"I, Leon Sterling, am filing a real-name report."
Leon Sterling’s brow furrowed the moment he read the first sentence. He looked at Hazel Sinclair and asked, "Are you playing a game with me?"
’She’s even doing a real-name report.’
Hazel Sinclair said nothing, just urged him to read faster.
"Just ignore it and read."
Leon Sterling didn’t understand, but he respected her wishes.
He lowered his head and continued reading the words on the page.
He had just finished the first two paragraphs when the system’s voice popped up.
[Are you crazy? You’re having the male lead report me?]
[I’m acting according to the plot, and you’re following the plot. What have I done wrong?]
Hearing the system’s voice, Hazel Sinclair sneered internally. ’A report is a report. I don’t care if you think you’re right or wrong.’
Besides, what the system had done that night had made Hazel incredibly angry. Ever since she’d transmigrated into this book, she had always trusted it.
But what did it do?
It turned around and backstabbed her, electrocuted her, and threatened her.
From the moment it threatened to break her legs that night, Hazel had hated its guts.
[We’re partners! If you report me, how are you going to feign your death and escape?] The system tried to reason with Hazel.
But Hazel ignored it, simply sitting there and listening to Leon Sterling’s deep, magnetic voice.
"I believe that the actions of this Vicious Female Side Character System are truly excessive, and I am hereby filing a real-name report."
As Leon Sterling read this sentence, his brow remained tightly furrowed.
His dark eyes met Hazel Sinclair’s. "This is written as if it were your own personal experience."
’That’s because it *is* my personal experience.’
"It is, actually," Hazel Sinclair admitted, not even trying to deny it.
"Hurry up and read," she urged again.
’I wonder if this will actually get the system punished. After all, even the system has to steer clear of the male lead’s power.’
If Leon Sterling hadn’t rushed in and pulled her into his arms that day, the system really would have broken her legs.
The system couldn’t take it. It couldn’t let the male lead finish reading the report. If he did, wouldn’t the Main God grab it and lock it in the little black room?
[Make the male lead stop right now, or I’ll electrocute you!]
Hearing the system’s threat, Hazel Sinclair didn’t say a word. She just stood up and walked over to Leon Sterling.
"I’m going to sit on you," Hazel Sinclair announced before plopping right onto Leon Sterling’s lap, even taking his other hand and placing it on her waist.
Leon Sterling was still processing her words when she sat on him, and the scent of roses instantly filled his nostrils.
His hand was wrapped around Hazel Sinclair’s soft, slender waist, and as he felt her warmth, his breathing quickened.
"Go on, shock me. I dare you," Hazel taunted the system, completely oblivious to the change in Leon. "If you’ve got the guts, shock the male lead, too. I’ll look down on you if you don’t."
"Blehh—"
The system was furious. Hazel was brazenly exploiting the fact that the male lead doted on her.
After provoking the system, Hazel realized she no longer heard Leon Sterling reading the report. She looked up at his face and asked, "Why did you stop reading again?"
"Hurry and read. Don’t you want your kiss?"
Leon Sterling’s eyes darkened. "Alright," he said, his voice turning husky.
After he finished reading the last paragraph, Hazel kept her promise and offered her face. "Go on, kiss me."
But Leon Sterling unhurriedly placed the notebook on the table behind him, his arm tightening around her waist as if afraid she would run away.
Hazel felt the arm around her waist tighten, and she saw the desire blazing in Leon Sterling’s eyes.
Instantly understanding what was about to happen, she struggled to get up, crying out, "I told you to give me a kiss, not to do... that!"
But how could Leon Sterling possibly let this opportunity go? He held her tight, lowered his head, and silenced her babbling mouth with a kiss.
"Mmph..." All Hazel could do was passively accept it all.
In the end, Hazel took another trip to the bathroom for a shower, except this time, she didn’t have to wash herself.
Lying in bed afterward, Hazel couldn’t resist raising a hand and slapping him across the face.
"You brute. I told you no, but you wouldn’t listen," Hazel said, her eyes half-closed and her voice thick and syrupy.
The slap had no force behind it; hitting Leon Sterling’s face like that was more like a flirtatious gesture.
"Mm, my fault," Leon Sterling said, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Go to sleep. Good night."
Hazel fell into a deep sleep, while Leon Sterling sat in front of his computer, drying his wet hair with a towel.
He turned on the computer, and the screen showed that he was applying to establish a studio.
The studio’s field of business was AI and smart technology.
「The next day」
Hazel Sinclair was woken by her ringing phone. She fumbled for it and squinted at the screen. It was a call from Jill Kensington.
She answered, her voice raspy. "What’s up?"
"Are you sure you’re switching jobs?" Jill Kensington got straight to the point.
"Yeah. Their offer was just too good to refuse," Hazel replied.
"How much did they offer?" Jill asked quickly.
"The base salary is several thousand more than my current one, I get weekends off, and they’re providing a full benefits package."
After hearing that, Jill sighed internally. ’As expected of someone from a wealthy family. The people she knows are at least CEOs.’
’Getting a job is a piece of cake for her.’
"Alright," Jill said. Once she confirmed that Hazel really wasn’t coming, she hung up.
Hazel tossed her phone aside, rolled over, and tried to go back to sleep. But this time, the spot beside her was no longer empty.
She opened her eyes to the sight of Leon Sterling’s powerful chest and his handsome sleeping face.
In an instant, all her sleepiness vanished, replaced by lust.
’So handsome.’
’A man this handsome is all mine. What a delight.’
’I should get him a suit later and film a transformation video. Time to treat myself to something nice.’
With that thought, Hazel reached out and groped his chest. After copping a feel of his pecs, she slid her hand under the covers. She hadn’t gotten to his abs yet.
She pinched here and squeezed there, then leaned over to plant kisses on his handsome face.
Leon Sterling, who was already awake, kept his eyes closed and let her have her way with him. It was both torturous and blissful.
Finally, Hazel leaned in and bit down on his collarbone. The pain made it impossible for him to pretend any longer.
"Decided to open your eyes, have we?" Hazel said, releasing him as she saw his eyes flutter open.
"Are you satisfied with my body?" Leon Sterling asked, pulling her close.
"Very satisfied. I’m going to buy you clothes." ’I’ll get the top scholar’s robes, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s outfit, too. If I’m going to treat myself, I’m getting the best.’
Hazel immediately picked up her phone and started browsing for clothes.
"Alright," Leon Sterling agreed. He sat up and touched his collarbone where she’d bitten him. A set of teeth marks was already visible.
Red and very distinct.
He got out of bed to wash up, then went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—"
"Delivery."
Hearing the delivery man’s voice, Leon Sterling turned off the stove and went to open the door, taking the package from his hands.
Hazel walked out, ruffling her hair. Seeing the package, she asked, "What’d you buy?"