Episode 1: Don’t Do Anything StupidThe lecture hall buzzed with noble heirs and heiresses.I quietly swept the floor near the entrance, broom in hand.

  “Ugh, the janitor’s here again.”“They should make people like him use the back door.”Whispers floated in the air, eyes gncing toward me.

  Familiar.This was nothing new.

  Rosenfeld Academy.A pce for the elite to study the arcane and refine their intellect.And me?The one who scrubbed their floors.The academy let me in… on one condition: I work like a damn sve.

  I kept my head low and hurried.I had to finish before the professor arrived.

  But then—My eyes locked with hers.

  Eliza Hartmann.

  She sat at her desk and… spread her legs.Silver hair shimmered under the sunlight.Her thin blouse hugged her chest, swaying gently as she moved.Her thighs peeked out where her stockings stretched taut.

  “Haa…”A quiet moan escaped her lips.She gripped her thigh, her breathing uneven.Some students gnced over, sensing something strange.Her expression twisted.

  A gaze filled with desperation and longing.Like she was begging me—Just once, right now… please take me.

  And then, above her head—A blue system window flickered into view.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann]

  [Conquest Progress: 100%]

  [Status: Arousal Level 100]

  [Warning: Act now or lose her]

  Only I could see it.A sigh slipped out.

  What the hell… is this?

  I pressed my fingers to my forehead.How do I even begin to expin this?It all started… just a few days ago.

  I was standing in the hallway, holding a broom and sweeping up dust.

  The marble floor gleamed, blinding under the sun.

  Ahh. Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself.

  My name is Han Siwoo.I’m a janitor here, working in exchange for a tuition waiver.

  No one pays me any attention.No, it’s more like no one feels the need to.

  Tap, tap.Footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.Eliza Hartmann.A noble born to one of the most powerful families at the academy.

  As always, she walked with her usual poise—elegant, untouchable.

  Her silk blouse clung perfectly to her body, smooth and thin.The top button was undone, revealing a pale neckline and colrbone that shimmered faintly in the sun.

  I’d never once seen a run in her stockings.Well—except once. Just once, I saw her walking into the bathroom with a new pair in hand.

  I was cleaning the restroom at the time.Even though I’d blocked the entrance, she walked in like I didn’t exist, closed the stall door, and changed.When she came out, she gnced at me in the corner like I was a rat.

  I still remember that night—I’d fished her discarded stockings from the trash and held them tight in my hand...Yeah. That night, her stockings fueled my restless hands, you know.

  Smack.Today’s shoes were different. Another new pair of bck heels I’d never seen before.They looked like something handcrafted by a master—sleek, precise, gleaming as always.

  Her face was fwless.Porcein skin, cheeks dusted with soft pink blush.Long, delicate shes framed her violet eyes.Silver hair flowed gently over her shoulders.

  I tightened my grip on the broom and muttered under my breath:“I want to lick that arrogant face—wet it with my tongue.”It was a thought I had every time I saw her.

  Every day she walked by, and every day I watched her.But she never once looked back.Why would she? Someone like me doesn’t even register in her world.

  But then today—As she passed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, something dropped to the floor.A glint of pstic. I instinctively bent down and picked it up.

  Her student ID.Her name was printed clearly:

  Eliza Hartmann.

  My heart thudded. If I returned this to her...Would I finally have a chance to talk to her?Or maybe... I should just toss it in the trash?

  While I hesitated, a glowing blue message appeared before my eyes:

  [Secret Conquest System Activated] [Target Detected: Eliza Hartmann] [Progress: 0%] [Status: Indifferent] [Objective: Brush her fingertips as you hand over the ID]

  "What the... What is this?"

  I looked around in confusion. There was no one else in the corridor.Was I hallucinating?Why was a game-like system window floating in front of my eyes?But no matter how long I stared, the window didn’t disappear.My heart began to pound faster.

  "Is this... real?"

  I looked down at the student ID in my hand.What if I followed the system's instructions…?Could something really change?A girl like Eliza…? No way. But then, a whisper echoed in my head:

  ‘This is your st chance to turn back. If you don’t… there’s no going back.’

  I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

  She was standing at the end of the hallway, gently toying with the button on her blouse, lost in thought.As I got closer, I caught the faint trace of her perfume.Sweet and cool, like cold honey. I cleared my throat and called out.

  "Um… you dropped this."

  She slowly turned her head.Her violet eyes locked onto mine.

  It was the first time she had really looked at me.Her brows furrowed slightly.

  "What the hell…?"

  Her face twisted like she’d seen a cockroach.As if the very thought of touching me disgusted her, she crossed her arms.

  [Affection Level: 0%]

  [Status: Indifferent]

  [Command: Return ID and touch her fingertip]

  I gulped, staring at the message.

  "Even zero percent and indifferent... But I still have to touch her hand? No way."

  But I extended the ID card toward her, aiming just right—

  Just enough for our fingertips to brush, barely.The moment her skin grazed mine, I felt a silky softness.She flinched—ever so slightly—then pulled her hand away.

  And in that instant, the system window updated.

  [Affection Level: 15%]

  [Status: Subconscious Interest Detected]

  [New Command: Make eye contact and smile]

  "...No way. This is actually working?"

  I held my breath.Her reaction had changed.I saw the faintest blush color her ears.My fingers gently grazed the edge of my uniform pants as I steadied myself.I looked directly into her eyes and smiled, just a little.

  Eliza’s pupils wavered.She stared at me—then abruptly turned her gaze.

  “Hmph. Don’t get cocky.”

  Her voice was cold, but I noticed the slight tremble in her fingers.She turned and walked away, but… her steps seemed slower than usual.

  [Affection Level: 30%]

  [Status: Physical Reaction Detected]

  [System Message: First Target Interaction Success – Bonus +10% Applied]

  I clenched and unclenched my fist, feeling the pounding in my chest.If this was real…If this system was real…

  That meant I could have someone like Eliza.Me. A janitor.

  Watching her disappear at the end of the hall, I whispered to myself:

  “This is it. This is just the beginning.”

  ◇ ◆ ◇

  It was lunchtime.

  I headed for the staff cafeteria.A pin, cramped space tucked into the back of the academy.

  Eliza, on the other hand, sat at the center of the luxurious student hall, surrounded by the elite.She was having salmon tartare, a steak with truffle sauce, and a gss of red wine.What was it today?

  She usually preferred Cabernet Sauvignon.

  I remembered once pretending to clear the table just to sneak her winegss away.

  And I’d lingered over her winegss, tracing the rim her lips had touched.

  Haah. It’s like kissing her.

  Even the way she picked up her knife was graceful and precise.She cut the meat into neat pieces and brought them slowly to her lips.Chewing, slowly… deliberately.

  Then a sip of wine.And again, the knife.

  Every motion refined, rehearsed, like a queen’s ritual.

  But today… something was different.

  Her gaze was wavering.

  Once.Twice.

  She kept sneaking gnces at me.

  And the moment our eyes met—she quickly looked away.

  Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her wine gss.I held back a smirk.

  ‘Is that ice queen really… flustered because of me?’

  The system window popped up again.

  [Affection Level: 35%]

  [Status: Subconscious Curiosity Increasing]

  [Recommended Action: Confirm physical sensitivity during next contact]

  I slowly gathered my tray and walked past her table. As she stood up, I "accidentally" brushed against her.

  My shoulder touched her arm, lightly.

  She gasped—barely audible.

  "...Ah…"

  She looked at me. Her eyes were still cold, but… there was something else. A tremble. A flicker.

  [Affection Level: 40%]

  [Status: Rising Physical Sensitivity]

  I smirked and whispered under my breath:

  “If this is real… then you’ll be mine soon, Eliza.”

  She didn’t say a word and walked off briskly.

  But I saw it.

  The flush on her ears had deepened. This was only the beginning.

  The numbers were rising.

  —End of Ep1