Harem Stealing System

Miss Mika stared at Eiden for what felt like an eternity. Her eyes were unreadable calm, but sharp, as if peeling back the surface of his skin and peeking into his mind. Eiden stood frozen, mentally sweating bullets, his heart thumping against his chest like a prisoner rattling the bars. His thoughts spiraled. Did she suspect something?Don’t tell she found out im his son ? Or did i resembled dad too much that she feels something ofd about me .

Then, just as suddenly as she had stopped, she broke eye contact and turned away. Without a word, she walked toward the faculty office, her heels making a clean, precise rhythm on the hallway floor.

Eiden waited until she was completely out of sight before exhaling the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. That stare had felt like a loaded gun pressed against his forehead. He stood there a moment longer, trying to process the tension. Eventually, he shook his head and muttered, "Nope, not thinking about that," to himself, brushing off the whole thing.

There were no answers to be found in overthinking. Not yet, anyway. So, he decided to shelve the confusion and paranoia somewhere deep in his mental attic, lock the door, and throw the key under a pile of "deal with later." Whatever that was about, he’d just avoid her for the next ten years. For now, he went back to doing what he could control laughing it off with the boys. Talking nonsense, teasing each other,

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, an unusual yet strangely mesmerizing combination of girls sat around a corner table. Lyra. Linda. Crysty. And Sasha. It was a group that most people wouldn’t expect to see together. Not because they had any personal drama at least not publicly but simply because their personalities didn’t naturally overlap. Still, seeing them together didn’t look unnatural. In fact, it was the opposite.

The table they occupied had become a small spectacle. Each girl brought her own type of presence to the group, forming an odd yet elegant balance. Sasha sat with a composed posture and calm elegance, exuding the aura of a princess born into confidence. Her smiles were soft but deliberate, her words carefully chosen yet warm. There was something regal about the way she carried herself as if she’d been raised to rule over a quiet kingdom of logic and grace.

Crysty, sitting diagonally from her, leaned back slightly in her seat, arms crossed as she sipped her juice. She didn’t speak much, but her words, when they came, were layered with a mature insight that made her seem older than the rest. A calm, poised, beautiful woman like a heroine from a university drama.

Then there was Lyra, hunched slightly forward, fingers clinging to the hem of her sleeve. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant when she spoke, but her eyes sparkled every time someone paid attention to her. The shyness made her more adorable, her cuteness accentuated by the way her hair curled slightly around her cheeks.

And finally, Linda, effortlessly eye-catching. She had the aura of someone used to being looked at model-like in confidence and allure. Dressed fashionably even in uniform, with a gaze that felt both curious and just slightly playful, she looked like she belonged on a magazine cover rather than a cafeteria bench.

Together, they looked like characters from different genres who’d been thrown into the same scene but somehow, the chemistry worked. Each one highlighting what the other lacked, creating a tableau of balanced femininity. They talked about typical things shoes, gossip, food but there was a strange energy beneath the surface.

Sasha, in particular, behaved unusually. She was especially talkative toward Lyra. Offering her snacks, asking her follow-up questions, making an effort to keep her in the conversation. It wasn’t aggressive, just... gentle, persistent. As if she had suddenly decided to break down a wall that had been standing between them for a long time.

Crysty noticed. She had known Sasha longer than any of them, and Sasha’s behavior today was subtly out of character. Not in a bad way, but definitely odd. Sasha was usually selective with her attention. She didn’t dislike Lyra, but she had never tried to befriend her either. Today, though? She was leaning in, smiling more, sharing stories like she genuinely wanted to connect.