Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy Chapter 77 - 78 | The Spoils of War

I stared at the ceiling, one arm tucked behind my head, the other curled around Cheon’s sleeping form. Her breathing had settled into that deep rhythm that cos after multiple orgasms and emotional exhaustion. Hell of a combination.

She nestled against my side, one leg thrown over mine, her face pressed into my chest. Her light blue hair spilled across my skin, softer than it had any right to be. My hand absentmindedly traced circles on her breast, enjoying the weight and warmth of it. Sothing about the perfect roundness just felt right in my palm. Not too big, not too small. The class representative ca with surprisingly perfect tits.

Cheon mumbled sothing in her sleep and shifted closer.

I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of my shampoo in her hair. There was sothing weirdly satisfying about that—knowing she slled like now.

"Ro," she murmured, half-conscious at best.

"Yeah?"

"Ti is it?"

"Around three."

She made a disgruntled noise and buried her face deeper against my chest. "Too early."

"Go back to sleep, Panda."

"Don’t call that," she muttered, but there was no heat in it. Her hand slid across my stomach in what might have been an attempt at a smack but ended up more like a caress.

I grinned in the darkness. The uptight class rep was actually cute when she wasn’t busy organizing everyone’s lives down to the minute.

A notification pinged in my peripheral vision, the system interface materializing in that annoying way it had of choosing the worst possible monts to congratulate .

[QUEST COMPLETED: THE UNBENDING REED]

Objective: Make Cheon Hae-Won submit to your will completely

Well, fuck sideways. That actually worked?

I’d almost forgotten about that quest after everything that happened. But yeah, Cheon had definitely submitted. Multiple tis, in fact. Enthusiastically, even.

Rewards:

• PLATINUM GACHA TICKET x1

• [THE STRATEGIST’S LOYALTY] Cheon Hae-Won’s personal victory condition is re-aligned. Her strategic mind will now begin to view your success as her own. She becos your player on the inside.

A platinum ticket? That was new. Gold was the best I’d seen so far.

I glanced down at Cheon’s sleeping face. Her loyalty, huh? The scary part was that I actually wanted it, and not just because the system told it was valuable. Sothing about breaking through that perfect facade and finding the person underneath had hooked more than I expected.

With my free hand, I pulled up my status screen.

NA: Ro D’Angelo

TITLE: The Wrong Protagonist

HERO RATING: ★☆☆☆☆

PROTAGONIST %: 1.8%

I blinked. My protagonist percentage had gone up by half a point. From 1.3% to 1.8%. That was... pathetic progress, honestly. I’d fucked two girls in three days, one of them twice, and that only moved the needle half a percent?

This was going to be harder than I thought.

But at least I had a platinum gacha ticket now. That had to be worth sothing good.

I tapped the ticket icon, bringing up the spinning interface. The platinum version had more lights and sparkles than the gold one, because of course it did. Gacha gas and their fucking particle effects.

The wheel spun, colors blurring together as it picked up speed. I held my breath, hoping for sothing actually useful. Fire control, maybe. Or telekinesis. Hell, I’d take super strength at this point.

The wheel slowed, ticked through a few final options, and landed on...

RUBBER BODY

|Rare Ability|

Your body can stretch and compress like it is made of rubber. The higher your physical stats, the more it can stretch and compress.

I stared at the text, waiting for the punchline.

Are you fucking kidding ? I’m a rubber man?

Of all the abilities in this world, with all the possible powers I could have pulled from a platinum tier ticket, I got the ability to stretch like a goddamn cartoon character?

What was I supposed to do with that? Bounce villains to death? Turn my arms into jump ropes?

The marble materialized in my palm, glowing with that obnoxious light all gacha items seed to have. This one was a deep blue with swirls of white inside, like soone had trapped a small storm in there.

I considered not consuming it. Just letting it sit in my inventory until I could trade it for sothing better. But the system didn’t work that way. Once you pulled sothing, you were stuck with it.

Fuck it. Might as well see what this rubber shit can actually do.

I popped the marble into my mouth and swallowed.

The effect was imdiate and bizarre. My entire body felt like it was made of warm taffy for about three seconds. My skin tingled, my bones felt like they were softening and then re-hardening, and my muscles burned like I’d just run a marathon.

Then it was over, and I felt... exactly the sa.

I lifted my free hand, the one not currently pinned under Cheon’s sleeping body, and stared at it. Looked normal enough.

I concentrated, trying to make it stretch.

Nothing happened.

Great. A dud ability. Just what I needed.

I tried again, focusing harder, visualizing my fingers extending like in those old cartoons.

Still nothing.

This was bullshit. A platinum ticket for a—

My pinky finger suddenly shot out, extending a good foot longer than it should have been able to. The sensation was weird as fuck—like my skin and bones were silly putty being pulled by invisible hands.

"What the hell," I whispered.

I concentrated on bringing it back, and my finger snapped back to normal length with a faint rubbery sound. I wiggled my fingers. They felt completely normal now.

Okay, so it worked. But what was I supposed to do with this? Reach things on high shelves? Pick people’s pockets from across the room?

I tried stretching my arm next, visualizing it extending toward the ceiling.

My entire arm elongated, reaching up about three feet longer than normal before stopping. I could feel my muscles and bones stretching, but it didn’t hurt. It felt like I was pulling on a rubber band that was part of .

I brought my arm back to normal and experinted with my other hand, trying to make just the index finger extend. It shot out about two feet before I stopped it.

Alright, so I had control over which parts stretched and by how much. That was sothing, at least.

I wondered what else this ability could do. The description ntioned compression too.

I focused on my hand again, this ti trying to make it smaller, more compact.

Didn’t work.

So I could stretch parts of my body at will. It wasn’t the flashy combat ability I’d been hoping for, but maybe there were applications I wasn’t seeing yet. My fist could probably pack a hell of a punch if I stretched my arm and snapped it back at the right mont. Or I could dodge attacks by contorting my body out of the way.

Cheon shifted against , her hand sliding lower down my stomach in her sleep.

That gave an entirely different idea about potential uses for a rubber body ability, and I grinned despite myself.

I glanced down at her sleeping face, peaceful and vulnerable in a way she never allowed herself to be when conscious. The sa girl who organized her planner with color-coded tabs and gave people detention for dress code violations was currently curled naked against , her body still bearing marks from my teeth and hands.

What a fucking contradiction she was.

And now she was mine. Or at least, the system thought she was. "The Strategist’s Loyalty" sounded pretty valuable, especially coming from soone as thorough and ticulous as Cheon.

I had to admit, I hadn’t expected things to progress this far this quickly. When I pulled her into that storage room, it was just to shut her up. I didn’t plan for the drain to activate so strongly, or for her to respond so intensely.

But here she was. In my bed. My second heroine, if the system was counting correctly.

Another step toward the Harem Lord ending I needed to survive. Another ability acquired, even if it was a weird stretchy one instead of sothing combat-useful.

Instead, I felt a strange twist in my chest as I looked down at Cheon’s sleeping form.

This wasn’t just a conquest. This wasn’t just a task completed on my checklist.

She was a person. A complicated, contradictory person who’d trusted enough to leave her perfectly organized world behind for a night and step into mine.

That ant sothing.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face, watching her nose scrunch slightly at the contact.

"What am I going to do with you, Panda?" I whispered.

Her only answer was the steady rhythm of her breathing.

I closed my eyes, letting the weight of her against anchor to the present mont. Tomorrow would bring new complications. The Battle Trials. Figuring out how to use this rubber ability. Managing whatever was developing between , ra, and now Cheon.

But for now, in the darkness of my bedroom with Cheon warm against my side, I allowed myself to simply exist without a plan.

The protagonist percentage would go up. The abilities would co. The quest would continue.

And I would figure it out as I went, because that’s what I always did.

I pressed another kiss to the top of Cheon’s head and let sleep claim , the system interface fading from my vision as consciousness slipped away.