My Idle System

I made a change in the privileges chapters setting, increasing the numbers of them. So it will be sometime before I fill them.

I'm sorry for that.

Still, I don't think, I would ever make another change going forward for this story, so you can rest assured.

Another thing, during this month, aside from the daily chapters I will release sometimes another one, making them two. At least enough to match the increased number of the privileged ones.

So, it will just be some delay, but by the end of the month, you will likely get at least 30 normal chapters.

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Already irritated by the failure of the assassin yesterday, Damian siting in his office, and staring at his assistant, whose head was lowered, finally started speaking.

"Didn't you say the assassin would definitely succeed yesterday?"

"Then why the fuck did he fail?"

He had, of course, already heard about the outcome, but now he really wanted to know the exact situation.

"I have no excuse to give," the assistant replied.

"But if you give me another chance, I will definitely succeed this time."

Hearing the bullshit his assistant was spouting as he raised his head and impudently declared his next success, completely oblivious to the current situation, Damian felt his frustration spike even further and shouted.

"Don't even fucking try to do anything more! We're stopping here!"

Sweeping his hand across the desk in front of him, he sent both important and unimportant things crashing to the floor. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room, but Damian didn't flinch. His chest rose and fell heavily, his anger still not fully vented. still, he reined in his emotions and, in a low voice, said,

"So, just tell me what exactly happened."

Seemingly unbothered by the scene in front of him, Brian took a moment to contemplate before finally speaking.

"Actually, this time as well, I didn't get much information, since the assassin not only failed her mission but was also caught."

"But that, in itself, provided us with some information. Yesterday, Mistress Eva returned to the house with her maid and the assassin."

"Then, not long after she arrived, a doctor came to tend to the assassin, who had bruises all over her body, her frame battered and beaten beyond recognition."

'So, she's throwing away all pretense?'

Damian remained silent for some time after hearing about the assassin's whereabouts. Then, he looked at his assistant and said,

"For now, strengthen the security around me to the highest extent possible."

"Hire as many bodyguards as you can."

"I don't care about the money. Do you understand?"

Damian, who had nothing and no one more precious than his life, decided to take a step back.

If she was now desperate enough to have some man-whore after all this time in Harrisburg, after realizing she could no longer hide behind her family in that forsaken place, then so be it.

It's not like the collar around her neck for twenty years, with his name written on it, would simply disappear.

So, even if her body was defiled, there was no problem. It's not like he cared much about her, anyway. In the first place, as long as she became his bitch in the end, that was enough.

Filled with vile thoughts of his bright future, Damian strangely felt liberated now that he decided not to care much about what she was doing, confident that she would come to him in the end, anyway.

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Waking up already late, Christian rubbed his eyes and glanced at the arm draped across his chest. Then, turning his head to the side, he saw its owner, his still-naked sister.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had never understood people who slept in little clothing or none at all, but as his gaze fell on his sister's bare breasts beside him, he felt the need to reevaluate his preferences.

Because now, after experiencing it with his sister at his side, he was thoroughly convinced of which option was better.

More than that, he felt like giving himself a lot of credit for mustering the courage to shamelessly ask her not to wear clothes after they cleaned up the little mess they made yesterday.

So, now, lying on his side with his arm under his head, he stared at her beautiful side profile, letting time quietly pass.

He was assaulted by the impulse to cop a feel every now and then but tried to suppress the urge so as not to wake her up... or at least that had been his intention until he suddenly found himself experiencing the soft, bouncy sensation beneath his hand. Lowering his gaze, he discovered, to his shock, that his hand was already on her breast, fondling it. No words could describe his surprise.

It didn't take long after that for his sister to wake up. Yet, instead of saying anything, she simply buried her head against his chest, completely ignoring his wandering hand.

Time passed again, and eventually, his sister left the room to prepare breakfast, leaving Christian alone, who already full of excitement, opened his system window, eager to see what kind of changes had occurred in the Idle Practicing slots.

[First Slot - AI Programming - 22:50:30/96:00:00]

But as his gaze landed on the timer displayed on the side, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

It didn't matter if he were to receive the results immediately, he wouldn't lose out on anything, but seeing that the maximum idle practicing time had increased to four days, he felt it would be better to wait.

When the accumulation increased further, when what he would receive became larger, it would bring him far greater satisfaction, after all.

Would a small change in his current state really make a difference? Christian didn't think so, and with his situation not being urgent, he decided to go along with this choice.

Then, closing the System window, he finally turned his attention to his phone at the side.

He read Eva's message, which she had sent over an hour ago, and felt embarrassed… embarrassed that after telling her to come this morning, it was him who had still been asleep and needed her reminder.

So, after hurriedly replying to her, Christian finally rose from his bed.