[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl":3,"chapter-system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-97":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1690987,2159,"Chapter 97: Um...","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>Blake had agreed surprisingly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, it had felt natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, however, sitting cross-legged on Myles’ kitchen counter while they tried to decide dinner, he realized he might’ve underestimated how nerve-wracking staying over actually was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re staring at the fridge quite intensely,\" Myles said from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked, immediately looking away from the open refrigerator. \"I’m thinking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve been thinking for six minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, cooking requires strategy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t exactly versatile in the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could cook soups. Noodles too, if they weren’t anything fancy. Salads were easy because technically they barely counted as cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" Blake said, hopping down from the counter, \"what do you usually eat for dinner?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever is available.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake narrowed his eyes. Well, it did make sense, but everybody had preferences, even Myles. The guy just talked like he’d transcended human wants entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake crossed his arms. \"Okay, then what do you eat most often?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles thought for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Salmon and green salad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s unexpectedly normal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even last time, at the amusement park, he showed a preference for fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It has only a few bones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he talking about fish bones?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you at least have the ingredients already?\" Blake asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well.\" Blake cracked his knuckles dramatically. \"Guess we’re cooking then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake immediately decided he would not be touching the knife often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Myles apparently agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second Blake reached toward one, Myles calmly moved the cutting board farther away from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stared. \"Um?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll handle this part.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think I can’t cut vegetables?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, but it’s dangerous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake opened his mouth, then closed it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, watching him cook felt strange enough as it was, so there was no point in making things even weirder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end, Blake ended up in charge of washing produce and preparing the salad dressing instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you sure this is enough lemon?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t even look.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve asked three times already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sighed dramatically while whisking the dressing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salmon itself turned out easier than Blake expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles seasoned it simply, nothing excessive, then showed Blake how to prepare the pan properly so the skin crisped instead of sticking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he listened carefully, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although, occasionally he got distracted watching the way Myles’ hands moved, which was a little embarrassing to admit even internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you just cook this stuff regularly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every day?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Frequently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually dinner was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salmon looked genuinely good. Golden edges, crisp skin, fresh salad arranged neatly beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sat down at the table while Myles brought over the plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t starving exactly, but he did want to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bigger issue was that he usually didn’t even like fish that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, maybe this would be different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat across from each other quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake picked up his fork, mentally preparing himself, then took a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Oh, okay, it’s pretty good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not overwhelmingly fishy at all. More delicate, kind of like the swordfish from their amusement park date.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked twice before taking another bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You might as well become a chef.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole vibe was pretty comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake found himself glancing at the clock on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What time do you usually sleep?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Around ten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s absolutely a lie, he is usually in other cities at that hour...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Blake let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which left the question...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly were they supposed to do for the next several hours?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Blake stood up automatically. \"I’ll wash the dishes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even touch the plates, Myles gently shoved him sideways toward the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You choose a film.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll handle this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked as Myles calmly started gathering dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Does he think I’m incapable of doing anything?!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huffing, he dropped onto the couch and grabbed the remote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The television flickered on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had absolutely no idea what someone like Myles would enjoy watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horror movies felt risky somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of violence exactly, but because Blake couldn’t imagine Myles reacting to anything scary like a normal person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comedy also seemed questionable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Would he even laugh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually Blake scrolled through random recommendations until one caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>University setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some genius protagonist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently dramatic but grounded enough to keep conversation flowing naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the day, the movie itself didn’t matter much. It was mostly just background to smooth things out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without checking further, Blake clicked play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, Myles returned and sat beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you choose?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something about university life and some genius guy, I think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movie started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And immediately opened with a sex scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Onscreen, two characters were aggressively making out against a wall while dramatic music played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slowly turned toward Myles in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles, meanwhile, looked entirely neutral while watching the screen, then he glanced over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this your taste?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope. Absolutely not. We are skipping this immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast-forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the plot summary now became obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A womanizer genius going through university while slowly maturing emotionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake wanted to evaporate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is not helping my image at all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, Myles said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movie continued and people flirted dramatically... someone kissed in a library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake experienced physical pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after a while, he realized something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles hadn’t spoken once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually Blake was the one carrying conversations, sure, but Myles still looked at him occasionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was just watching the screen quietly as if he genuinely cared about the movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake shifted slightly closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it boring?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles glanced at him. \"It was your choice. I can’t judge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake covered his face instantly with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. No, this is not my taste at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles hummed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake peeked at him through his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before thinking too hard about it, he reached over and took Myles’ hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he was feeling brave tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would it be a problem if it was my taste?\" Blake asked lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles looked down at their intertwined hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for the movie in the background, where two characters had apparently started another intense make-out session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake slapped his own forehead dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should just change the movie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the remote again, then suddenly froze when Myles leaned over and lightly bumped his forehead against Blake’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It isn’t a problem. Just keep it down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake froze again, for around five seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What does that mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles leaned back against the couch without answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s not fair...!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake groaned quietly, sinking farther into the couch cushions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, though...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mind waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, time felt strangely easy around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Blake woke up, the room was dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For several seconds he had no idea where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he realized two things simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First: his head was resting against Myles’ shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second: their hands were still intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake blinked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point they changed movies entirely. He vaguely remembered another film starting, something less humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then apparently he’d fallen asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ended up like this somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room looked late-night dim, the television casting soft flickering light across the couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake lifted his head slightly, and Myles was already looking down at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake’s heart skipped instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry,\" Blake mumbled sleepily. \"I didn’t mean to fall asleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles’ voice sounded quieter at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should sleep now,\" he added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake nodded, rubbing one eye while sitting up fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles turned off the television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bedroom, Myles’ opened a drawer and handed Blake a set of clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked slightly oversized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, more than slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh, thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll shower first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Myles disappeared into the bathroomz leaving Blake alone in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, curiosity attacked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there wasn’t much to look at, the room felt exactly like Myles somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minimalistic and quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sat carefully on the edge of the bed before eventually lying back fully, staring at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What does Myles think of me now?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What do I feel?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mission was to seduce him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was all this just because of that? Was he unconsciously forcing himself into attachment because he needed Myles emotionally invested?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathroom door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake sat upright instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your turn,\" Myles said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake escaped into the bathroom before his thoughts could continue spiraling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm water helped a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, using Myles’ shampoo and body wash somehow created an entirely different problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now Blake smelled exactly like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which felt pretty dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake shamelessly sniffed his own sleeve after drying off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Ugh, I feel creepy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oversized clothes hung loosely on him when he finally stepped back into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles was already under the covers, scrolling calmly through his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where am I sleeping?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles looked up. \"The bed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With you?\"Are you sure?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn’t matter to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake stood there awkwardly for another few seconds before finally climbing in carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laid stiffly on his side facing away from Myles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which somehow only made him more aware of the other person behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he heard Myles set his phone down and shift beneath the blankets too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake turned slightly despite himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles was lying on his back with his eyes closed already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you asleep?\" Blake whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blake closed his eyes too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, sleep pulled him under again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around three in the morning, Myles sat quietly against the headboard, he wasn’t asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years of training had erased that habit long ago. Even resting, his senses stayed alert constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Blake slept peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point during the night, he’d shifted closer unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now his face rested near Myles’ hip, breathing slow and even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Myles stared down at him silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after a long pause, his hand moved carefully toward Blake’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough to wake him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough to feel warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers slid upward instead, brushing gently through Blake’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down at him, Myles couldn’t help but think, how could he be this defenseless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since, at a random point of the school year, Blake started being afraid of him, someone he never even talked to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that, but staring and approaching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt repulsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more now that he let this get out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tightening his grip on Blake’s hair, Myles had a cold stone face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Um...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes twitched as he immediately released his hair, caressing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just why, why did the darkness around him feel lighter than usual?\u003C\u002Fp>",1761,"2026-06-06T13:58:10.545Z",1,"novelbin.me","008b6e65aff92784df6f8a490e9beb79df04a8e5e65ccf79095cf2b1750bc755","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-98","system-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-chapter-96",121,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsystem-mission-seduce-the-final-boss-bl-cover.jpg"]