Jasmine’s expression flickered through a rapid storm of emotions—fear, fury, humiliation—before she finally gritted her teeth and strode out of the classroom.
She’d decided to meet Rudius.
No matter what, she had to make him delete that video with her own eyes.
It absolutely could not remain on his phone.
On the other side, Rudius pocketed his phone after sending the meeting request.
He left the restroom, exited the school grounds, and hailed a taxi to the designated location.
He got out a safe distance from the school and began waiting.
Truth be told, this was his first time doing anything like this.
His nerves were frayed.
What if Jasmine got so angry she called the cops?
That would be social annihilation of a completely different flavor.
This so-called Life Achievement System—had it been spawned by some stray extreme thought he’d once had?
Was it really trying to mold him into a scumbag?
Wasn’t blackmail illegal?
Didn’t the system fear the long arm of the law?
But there was no undoing what was already set in motion.
He could only take it one step at a time.
Just as his anxiety was peaking, an elegant figure appeared in his line of sight.
The girl had run the entire way, her chest heaving from exertion.
Her full bosom rose and fell with each labored breath, drawing the eye despite herself.
Jasmine locked her gaze on Rudius.
Shame and fury flickered across her features as she marched toward him.
Rudius felt the awkwardness creep in.
He was still fumbling for a proper greeting when a text prompt bloomed before his eyes.
“Please mind your words and actions. The more they align with scumbag standards, the higher your evaluation will be.”
His heart stirred.
He remembered the Scumbag Points—how they could enhance his survival capabilities.
He didn’t know exactly how that worked, but the system had no reason to lie.
He watched Jasmine approach, recalled every movie villain he’d ever seen, and plastered on a crooked smile.
“Jasmine. You finally made it.”
Jasmine, who had arrived with fists clenched and righteous fury blazing, faltered.
The momentum drained out of her.
She hesitated, glaring at him with impotent rage, before finally demanding: “What do you want? Name your price. Just delete the video.”
“What do you think?” Rudius let his gaze drift lazily over her, lingering a beat too long on her chest.
Jasmine’s expression curdled into something murderous.
“I’ll pay you,” she spat.
“Delete the video, and we’ll call it even.”
Rudius snorted.
Still so arrogant, even with a leash around her neck?
This approach wouldn’t earn him a high evaluation.
And if he was going to do this, he might as well commit.
“Shut up,” he said coldly, “you damn pervert.”
Jasmine’s face went blank.
Then it flushed crimson.
“Who are you calling a damn pervert?!”
Rudius regarded her with disdain.
He pulled out his phone and held it up.
“Still talking back? Want me to send this to the class group right now?”
He opened the group chat, thumb hovering over the send button.
“Don’t!”
Panic flooded Jasmine’s eyes.
She lunged forward, grabbing his hand, clutching it desperately.
The thought of that video circulating among their classmates—of everyone seeing her like that—shattered her composure completely.
“Let go,” Rudius said flatly.
She didn’t.
Her face was pale, her grip iron-tight.
She was terrified that the moment she released him, the video would fly into the group chat.
Her dark eyes turned pitiful, pleading.
Her beautiful features crumpled into a look of desperate supplication.
She’d yielded.
Rudius nodded inwardly with satisfaction.
Jasmine was used to being on top—if he hadn’t put her in her place immediately, the rest of this would’ve been impossible.
A twinge of guilt pricked at him—bullying a girl like this wasn’t exactly honorable—but he pushed it aside.
At this moment, Jasmine was clutching his hand, unaware of how close they were standing.
Her full chest was already pressing against his arm.
Soft.
Elastic.
An inexplicable thrill ran through him.
The usually arrogant Jasmine was looking at him with pleading eyes.
Rudius raised his free hand, placed it over hers, and stroked her knuckles with a mocking laugh.
“Didn’t expect your hands to be this smooth.”
Jasmine’s body tensed.
Her expression flickered violently—then she gritted her teeth, stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around his, forcing a sweet, brittle smile.
“Yu Shao~ Please delete the video, okay?”
She pressed her full bosom against his arm.
The soft flesh visibly deformed against him.
Rudius’s mood grew complicated.
He hadn’t expected her to go this far—to throw her dignity aside and resort to seduction just to get him to delete that video.
Jasmine was a campus beauty by any standard: charming features, stellar grades, a figure that turned heads.
He’d entertained his share of improper thoughts about her.
But now, looking at her like this, he felt a strange sense of disillusionment.
A goddess was just a woman like any other.
Maybe even more flawed than most—it was just that her beautiful face made you overlook her shortcomings.
Jasmine not only invaded others’ privacy by snooping through their backpacks, but when cornered by a man she couldn’t overpower, she folded and used her body as a bargaining chip.
The thoughts flickered through his mind in an instant.
Outwardly, he wore a satisfied smirk.
“Jasmine, I didn’t expect you to be this flirtatious. Your chest is really soft.”
Jasmine was seething inside but dared not show it.
She hugged his arm even tighter, forcing down her humiliation as she cooed: “Brother Yu Shao~ If you promise to delete it for me, I can…”
“Can what?” Rudius prompted.
Jasmine gritted her teeth inwardly.
Her smile was dazzling.
“I can let you… touch… touch them.”
The moment the words left her mouth, her face turned crimson, as if blood would drip from her cheeks at any second.
The mortification was so intense she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Rudius’s throat bobbed.
He smiled.
“Alright. I’ll delete it now.”
He operated his phone and deleted the video in front of her—original file, gone.
Jasmine blinked.
Then her face lit up with relief.
She hadn’t expected him to cave so easily.
At the same time, contempt curdled in her chest.
What a spineless trash bag—lost his soul just because I said a few sweet words.
Rudius smiled at her.
“Jasmine, I’ve deleted it. So can I…”
His gaze dropped to her chest, hot and hungry.
Jasmine rolled her eyes, shook off his hand, and stepped back two paces.
She tilted her head innocently.
“What are you talking about? I don’t understand. I’m starving—gotta go home for dinner.”
She turned to leave.
Rudius laughed.
“Jasmine, it seems you forgot—I sent the video to you.”
She froze.
Her blood ran cold.
It was true.
He’d deleted the original, but the chat history was still there.
The video in their conversation—still playable.
Her face drained of color.