Chapter 2: Abs, Escape, and Target Body Mist

Of course I'm a top.

I'd never dated anyone before, but until I met Chase Milton, I was sure I was a top.

So when I snuck Chase Milton out of the hospital and saw that breathtaking face, I was even more convinced I was a top.

But after I took off Chase Milton's jeans and looked...

I changed my mind on the spot. Decided to be a bottom.

With Chase Milton's body, it'd be a crime to waste it.

So for the past year, I worked hard every day, diligently completing intimacy point missions.

Even my abs turned into a solid eight-pack.

Now, facing the system's nosiness, my pride made me puff up my chest: "Of course I'm a top. Someone as manly as me, how could I not be?"

Sure enough, the system exclaimed, "Wow, host, you're the manliest of men! You even made the horror boss a bottom—legendary!"

Ignoring my guilty conscience, I said proudly, "Obviously."

I gave the mirror my best smirk, the kind you'd see in frat house selfies. But inside, I was one nervous wreck.

While gossiping with the system, I hurriedly got dressed, ready to bolt.

I didn't even have time to pack all my stuff from the apartment—just grabbed my suitcase and ran for my life.

The next day, suitcase in tow, I made my escape to the gates of Northlake University.

Even though I'd transmigrated, the system had forged an identity for me in this world, letting me continue as a freshman in my old major—business management.

It told me to relax and study here, and that it had used some special tricks so the boss couldn't smell my scent anymore.

I was shocked. "Wait, you mean he could smell me before?"

The system fell silent.

After a long pause, it admitted sheepishly, "...I just found out too. He almost tracked you down—was already at the university gate... But it's fine, I erased your scent. Just remember to spray more body mist. Before, your cologne was way too strong."

I muttered, "So can I just not go to school?"

System: "Nope. I already paid your tuition, and the rest of the money is on your student card. I'm broke now. Unless you want to sleep on the street?"

I...

Fine.

I went to Target, grabbed the cheapest body mist I could find, and doused myself until I smelled like a middle school locker room after gym class—360 degrees, not a single spot missed.

The Target checkout girl raised an eyebrow, probably thinking I was prepping for a TikTok challenge or something. The scent clung to me so hard, even the squirrels on campus steered clear.

The next day, while gaming in the dorm, the door swung open.

Looks like the last roommate finally arrived.

A guy walked in.

He ducked under the doorway, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, looking like he’d just stepped out of a GQ spread.