A Pervert, First Ultimate Choice.

Parker Black strolled up to the reception desk, ready to check into his penthouse, at the reception table, there were a few people there, but Parker barely payed any attention to them, he stood there waiting for the receptionist to finish the lady she was working on. Meanwhile, he looked through his phone scrolling through the things that would give him the first rebate rewards, he was holding his anticipation for what was coming next after the waited checking into the penthouse for the first time in his life and using the Aphrodite Elixir!

The receptionist finished flashing a little smile to Parker to come forward, when out of nowhere, a girl nearby screamed at the top of her lungs, "You pervert!" Before he could process what was happening, she slapped him across the cheek with enough force to leave a red mark.

Not just his cheek, but his ears hurt too from her shout. Out of surprise his phone dropped down clacking even further.

The entire lobby froze. Wealthy guests, who normally wouldn't care about such a commotion, stared at him like he'd just admitted to robbing a candy store. Confused, Parker glanced down and saw the problem—her butt had been pressing against his crotch.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" the girl yelled, her voice loud enough to wake the dead.

She pointed an accusing finger at him as if he'd committed a federal crime. "Do you go around rubbing yourself on every girl you see?"

Parker opened his mouth to explain, but before he could, she raised her hand to slap him again.

And then...

[Ding!

The system's voice chimed in like his favourite TV program.

[Ultimate Choice function Activated.

1. Humiliate the girl by exposing the truth.

Reward: +10 affection points from Tessa Wilder & a Mercedes-Benz CLA-Class.

2. Calmly prove your innocence and let it go.

Reward: Simp Title & a Mercedes-Benz GLE.

3. Apologize and take responsibility, even if you're innocent.

Reward: Brown-noser Halo & a 20% chance of becoming Tessa Wilder's romantic interest.]

...Parker caught her hand in a firm grip. She yanked at it, trying to break free, but there was no chance. Despite his frail build, Parker Black was deceptively strong—stronger than most girls his age, and this one was no exception.

"Option 1," he muttered under his breath, committing to the choice as he pushed her hand away.

Her arm swung back sharply, almost colliding with the reception desk.

Her eyes widened in shock, and for a fleeting moment, narrowed into suspicion.

The contrast was striking, like she couldn't decide if she should be angry or impressed.

The bystanders, though, were quick to pick their side.

They gasped.

"He has the nerve to act like that after molesting her?" a woman hissed, her anger barely contained.

Another chimed in, "That's straight-up sexual assault! And he's standing there like he owns the place? Can someone call the police?"

Nearby, another woman nudged her daughter. "Don't look, sweetie. That's the kind of shamelessness you should avoid in a man."

An older man leaned toward his companion, muttering, "Young men these days are so brazen. Back in my day…"

Parker sighed, their voices rolling over him like static. He didn't care what they thought, not one bit. People were fickle. The moment the truth came out, they'd act like they hadn't just trashed him in public. That was the way of things, and Parker wasn't about to waste his time winning their favor.

[Ding!

+10 affection points for Tessa Wilder.

Host's car is in the hotel garage. The keys are in your backpack!]

The system's robotic tone cut through the chaos in his mind, but Parker shoved it aside with an inward grin.

He wasn't done with the girl standing before him—the one who'd dared to slap him, accuse him, and try again before he stopped her cold.

"That hurt, you know?" he said, his voice ice-cold.

The words cut through the air like a knife, silencing the murmurs in the lobby. The room fell deathly still.

Even the girl-who had been so bold and fiery moments ago- froze. For a split second, Parker swore he saw something flicker in her expression. Was that... a blush? Her cheeks had reddened slightly before the color vanished as quickly as it appeared.

She stammered, trying to regain her composure. "You... you deserved it!"

The surprise registered in Parker's mind, but he kept his poker face intact.

'So she's the Tessa Wilder and she's into public humiliation shit and a straight up masochist?' Parker realized, his mind clicking pieces into place.

She snapped after shaking off her initial surprise, stomping a foot for emphasis. "You just—"

Before she said any further, Parker moved forward, since she was right in front of him, the sudden move caught her off guard, forcing her to take an instinctive step back.

Another step forward from Parker. Another step back for Tessa. Her alarm and confusion were written all over her face until her back finally hit the solid surface of the reception desk.

Parker didn't stop. He closed the distance between them, walking forward until the space separating them disappeared, leaving only the sound of their mingled breathing.

"W-W-what are you doing?" Tessa stammered, her voice shaky as her composure cracked.

Yet something about her expression—her wide eyes, her trembling lips—betrayed a hidden turmoil that even she couldn't conceal.

[+5 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

Parker's lips curled into a dangerous smile, an edge of cold amusement playing on his face.

"You might be some kind of masochist," he began, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension, causing a blusg on her cheeks, "someone who finds pleasure in pain… or maybe you're a hidden pervert who enjoys public humiliation..."

The entire lobby gasped as Parker leaned in further, his hand darting up to tilt her chin. His fingers didn't tremble, and his audacity was unmistakable.

"…But I am not like you, lady."

His words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, silencing the murmurs of the crowd. Parker's piercing gaze met hers, and for a moment, neither moved.

Then he released her chin abruptly, enough for her to stagger slightly but not enough for anyone to see it as more than a dramatic flair.

[+5 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

Parker scoffed internally, muttering, 'This pervert.'

Stepping back from Tessa's space, he turned his attention to the stunned receptionist.

Unlike the rest of the crowd, she hadn't joined the chorus of murmurs. Her wide-eyed expression suggested she'd seen everything that had just happened—too fast to process, too bold to interrupt.

"Get us the CCTV footage," Parker commanded, his tone sharp and leaving no room for argument. His voice carried an air of authority, crisp and cool, making it clear this wasn't a request.

The receptionist flinched slightly, then scrambled to comply.

[+2 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

[+5 affection points from Vanessa!]

Parker frowned slightly as he caught the system notification. 'What's with women these days?' he thought in exasperation.

'One seemed to have a thing for public humiliation and she's a masochist, and now the receptionist—Vanessa—seemed to enjoy being ordered around?'

His mind briefly lingered on Vanessa's flushed expression before brushing it off.

'Vanessa, huh?' he noted silently. 'I'll remember your name.'

She was already rushing off to retrieve the footage, leaving the rest of the crowd frozen in stunned silence.

"Right here," the Front Office Manager, this sharp-dressed guy in a crisp blue suit, pointed to the screen. His voice was all business. "You can see it clearly—Ms. Tessa Wilder…" He paused for dramatic effect as if Tessa needed reminding of what she'd already seen. She bit her lip, her face heating up like a neon sign.

Parker's eyes flashed a dangerous glint. It was time to deliver his wrath.

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