Hearing that reasonable-sounding but absolutely LOADED question, Samuel took several more steps backward until his back actually hit the wall.
He held up both hands as if to ward her off and said desperately, "You—you stay away! Just—just stay right there!"
Hearing that panicked demand, Heena looked at him with an expression of confused hurt that was completely, obviously fake.
"Co on, darling. What do you an? What have I done to upset you?"
And with that, she took another deliberate step forward.
That was apparently Samuel’s breaking point.
He literally RAN out of the room—just bolted through the door like a frightened rabbit, not even bothering to grab his outer robe or shoes.
It was NIGHT. The proper, dignified young master was running through the household corridors in his sleeping clothes, barefoot, fleeing from his own wife.
Heena stood in the doorway watching his retreating figure and let her seductive expression drop into one of complete disgust.
"What the HECK?!" she said out loud to no one in particular. "Is he serious right now?! He literally RAN AWAY?!"
The System appeared beside her, absolutely DYING with laughter.
"BAHAHAHAHA! Host! You got REJECTED! You tried to seduce him and he literally RAN AWAY! BAHAHAHA! This is the BEST thing I’ve ever seen! The legendary Black Lotus got turned down by a virgin scholar! HAHAHA!"
The System was literally rolling in the air, holding his little lion stomach, tears of laughter streaming from his eyes.
Heena, who was already pissed off about the rejection, beca even MORE furious at the System’s mocking laughter.
She turned to glare at him and said with venom, "At least I’m MARRIED and have soone to attempt seduction with! Which is much better than SOONE who doesn’t even have a girlfriend and probably never will!"
Hearing that absolutely devastating coback, the System’s laughter cut off abruptly.
The words stung directly into his taphorical heart like a poison arrow.
He looked at Heena, and this ti the damn little lion actually dared to shout back in a wounded tone: "At least MY future girlfriend wouldn’t run away from like a scared chicken! At least I wouldn’t get REJECTED on my first attempt!"
Now it was a matter of pride for BOTH of them.
Heena looked at the System with narrowed eyes and said coldly, "In two days. In just TWO DAYS, that bastard will be on his knees in front of , BEGGING for my attention. Just wait and see."
Hearing that confident declaration, the System looked at her skeptically and said, "Oh PLEASE. You’re just gonna make him tie your shoes or do so other minor task and claim victory. That’s not the sa as actual seduction!"
Hearing that accusation, Heena paused—because honestly, she HAD been thinking about using exactly that kind of technicality.
But she wasn’t about to admit it.
The System, sensing victory, pressed his advantage: "How about this, Host? Let’s make an actual BET. If you can make Samuel voluntarily kiss your feet within two days—actual romantic/sexual submission, not just so task he’s doing as a favor—then I will call you ’Mother’ from now on."
Heena looked at him and said dismissively, "Huh. Even your System Leader already calls ’Mother’ in the reports. Whether YOU call that or not doesn’t really matter to ."
The System deflated slightly at that accurate point.
Then Heena’s eyes glead with a different idea: "How about THIS instead? If I win, your salary for the next TWO MONTHS gets transferred to . I get your credits."
The System’s eyes widened in horror. "WHAT?! No way! Absolutely not! That’s—"
"And if YOU win," Heena interrupted, "you get two months of MY salary instead. My credits transfer to you."
Hearing that much more favorable counter-offer, the System hesitated.
Two months of Heena’s salary would be SIGNIFICANT. She was a high-ranking transmigrator with premium mission assignnts. Her credits were worth way more than his.
Greed won out over caution.
"DEAL!" the System agreed imdiately, shaking her hand with his little paw.
But what this foolish System had forgotten was one crucial fact:
Heena had NEVER lost a bet in her entire existence.
Not once.
Across multiple lifetis, dozens of worlds, hundreds of challenges—she had never, ever failed to achieve a goal she’d committed to.
And she certainly wasn’t about to start losing NOW.
---
’’[Day One of the Campaign - Morning]’’
From the very next morning, Heena’s systematic seduction campaign began in earnest.
And she had a very legitimate reason for pursuing this beyond just winning a bet with the System.
Because the truth was: she was an adult woman with normal adult desires, and she was getting EXTRELY sexually frustrated.
She hadn’t had any physical intimacy since transmigrating into this world. She’d been too busy surviving Maya’s sches, establishing her position, gathering intelligence, and managing household politics.
But now she had a little bit of free ti. The major threats were temporarily neutralized. Maya was confined. The old Master was distracted by paranoia.
And Samuel was actually an extrely attractive catch by any objective asure: intelligent, principled, handso, increasingly devoted to her, and—based on his reactions—definitely physically attracted to her even if he was too repressed to act on it.
She was NOT going to let this opportunity slip away.
So she stopped deliberately avoiding intimacy and started actively pursuing it instead.
The campaign began with appearance.
Normally, Heena wore her hair in a simple bun or braid—practical styles that kept it out of her way during daily activities.
But today, her hair was completely loose and flowing down her back in glossy waves that caught the morning sunlight beautifully.
And instead of her usual modest, practical robes, she was wearing a red outfit—a jumpsuit-style garnt that she’d specifically commissioned from a tailor using money from her shopping trip.
It was technically appropriate and decent, but it was also fitted, flattering, and definitely designed to draw attention to her figure.
The color red was bold, confident, attention-grabbing.
As she walked through the household courtyard in the morning, casually brushing her long hair with a wooden comb, literally EVERYONE who passed by—male, female, old, young, every single person regardless of gender—turned to look at her.
Many did double-takes.
So stared openly before catching themselves and looking away.
A few servants actually walked into walls or tripped because they were so distracted.
And where was Heena doing this elaborate hair-brushing performance?
Directly in front of Samuel’s study. Right in his line of sight if he looked out the window or opened the door.
She was NOT giving him any chance to escape her campaign.
As she slowly, ticulously combed her hair—which honestly had already been brushed thoroughly and was now just an excuse to stand there looking beautiful—she waited for Samuel to erge.
She’d been standing there for nearly twenty minutes, combing the sa sections of hair over and over until they were impossibly straight and shiny.
But still, the stubborn man hadn’t co out of his study.
’Is he hiding in there?’ Heena wondered with irritation. ’Did soone warn him I was waiting outside?’
Finally, FINALLY, the study door opened.
Samuel erged with his personal guard, apparently giving the man instructions about so business matter.
"—and make sure the contracts are delivered to Master Zhao by midday. The timing is crucial for—"
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