Dear tutor, don’t you wanna lose your job, do you?

Since parting ways with Yumeri that day, I've been hanging out at school.

Yumeri and I keep in hot contact on the internet, and we're going to Comic-Con together in 5 days; until then, I need to hunt for a new target.

My system tells me that my excellent performance with Yumeri expects me to find my next target quickly. Yes, for a harem collection system, it is very competent indeed, actively monitoring my performance.

Damn it.

I'm definitely not a bad boy who plays with girls' feelings. I was also forced by the system. After all, I needed to complete the tasks the system gave me to realize my chances of getting rid of my brain tumor.

I was hanging around school with nothing to do, and since I had the system, I had started to learn how to smoke.

Within the confines of my campus, it was all smoke-free. Some no-smoking supervisors patrol the campus constantly. If caught, they are entered into the campus supervision system and deducted the right to be selected as an outstanding graduate.

But I didn't care about that; sometimes, it's exciting to be on the edge of breaking the rules.

I hid in an empty hallway where almost no one passed by and secretly lit my third cigarette of the day.

This building is temporarily undergoing façade repairs, and hardly anyone comes here. This is probably the safest place on campus to smoke.

Huh, luckily, no one saw it.

In the time it takes for the smoke to rise, my thoughts expand; the system hardly talks to me these days because I'm doing so well that it doesn't need to speak with me about details.

If all went well, Yumeri and I could be one step closer by the time Comic Con rolled around in five days.

Closer and closer than before!

I could invite her home together after Comic Con, like playing her favorite video games, and we could have a drink. Then with relaxed and easygoing music, we could ...

It's like what happens between all couples.

In this mission called "School King of Harem," I am targeting 3 girls, which might be hard for Yumeri to accept, she really likes me a lot, and can she get me to have other girls as bed partners at the same time?

I can't be sure about this, but I want to protect her as much as possible; she's an innocent girl.

Maybe after she finds out that I have sex with other girls. I could use my unique TEC, cognitive modification, to make her forget these emotional hurts.

Just then, I noticed the sound of someone walking over my head, I was on the highest part of the building, so it was someone walking on the rooftop.

It sounded like someone stepping on a can and tapping it on the ground over and over - I guessed the mystery person was a young girl not too skilled at wearing high heels.

Who is she? What was she doing in the hallway?

I quietly extinguished my still-lit cigarette, and curiosity drove me upstairs.

I first padded up to the rooftop and then silently locked the door, ensuring that no one interrupted my adventure.

I saw a slim but tall figure with long brown hair, held back with a clip, who looked like a new wife who had just married someone.

Of course, I wasn't sure if she already had a partner.

I knew unequivocally that she was not a student at the school because she had the badge pinned to her chest that only the school staff has. She carried a work card on her chest that only a tutor has.

She was wearing an elegant black OL dress, which was a little ill-fitting, or perhaps she was just too well endowed, the dress showing off her massive hips and breasts.

Gosh, at least the E-cup.

She had a thin cigarette in her fingers, with a little glow at the tip.

I hurriedly took a picture of her smoking with my own phone.

"If I remember correctly, no one, including faculty or staff, is allowed to smoke on campus," I said.

"I ..." She seemed to want to say that she wasn't smoking, but it was too late, and the picture I had just taken was the best evidence.

"I hope you'll have a good chat with your superiors about this 'smoking ban.'" I smiled at her; I hoped to make myself look gentle.

"That's not fair; I smell smoke on you too; you obviously smoke too." She said; I could see her slightly unbuttoned collar trembling uncontrollably; she looked angry and horrified.

The two massive peaks on her chest were saying hello to me!

"But you have no proof, and I have proof." I was very calm, and it was evident that the school authorities would take my point of view rather than listen to her 'slander.'

"What do you want to do?" She seemed compromised and wanted to settle the dispute with me privately.

My eyesight was so good that I could see the work badge on her chest from about half a meter away.

Her name was Evelyn, and she was an assistant tutor for a cold course and also supervised tobacco control on campus.

"Let me see your badge. ... Oh, you're a tutor who also happens to be in charge of tobacco control on campus?" I was so happy; this was a windfall.

"Knowingly?" I stepped closer to her, then my fingers gently traced the work badge she wore on her chest, and I imagined if I could have had a see-through eye at this point and seen the vast waves under her dress, wouldn't it have been extra exciting.

"There's been a misunderstanding between us." She was a little alarmed as if she hadn't expected someone to show up at a time like this and catch her smoking right in the act.

"I don't think it's a 'misunderstanding.'" I said to Evelyn, "Dear tutor, don't you wanna lose your job, do you?"

"No, please, don't say anything out loud." Her eyes looked pitiful, "This job is too important to me; I need it."

"Even though you know you shouldn't smoke, you still can't resist the temptation of nicotine," I chuckled softly.

Of course, I knew it wasn't a serious matter, but Evelyn cared deeply about it.

She looks young; maybe she's just graduated with her master's degree, or she's still doing her Ph.D. with her Ph.D. supervisor.

Girls like that tend to be very innocent, putting their potential stigma above morality and the law.

Her characteristics give people like me - the righteous anti-smoker - the opportunity to take advantage of it.

"I ... I really can't stop that."

Excellent!

I gazed at her face; Evelyn had an ivory complexion and deep, three-dimensional features, and her light-colored eyes looked beautiful, with an innocent sultry look.

Unlike Yumeri, who is innocent and cute, Evelyn looks like a ripe fruit with mature femininity all over.

She has an E-cup, after all.

I looked at her proud bust, and to be honest, her clothes were so ill-fitting that it felt like her big tits were about to burst open her thin, see-through white shirt.

I swallowed silently.

She was making me feel thirsty, and I really wanted to drink something from her, a white, clear special soft drink.

I tried to wake up my system; I wanted to ask how to use this "cognitive modification."

[Tell me what you want to modify, and I can almost always do it for you, but the effect of the modification depends on how strong the subject's will is]

"Convince me, or please me." I tried to look as easygoing as possible.

"Pleasing ...?" She didn't seem to understand what I meant.

"Use your brain, dear tutor."