CHAPTER 28: 25: IS IT NOT CUTE ENOUGH?

They had ended had ended the meeting very abruptly, and Edward had been led to a guest room on another corner of a mansion.

It was a large chamber furnished wonderfully with expensive items, in the centre of the room was a large bed, adorned with a silken veil. A small desk accompanied it to the side, and on the far end of the room was a large window looking out into the night.

It felt like he was in five star hotel. The kind that Edward had always seen commercials of in Earth.

It all still felt so surreal to him. No matter how hard he tried to get used to his new life.

He gave himself a moment to explore his room for the night, inspecting the various cabinets and adornments that decorated it. Then, when he eventually grew bored of it, he went into the washroom to clean himself.

The washroom was brightly lit with what looked like bulbs made out of mana, the light had a slight golden tinge to it, but it was not in any way lagging behind the bulbs from modern times.

There was also a full sized mirror in the washroom, right by a basin made out of white marble.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a while, trying to ground himself into reality as he had been doing to for the past two days.

The projection in the mirror stared back at him, it’s wide aquamarine eyes strange and alien. Donned in an innocence that Edward couldn’t believe was his.

He looked a little worn in the mirror, unlike the first time he had seen himself in the mirror right about when he woke up. His makeup wasn’t perfect, and his lip stick was already a little worn out and smudged from rubbing his lips with his hands while yawning.

He had immediately gotten rid of the large boots the moment he was alone because of how stuffy it was, and now, the silken socks that went up to his thighs were starting to prickle a little as well.

He let out a tired sigh, moving away from the mirror as he undressed himself.

***

Edward was laying in his bed, wearing a night gown instead of his usual pyjamas.

He was currently staring at the ceiling, bored out of his mind.

Then, out of nowhere, a thought occurred to him.

The system has been awfully quiet lately....

He wondered why it was so hesitant to interfere with his life, unlike the first few hours.

He looked to his side at the blue shimmering panel that was floating right at the edge of his peripheral vision.

[ Name: Edward Myrvale]

[Class: Femininity]

[ Current Objective: Strike a cute pose ]

[ Passive effects: Allure, Femboy Aura ]

[ Active Skills: Catwalk step ]

For whatever reason, his objective was currently the same as it had been a day ago.

Another thought occurred to him.

Without thinking much about it, Edward sat up on his bed, and brought his hands up to his face, recalling what kind of poses had been considered cute on Earth.

He tilted his head slightly, then clenched his fists and bent it forwards, mimicking the poses he had sometimes seen on the internet.

After nothing happened for a moment, he stared blankly at the system interface.

"Isn’t this cute enough...?"

And right on cue, as if it was replying to him, another panel suddenly popped up.

[ Instruction: Voice lines are also considered an essential part of poses. ]

Edward exhaled.

Then so be it, you stupid thing...

Without thinking much of it, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Nya~"

....

....

The room was dead silent.

The sounds of the breeze wafting in from window sounded like it was mocking him, somehow.

Edward felt warmth blooming on his face.

Before he could curse at the powers that were making him do these ridiculous things, the system popped with another message.

[ Pff- I mean... Objective Complete! ]

Edward stared at the interface for a moment.

Then his eyes widened.

"You...!"

He was right!

The stupid thing could speak!

The system that had made its objective to ruin his life could actually communicate with Edward!

It was not a stretch to say that he really hated the thing, whatever it was. Even if it was mystical and all powerful, it had still forced him to go through all those embarrassing things right after waking up.

When no response came, he yelled at the scream once more.

"Respond to me!"

But despite his outburst, nothing happened, the message window just dissolved into the air and his status window came back into focus.

He stared at for a moment, then when nothing appeared again he poked at it with a finger.

His fingers passed straight through shimmering panel, meeting no resistance at all.

"...I already know that you understand me you know?"

"Its no use pretending to not hear me."

"I know that you have to listen to me..."

"...are you there?"

"At least say something!"

He glared at the panel. And when he was sure that it wasn’t going to say anything he turned his head with a ’hmmph’ and plopped back down on his bed, burying his face on one of the pillows.

If the system was going to be stubborn, then Edward could be too.

It was not like it had all the power in the world.

As far as he had noticed, the extend of it’s reach was his body and things relating to it.

So maybe... if he came up with some sort of plan, just maybe, he could get it to break character?

He thought what he could try, letting his brain run aimless as his body further sank into the soft fluffy bed. He let his limbs relax, and let go of the tension that had been bothering him all day.

And before he knew it, the exhaustion that he had kept at bay all evening had finally crept up to him. And Edward, still thinking about ways to trick the system, fell into the sweet sweet embrace of sleep.