The morning sun filtered softly through the blinds of the dorm's shared kitchen, catching the faint shimmer of powdered sugar on Shen Yuo's hoodie. He was humming—something cheerful and suspiciously innocent—as he dusted the surface of a warm batch of cinnamon mochi bites on a serving tray.
Each of his roommates slowly emerged from their respective corners of morning grogginess. Gon was first, dragging his blanket like a defeated knight returning from war.
"Holy hell, Shen," Gon blinked. "You baking again? What are you—housewife of the year?"
Shen shrugged with a boyish grin. "Keeps the nerves calm. And girls like sweet things."
"That's facts," Tenjo muttered, eyeing the tray with a bleary look. "What's the occasion?"
"New neighbors," Shen lied smoothly. "Thought I'd make a good impression."
[System Notification: Diversion Protocol Phase II - Camouflage Persona Engaged. Progress: 48% → 61%]
Shen handed Tenjo a mochi bite, watching as his roommate bit into it and groaned like he'd just tasted heaven. Itajhi, now seated with a quiet mug of matcha, merely raised an eyebrow.
"You're either possessed or angling for sainthood," he muttered.
Tenjo, chewing, leaned back with a satisfied sigh. "Or maybe we just need to stop projecting. Shen's always been a low-key golden boy. Just took us a while to notice."
Shen bit back a grin. The Emotional Disarmament angle was working—Tenjo's suspicion had been transformed into growing admiration. But it wasn't just about distraction. It was about redirection. The art of misdirection wasn't in hiding the truth—it was in making the truth irrelevant.
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Later that Afternoon – Library Annex, Study Wing
Shen sat between two shelves of law textbooks, cross-legged on the floor, notebook open. Opposite him was Nari, the shy college girl introduced days ago—now sitting much closer than strictly necessary, flipping through marketing pamphlets and stealing glances at him between notes.
"I still don't get why someone like you would help me with my project," she said, cheeks redder than her cherry hairclip.
"Because I think you're smart," Shen said honestly. "You just need someone to… boost your confidence."
Nari blinked, stunned. Then dropped her pen.
Shen bent forward to retrieve it—just as she did. Their hands met.
He didn't move. Neither did she.
Her breath caught, and she looked up. Shen's System flared for a second—her arousal levels were spiking just from the contact.
[System Alert: Nari - Emotional Threshold 71% Reached. Arousal Level: Moderate. Curiosity: HIGH]
She swallowed. "Shen… can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you have someone you're… seeing? Like, for real?"
Shen tilted his head. "Depends what you mean by real."
She bit her lip. "I mean... would you kiss someone who wasn't your girlfriend?"
He gave her a long look—one that danced on the edge of suggestion and control.
"Only if she wanted me to."
Nari's breath trembled.
And then she leaned in.
Their lips met softly at first—testing waters. Then, more firmly. She melted into him, eyes fluttering shut, heart beating wildly.
The System hummed with incoming data, but Shen silenced the stream recording for this one. Nari wasn't a conquest—yet. She was a seed.
[New Side Quest Unlocked: Innocence to Obsession — Progress Nari's Emotional Affection to 90%]
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Back at the Dorm – Later That Night
The dorm buzzed with the quiet chaos of Friday night energy. Gon was gaming in his room. Itajhi was—possibly—reading smut in the laundry room again. Tenjo, for once, was absent.
Shen emerged from his shower wrapped in a towel just in time to hear a very suspicious sound coming from the utility hallway.
Curious, he approached—quietly.
The door to the old storage lounge was ajar. Light slipped out, flickering.
Inside, he saw Itajhi—glasses off, shirt open—lying on the old couch, with a dark-skinned girl straddling his lap, her short dyed hair wild and her moans muffled against his neck.
She was riding him slowly, deliberately, her hips grinding while his hands clutched at her waist like he couldn't believe this was happening.
Shen blinked.
The girl turned slightly at the noise—just enough to lock eyes with Shen through the gap in the door.
Her pupils dilated.
She didn't stop.
If anything, she arched harder—on purpose.
[System Alert: New Potential Target Detected — Compatibility: 91%]
[Name: Kiki Ayahara – Status: Unclaimed / Experimental. Current Sexual Exposure Heightened.]
Shen smirked and gave a short wave.
Itajhi didn't even look up. "Close the goddamn door, you exhibitionist."
Kiki giggled—and Shen noticed her hand was slowly stroking herself behind her as she kept grinding on Itajhi. Still watching Shen.
[New Data Uploaded. Stream Possibility: HIGH. Unlockable Perk: Voyeur-to-Participant Bonus Pathway]
He shut the door slowly, chuckling.
His harem wasn't just expanding—it was evolving.
The soft hum of Shen's phone vibrated as he stepped into his private corner of the dorm—his recently "decluttered" closet-turned-streaming-booth. The Fan Economy Interface blinked open:
> [WOMEN-ONLY STREAM MODE: ACTIVE]
[Verified Female Viewers: 23]
[Stream Delay: 5 Seconds]
[Live Tips: ¥3,800 (Today)]
[Chat Tags: #ShenChef #DomSoft #IWantNext]
His session with Yue earlier that week had sparked buzz within the underground whisper networks of his female subscriber base—especially now that Mina Aisaka and Kiki Ayahara were both triggering system compatibility flags.
"Time to stoke the fire," Shen whispered, then tapped the 'Warm-Up Session' button on the app.
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Elsewhere in the Dorm – Tenjo's Room
Tenjo was half-lounging on his bed, earphones in, texting Mina with a dorky smirk. Her selfies had gotten increasingly bold—tight gym shorts, tank tops slightly wet from "practice sweat," hair always artfully messy.
Mina: "You free Sunday? I wanna show you something I learned 😘"
Tenjo: "If it's that ass again, you might kill me. But yes."
He never noticed the faint recording icon blinking in the background. A tiny bug-device planted by Shen behind Tenjo's curtain was syncing subtle footage—Tenjo's giggles, shirtless selfies, and flirty voice notes.
> [System Update: Diversion Protocol - Loyalty Play Engaged]
[Status: 61% → 72%]
Shen didn't need to stop Tenjo from fooling around. He just needed Tenjo's ego and libido satisfied enough to not look deeper into Shen's own affairs.
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Later That Night — Stream Session Begins
Shen, now dressed in a form-fitting black tee and joggers, positioned the phone. The women-only stream hummed to life with pink ambient overlays. He lit a soy candle, letting the soft vanilla scent mix with his musk. It wasn't porn—it was scented dominance. Seduction redefined.
He addressed the screen:
> "Tonight's flavor... is restraint. You'll watch, but not touch. Listen, but not moan too loud."
The chat exploded.
> [💋 LunaMae89]: HE'S TOO POWERFUL
[🔥 MILF4U_66]: Sit on his face or give him the Nobel Prize?? I'm conflicted.
[👑 QueenKushina]: Mark me present. Continue.
His fingers slowly unwrapped a strawberry from Sarada's bakery box, placed delicately on his tongue. His lips pressed shut around it, and he hummed—low and guttural. The reactions spiked.
> [Live Tips: ¥5,400 → ¥8,950]
Then the notification struck:
> [Covert Viewer Access Request: Mina Aisaka – Verified Female ID #7282]
He smirked. So she's joined the audience.
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Scene Shift – Laundry Room
Kiki Ayahara was leaning against the dryer, still flushed from her wild session with Itajhi. But now she was scrolling Shen's private feed with one AirPod in—gasping softly as he teased the camera with those damn lips.
> "He's different," she murmured.
From behind her, a warm breath whispered against her neck. "Watching Shen now, huh?"
She turned to see Itajhi smirking, still bare-chested under his jacket. "He's got a harem, you know."
"Yeah?" she replied, tilting her head. "Maybe I'll make him earn me."
> [System Alert: Kiki Ayahara – Seduction Route Activated]
[Compatibility Recalculated: 91% → 94%]
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Final Day of Diversion Protocol – Saturday Evening
The dorm hosted an impromptu house party—initiated by Gon, fueled by cheap beer, microwave burritos, and a playlist labeled "Certified Shenanigans." The common room pulsed with activity.
Tenjo had Mina practically glued to his lap. Gon was half-dancing with a girl who thought his Naruto impressions were hilarious. Itajhi and Kiki had disappeared into the bathroom.
Shen? Shen stood in the corner, bottle of plum cider in hand, eyes scanning the room like a king surveying his court.
Every target had been activated. Every threat was occupied.
> [System Notification: Diversion Protocol – Final Phase Engaged]
[Tenjo Suspicion Level: 11% → 0%]
[Achievement Unlocked: Ghost Walker – Remain Undetected for 72 Hours While Engaged in Erotic Activity]
[Reward: 1500 Tokens + Stream Filter Upgrade]
He swiped to check Mina's viewer log.
> [Mina Aisaka – Viewer History: 3 Covert Streams Watched]
[Status: Curious / Borderline Obsessed]
And then he felt it.
A gaze.
Kiki.
Across the room, her eyes locked onto his, even while seated next to Itajhi. She raised her glass. Slowly licked the rim. Then winked.
She wasn't just a participant. She was testing him now.
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Later That Night – Shen's Room
The party had fizzled out. Gon was snoring under the table. Tenjo was passed out with Mina in his bed. Itajhi had vanished again—possibly with Kiki for round three.
Shen sat alone in his closet stream chamber.
Or rather, not alone.
> [Private Viewer Request: Kiki Ayahara – Direct Chat Room Entry]
He accepted.
Her face filled the screen—flushed, breathless, shirt slipping off one shoulder.
> Kiki: "Is it true?"
Shen: "Is what true?"
Kiki: "That you're collecting us. One by one."
Shen: "Depends. Are you offering yourself up?"
Kiki: "Not yet."
Shen: "Then keep watching."
She bit her lip. The feed cut out—on her end.
> [System: Viewer Bookmark Created. Kiki Ayahara – Pending Harem Candidate Status]
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