Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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"Yes, there are. They're not included in the original paintings."

Mochizuki picked up her carved panel, blew on it gently to remove the debris, and revealed its true form.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "solemn and dignified."

Arcueid, having received a satisfactory reply, returned to his seat. Facing the newly carved tablet, Typhon solemnly compared it to Mochizuki Oboro herself.

“At least I feel it’s quite similar,” Mochizuki Oboro said.

Typhon's gaze shifted back and forth between the engraving and the main subject.

Five seconds later, Typhon came to a conclusion.

"Not as good as you."

"Due to the filter?"

"What filter?" Tifon asked knowingly.

Compared to her initial reserved and timid demeanor, Typhon is now much bolder and far more aggressive than she once was.

Mochizuki Oboro explained bluntly: "When you are in the period of unrequited love or in the throes of passionate love, no matter what the other person does, you will have a corresponding beautifying filter in your mind."

"Perhaps. I'm not entirely sure myself." Typhon neither confirmed nor denied, but rather gave an ambiguous answer.

After the wood carving was completed, the homeroom teacher, Kenneth, walked into the classroom just as the preparatory bell rang, kicking off a full day of classes.

Tifeng, however, was not interested in listening to the lecture.

Although Mochizuki Oboro couldn't carve during class time, she could still do other things.

For example, drawing, and making small movements.

Having learned from his previous experience of being caught red-handed by Murasaki Shikibu, Tsutsumi Feng became much more discreet in his actions.

He looked up to listen to the lecture, holding a pen in his right hand, but his left hand was not so still.

"Don't poke it, it's a little itchy," said Mochizuki Oboro.

"I just want to know how hard a guy's muscles are."

Typhon, with a scientifically inquisitive look, asked, "It doesn't feel too hard or too soft. Is it not taut enough?"

"How can muscles not be tense after they've been tightened?"

Mochizuki Oboro glanced at the small hand still resting on her lap: "Also, next time I hope you can give me a heads-up beforehand, instead of launching a surprise attack."

Tifon said with feigned seriousness, "If we inform them in advance, wouldn't it be impossible to check the true state of the situation?"

……

It's 6:30 p.m.

Camelot Entertainment Center.

After being promoted by the big boss Artoria, Oboro Mochizuki's job duties also changed.

Originally, Mochizuki Oboro was a proper newcomer, but now all he needs to do is receive some important clients and provide them with excellent service.

Tralock, Vice Director of Aztec Corporation; Morgan, Chairman of Avalon Corporation; Melousin, CEO of Avalon Corporation; and a certain Marie Antoinette who wishes to remain anonymous…

Right now, Mochizuki Oboro is receiving "internal training" from the Roundtable seniors.

"When you serve as my king in the future, please be mindful of your words and actions. Your every move will affect my king's reputation."

Bedivere said earnestly, "Say what the king cannot say, do what the king cannot do. While trying to guess his thoughts, be careful not to go too far."

Wang Yuelong gave a vague "hmm" in agreement.

Tristan plucked a string: "Don't worry too much. As long as you remain loyal and are good at cooking, other shortcomings don't matter."

Gao Wen put down his drink and sighed contentedly, clearly enjoying his slack-off.

Mordred rubbed the game console and casually said, "Father is actually easy to deal with; just feed him."

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yuelong couldn't help but ask, "What are you all doing now?"

"Slacking off," Gao Wen replied.

Tristan said confidently, "We've learned our lesson from last time. Lancelot is guarding the door outside, and Kay is in charge of monitoring the elevators. Apart from the Knights of the Round Table who aren't on duty, this arrangement is flawless."

That's it, I'm doomed. Mochizuki Oboro thought to herself.

Before things were exposed, Mochizuki Oboro used the excuse of meeting a client to slip out of the staff break room.

As expected, Lancelot had disappeared without a trace.

Mochizuki looked around, but Kai, who was supposed to be waiting at the elevator entrance, was nowhere to be found.

Just then, a hand landed on Mochizuki Oboro's shoulder from behind.

“I’m glad you didn’t go along with it.” There was no hint of joy or sorrow in Agravan’s words: “I’ve already lured Lancelot away with a little trick, and Kay couldn’t resist the temptation either. If you had come out ten minutes later today, you would have had to prepare to write a self-criticism.”

To deal with these lazy bums, the ruthless Iron Agraven naturally disregarded any colleagueship and had long ago installed some magical little monitoring gadgets in the staff break room.

Based on the information obtained, Bedwell seems to be doing well, as he has been teaching diligently.

But the other guys weren't so lucky.

"Get to work. I'm going to teach those guys a lesson."

After saying that, Agguiwen started walking towards the lounge.

Chapter 115 Tralock's Little Gift

Although she really wanted to inform her colleagues in the break room, considering the risk, Mochizuki Oboro honestly went to work.

Mondays and Wednesdays are regular workdays, but on Fridays I have to serve as the servant of the big boss, Artoria.

In other words, Mochizuki Oboro must continue to embody the spirit of the service industry and wholeheartedly look forward.

Due to the regulations of Academy City, Mochizuki Oboro, who has not reached the age requirement, cannot work in the bar area. Last time, she was simply helping Kai out.

But how come I ran into Ayaka Sajou just because I filled in for someone once... was that good luck or bad luck?

The moon was obscured. His primary task at present is to provide excellent service to his valued clients.

Like other places, Camelot Entertainment Center also has membership tiers and various benefits.

The more you spend, the better the service you receive.

For example, a certain top-tier courtesan who has already made a name for himself. Nowadays, Mochizuki Oboro no longer appears in the main hall; he can only be seen in a few private rooms.

Of course, it is also possible that a customer will specifically request our services.

As one of the most prestigious clients, Tralock enjoys numerous privileges at Camelot Entertainment Center.

"This is the first time I've specifically requested a particular waiter."

Dressed in a formal suit, Traloc swirled the red wine in his glass and looked at Nitocris sitting opposite him: "How are you feeling?"

"It should be considered one of the most prosperous areas in the world."

Nitocris commented, "I've been traveling a lot for work, and I only recently decided to settle down in Academy City."

“If you’re interested, you can also choose a private suite in Camelot, which you can decorate to your liking. It’s not top-of-the-line, but it’s convenient and a pleasant place to spend your time,” Tralock recommended.

Judging solely from the content of their conversation at this moment, Tralock and Nitocris seem to have a fairly good relationship.

However, their relationship is actually quite different; the two are now merely competitors. Tralock's purpose in inviting Nitocris to his suite was simply to find a suitable place to discuss the contract.

The doorbell rang.

Based on the order time, Camelot's service is remarkably prompt.

Tralock snapped his fingers: "Let me show off my favorite thing."

Nitocris twitched her ears, slightly puzzled: "What's that?"

As Mochizuki Oboro carried the dishes into the room, she explained, "It's me."

[Skills "Charm of the Source (C)" and "Floral Splendor (A)" have been activated. The additional attribute "Charm (C)" remains active.]

Nitocris looked toward the waiter at the sound.

With black hair and gray eyes, carrying a touch of boyishness unique to youth, his extremely special temperament is even more attractive than his facial features.

It seems that as long as you stay by his side, your mind and body will be involuntarily drawn in, and you will be addicted to an incurable sweet poison.

Tralock gently grasped Mochizuki Oboro's wrist and said softly, "Your hair color should have a touch of light blue."

“That’s what I dyed my hair before. Black is my natural color,” Mochizuki Oboro explained.

Tralock nodded slightly: "I like black hair too. What hair color do you like on girls?"

"Hair color is not that important."

After saying that, Mochizuki Oboro saw Nitocris's look of sudden realization.

...She was mistaken for a waitress who was dating a customer.

"So this is how you release stress?" Nitocris couldn't help but tease, "I didn't expect Camelot Entertainment Center to have this kind of service specially set up for VIPs."

Seeing that Nitocris had indeed lost her composure, Tralock was even happier, his joy overflowing.

"No, this is my priest. People usually call this kind of relationship husband or lover, but the situation between me and my priest is very special and I can't explain it clearly for now."

Tralock pulled out the chair next to him and looked at Mochizuki Oboro: "Please sit down, let's eat and chat together."

“I hope you can understand the situation beforehand,” Nitocris reminded her. “The contract is about to be signed. It’s not good for unrelated people to be present.”

“As long as it makes him happy, you can modify the contract as you see fit within the pre-agreed scope,” Tralock said lazily.

The pre-agreed scope was very broad, essentially equal to Tralock's bottom-line requirements. If fully utilized, Nitocris could secure a substantial profit for her side.

And now, this condition, which might not be so easily obtained even after countless efforts in business warfare, has been handed over so easily by Tralock.

Given that, Nitocris wouldn't refuse something that came for free.

“Before we officially begin, I have a little question I’m curious about,” Nitocris asked with a smile. “Are you two a real couple?”

"of course."

"Not yet."

Nitocris was greatly surprised by the two almost diametrically opposed answers.

The waiter sat down next to Tralock as instructed, and showed no resistance to Tralock's overly intimate gestures.

Nitocris understood completely.

"Are you pursuing him?"

"Pursue? Perhaps that word is appropriate."

Tralock reached out and put his arm around Mochizuki Oboro's waist: "But we've already won him over halfway. If it weren't for that troublemaker, he would probably be completely infatuated with me by now."

As Mochizuki Oboro's mind happened to replay BB's special reward, she couldn't help but agree with Tralock's words.

Even BB's inexperienced, rote application could give Mochizuki Oboro a noticeable stimulation, and after a while, she would ejaculate rapidly.

If Tralock had actually forced himself on her in the suite back then, it's possible that Mochizuki Oboro would have directly entered the "what if" scenario.

“Come on, please my beloved priest. To please him is to please me,” Tralock urged bluntly.

Nitocris returned a smile: "Could you tell me your name?"

After all, taking it one step at a time is very important.

"Looking at the moon."

"It's nice to meet you. As you can hear, my mission now is to make you happy."

Nitocris rested her chin on her hand: "Tell me what you want to do, Mochizuki-kun, and I'll try my best."

Faced with these three waiters, Nitocris realized she couldn't afford to try to take shortcuts, or she'd likely fail.

"Things that make me happy?"

Without hesitation, Mochizuki Oboro answered, "To gather materials."

……

After a while.

First and foremost, it cannot be denied that Mochizuki Oboro's temperament is truly unique. Even Nitocris herself found it hard to resist, let alone Tralok, who was completely confronting her inner self.

Secondly, the matter of "source material" is also quite subtle.