“Hemostatic Bandage: 50 Scumbag Points. Excellent hemostatic effect, ensuring you won’t easily die from excessive blood loss.”
“Vital Point Evasion: 200 Scumbag Points. When hit, your body instinctively dodges vital points.”
“Acute Sense of Smell: 50 Scumbag Points. An acute sense of smell allows you to remember every girl you’ve been a scumbag to. Once they enter within ten meters of you, you will immediately detect them—avoiding the fate of being suddenly stabbed.”
Rudius looked at the three items on the exchange interface, feeling a bit disappointed.
None of these could help him confront Emma.
However, his disappointment only lasted for a moment.
He soon realized that even if good items did refresh, he couldn’t afford them anyway, so he’d just take it one step at a time.
He then browsed the detailed information for the three items.
Similar to yesterday, they were all abilities focused on self-preservation.
Among them, Acute Sense of Smell was a repeat from yesterday, so it seemed he wouldn’t have to worry about missing out if he couldn’t afford it—there would be another chance for it to refresh.
Rudius calculated: today’s settlement reward was 250 points, plus yesterday’s 100 points, giving him a total of 350 Scumbag Points.
All three exchange items would cost only 300 points.
He didn’t hesitate to exchange for all of them.
The Hemostatic Bandage was a good item, capable of quickly stopping bleeding, and Vital Point Evasion was an even more divine skill—capable of saving his life at crucial moments.
As for Acute Sense of Smell, it could be used to remember the scent of girls he’d been a scumbag to, which could both prevent girls like Emma from getting close to him and serve as a divine skill for cheating.
Imagine—when he cheated, his girlfriend or wife would absolutely not be able to catch him in the act, because Rudius would have already escaped beforehand.
After a rush of blood to his head, Rudius felt like something had happened to him, but it wasn’t obvious.
Vital Point Evasion was a passive skill; it wouldn’t activate unless he was attacked in a vital spot.
Acute Sense of Smell required him to remember the target girl’s scent.
Finally, Rudius opened his hand, and a roll of bandage appeared out of thin air.
He glanced at it, then put it back into the backpack provided by the system.
This backpack could be used to store items exchanged from the exchange interface.
After doing all this, Rudius looked at the remaining 50 Scumbag Points and felt it was a bit too little.
It seemed he would have to work harder tomorrow.
It was late at night, and Rudius lay in bed, falling asleep. Find the original chapter at g.com.
He had a dream.
In the dream, he stood holding a whip, while Jasmine and Emma knelt before him with dog collars, bowing down to kiss his feet.
Rudius slept soundly, but tonight, someone was losing sleep because of him.
Jasmine lay in bed staring blankly, subconsciously touching her lips.
The scene of Rudius kissing her surfaced in her mind—that kiss was domineering, crude, yet soul-stirring.
The young girl’s cheeks flushed with shyness, and her lips felt as if the taste of being savored still lingered, causing her to subconsciously bite down on them.
Her hips felt as if an electric current were passing through them—a numbing sensation that reminded her of her extorted panties and Rudius’s palms, which seemed to possess magic.
Jasmine groaned and hugged her pillow, her body feeling inexplicably weak and soft.
Her delicate skin was like a ripe red apple, her expression shifting between annoyance and shyness, before she finally gritted her teeth, lost in thought.
In the morning, Rudius arrived at school.
As usual, he intended to enter through the back door of the classroom, but when he reached the entrance, he encountered Jasmine and another girl walking out hand-in-hand.
Jasmine’s face flushed when she saw him, a flash of shy anger appearing in her eyes.
Just as she planned to pull her companion away without giving Rudius a single glance, her friend smiled and spoke to him: “Rudius, did you offend a teacher? The teacher arranged for you to clean the public areas today and asked me to let you know.”
Jasmine was about to pull her friend away, but she looked at Rudius in surprise upon hearing this.
The girl speaking was named Freya, who was also a beautiful girl.
However, because her figure was slightly inferior to Jasmine’s—especially her chest, which was a pitiful B-cup—her popularity was far below Jasmine’s.
However, Freya was enthusiastic and cheerful, loved to laugh, and greeted everyone with a smile.
Whether it was boys or girls, she made people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze, so she was quite well-liked at school and had a good relationship with the teachers.
Listening to Freya’s teasing, Rudius was surprised.
His gaze inconspicuously swept over Emma, who was slumped on her desk, and he nodded to Freya.
“I understand.”
Seeing his flat reaction, Freya felt quite bored, but she still said with a smile, “Then hurry up and go—class is about to start.”
After saying that, Freya pulled Jasmine away.
Rudius noticed that Jasmine’s final look at him was one of schadenfreude, clearly delighted to see him in trouble.
Rudius felt a bit annoyed and snorted, deciding to teach her a lesson after school.
But for now, the most important thing was to clean the public areas; otherwise, the teacher might use it as an excuse to trip him up.
Picking up a broom and a dustpan, Rudius arrived at the area his class was responsible for, only to see a scene of litter everywhere. This story is hosted at novelping.com.
Someone had intentionally torn paper into countless tiny scraps and scattered them all over the place—it was obviously targeted at him.
Was it Emma’s revenge?
Or was it simply the teacher acting on their own initiative to curry favor with Emma?
Rudius pondered, but regardless, it couldn’t be unrelated to Emma.
In that case, he would just go straight to her to cause trouble.
With that thought, Rudius took out his phone and sent Emma the video he’d taken yesterday of her licking his finger.
Without waiting for a reply, he put his phone away.
He didn’t start working either, just waiting there on the spot.
The phone vibrated many times in his pocket before finally falling silent.
A few minutes later, Rudius saw Emma coming down from upstairs, running straight toward him with an anxious look on her face.
Emma soon arrived in front of Rudius and asked with a terrible expression, “You took a video yesterday?”
“Sorry about that—it was just so worth commemorating that I couldn’t help but film it,” Rudius apologized with a smile, though no hint of apology could be seen on his face; instead, there was a sense of mockery.
Emma’s face turned even uglier.
She took a deep breath and said coldly, “Delete the video. If it ever leaks out, you will definitely regret it!”
Rudius’s heart skipped a beat.
Instinct told him that Emma’s words weren’t a threat, but more like a warning.
The video was highly humiliating; if leaked, it would deal a massive blow to Emma’s reputation, which would very likely invite revenge from her family.
However, deleting the video was absolutely out of the question.
The more leverage he had over Emma, the safer he would be.
Rudius didn’t answer Emma.
Instead, he pointed at the scraps of paper all over the ground and said, “The teacher assigned me to clean here. You’re going to help too.”
Emma was stunned, but soon realized something and felt secretly annoyed.
Her anger wasn’t directed at Rudius, but at the teacher.
At the same time, she finally understood why Rudius had sent her that video—it was because the teacher had targeted Rudius to please her, which had provoked him.