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Arthur sighed, rubbing his temples as he eyed the "10x Spin" option. "Alright, no more wasting time on single spins. Let's get this over with."
The wheel spun, its glowing sections blending into a hypnotic swirl. With a cheerful chime, the rewards began to pop up one after another. The first set was a torrent of disappointment: another Rusted Iron Sword, a Basic Iron Shield, and—of all things—a Battle-Ready Garter Belt that Arthur refused to even glance at for more than a second.
And then came the Strap-On (Rare).
Arthur's jaw hung open in utter disbelief. "This... this can't be real."
[Oh, it's very real,] Sol chirped. [And quite functional! I think you should keep it. You know, for research purposes.]
Arthur's glare could've melted steel. "Research? Why the hell would I need this when I have the real thing? And why is this rare?!"
[Hey, don't knock it till you try it! It's made of high-quality magical materials. Apparently, when worn, it gives the user the... uh... realistic experience.] Sol's voice was dripping with mock seriousness, barely concealing her amusement.
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "If I had a delete button for you, Sol..."
The wheel, as if mocking him, continued to churn out items. At least this time, a few were useful. A Mana Bow (Epic) that could conjure arrows out of pure mana and a Defense-Boosting Ring (Rare) showed up, offering a reprieve from the absurdity. Arthur exhaled, shaking his head. "Finally, something that doesn't make me question my existence."
But the third round wasn't much better. This time, the rewards included a Silk Lingerie of Allure (Rare), which Arthur tried to shove into his inventory so quickly he almost dropped it, and a Potion of Libido Boost (Rare) that made him groan audibly.
"I don't even know what to complain about anymore," he muttered, holding the potion at arm's length like it might explode.
[Oh, don't be so uptight,] Sol teased. [That potion could be very practical. Just think about—]
"Shut it, Sol," Arthur snapped, shoving the potion into his inventory and spinning the wheel again, hoping for salvation.
The next set of items finally delivered. A Mana Blade of Precision (Legendary), its sleek design and razor-sharp edges radiating a soft blue glow, caught Arthur's eye. He grinned despite himself. "Now this... this is worth it."
[See? Gacha isn't all bad,] Sol said smugly.
Arthur's good mood was short-lived. The last set was a rollercoaster of absurdity: another Vibrator, a pair of Cosplay Cat Ears, and a Blindfold of Pleasure that practically screamed "depraved shop inventory."
Arthur threw up his hands. "Why does this wheel keep spitting out stuff straight out of an eroge?!"
[Maybe it knows you too well,] Sol teased, her voice brimming with laughter. [Or maybe it's because I am an eroge system.]
Arthur glared at the floating panel, muttering curses under his breath. But then the wheel stopped on something that immediately silenced his frustration.
Ironwill (Legendary). A defensive skill that shielded the mind from all mental influence.
Arthur froze, his irritation melting away as he read the description. "Finally... something I actually need."
[See? It's all about persistence, Arthur. Now, how about celebrating with those bunny ears?]
Arthur ignored her entirely, stuffing the items into his inventory before stomping off toward Professor Isabella's class. "Damn perverted wheel... damn gacha systems..."
Yet, as he grumbled, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Ironwill was more than enough to make up for the chaos, and deep down, he couldn't deny the relief of finally having something genuinely useful in his arsenal.
With the newfound Ironwill skill bolstering his confidence, Arthur's steps carried a noticeable spring as he headed toward Isabella's cabin. The oppressive weight of frustration from the gacha debacle had lifted, replaced by a rare sense of accomplishment. For once, fortune had smiled on him, and his mood reflected it.
The warm hues of the setting sun bathed the hallway in a soft orange glow as he approached the cabin door. He knocked lightly, the faint sound echoing against the polished wood.
"Come in," a sweet, melodic voice called from within.
Arthur pushed the door open, stepping inside. The room was bathed in the gentle light of the fading sun, casting long shadows across the walls. Professor Isabella sat perched on the edge of her desk, an image of effortless allure. Her white shirt clung to her curves, the top buttons undone just enough to tease the imagination. A short black skirt with a daring slit revealed smooth thighs, accentuated by the dark stockings that clung to her legs, ending just above her knees.
"You're punctual, Arthur," Isabella remarked with a faint smile, her crimson eyes glinting mischievously as she leaned forward slightly, offering a fleeting yet deliberate view of her neckline.
"I try to be," Arthur replied evenly, his gaze fixed on her face. It wasn't easy; every movement she made seemed calculated to test his restraint.
"Well, let's get started," she said, gesturing toward the chair opposite her desk. Arthur moved to sit, the chair creaking slightly under his weight. Isabella reached for a book on her desk, flipping it open with deliberate precision. As she did, the taut fabric of her shirt shifted, accentuating her figure.
Arthur settled into his seat, determined to maintain his focus. His eyes met Isabella's, but her subtle movements were a constant challenge. She leaned forward, her elbow resting on the desk, her waist curving enticingly. "Arthur," she began, her tone low and honeyed, "the study of demons requires discipline. Their greatest weapon isn't always their strength but their ability to manipulate and tempt."
"Believe me, Professor," Arthur said smoothly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "You have my full attention."
Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her lips lifting. "You'd better. Now, let's review." She straightened, adopting a more professional tone. "Tell me, Arthur, what's the primary weakness of an Infernal Imp?"
Arthur cleared his throat, redirecting his focus. "They're vulnerable to holy magic and tend to avoid direct confrontation unless they have the advantage of numbers."
"Correct," she said with approval, her lips curving into a smile. She turned to grab a book from the far side of her desk. As she stretched, her shirt pulled taut, and Arthur's focus wavered.
As if on cue, her pen slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor.
"Oh," she murmured, a soft pout forming on her lips. "Clumsy me."
Without hesitation, she bent down to pick it up. The motion was slow, deliberate, and entirely too revealing. Arthur's eyes couldn't help but wander as the valley of her cleavage came into view, framed perfectly by her unbuttoned collar. The edge of her skirt rode up slightly, exposing more of her smooth, toned thighs.