my mind, then I understood that none of it had been an illusion, but reality.

"Wait, so you're reall..."

"Yes, my name is Lila, I'm a half-demon, half-angel, and I was brought to this world to be your personal assistant."

Still very surprised by all those words, I quickly opened my phone, and indeed, the app was there. When I opened it, I noticed something quite concerning:

"Wait, it cost $100,000 to summon you?" I exclaimed, seeing the notice that appeared as soon as I entered the app.

Then I noticed something very problematic. I quickly checked my bank account, and apparently, a loan had been taken out without my knowledge.

"Well, I don't know about that; I don't understand the money of your world."

Then I realized I was more screwed than I expected; on top of everything, I had just acquired a debt.