Harem Stealing System

Arin and the buffed guy walked briskly to a black limousine parked just around the corner. Without wasting time, the man opened the back door and gently tossed Ruel's unconscious body into the back seat. He then moved to the front and opened the passenger door for Arin. She slid in calmly, seating herself next to the driver's seat with a composed expression. After ensuring she was settled, the man sat in the driver's position and started the engine.

As the car rolled forward through the road, Arin glanced up at the rearview mirror. The reflection showed Ruel's unconscious body sprawled on the back seat, his head slightly tilted and hair ruffled from the struggle. She adjusted her gaze and asked with a touch of concern in her voice, "Do you think Ruel would not find out about your disguise? Since you were fighting him directly, there is a chance he might have seen your wig shift or something suspicious."

The buffed guy kept his eyes on the road and shook his head with certainty. "I made sure to keep my movements minimal during the fight. I didn't do anything that would cause the disguise to falter. He would not have noticed anything strange."

Arin did not immediately respond. Her eyes flickered back to the mirror, where Ruel remained unconscious and motionless. After a brief silence, she asked, "How long will he stay unconscious?" Her voice was low but steady, as if she was calculating something in her head.

The man responded with practiced confidence, "He will be out for at least ten to fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer if his system is more sensitive." They did not speak further after that, letting the hum of the engine fill the silence. Approximately seven minutes later, the limousine came to a halt outside an abandoned building. The location was remote and surrounded by silence, a forgotten place tucked far from where people typically passed by.

Without saying anything, the man stepped out and walked around the car. He opened the back door, then carefully picked up Ruel's body and threw him over his shoulder. With practiced ease, he carried him into the building, climbing five flights of stairs without pausing. On reaching the top floor, he gently lowered Ruel onto the dusty floor. Before leaving, he blindfolded Ruel tightly, making sure it was secure. The man then turned and made his way back down, exiting the building. Arin was already waiting in the car, watching silently. They drove off moments later.

About five minutes after they left, Ruel began to stir. His fingers twitched first, then his brows furrowed as he realized something was off. He reached up instinctively and felt cloth over his eyes. His hands, thankfully, were not tied. He grabbed the blindfold and yanked it off roughly. The sudden influx of dim light caused him to squint. As his vision adjusted, he immediately jumped to his feet, getting into a defensive stance with his arms up and eyes darting around the large, vacant room.

There was no one. No noise. Just the distant creaks of old metal. Ruel slowly relaxed his stance but remained cautious. The place looked like an unfinished construction site, with rusted beams and broken tiles scattered across the floor. Dust floated lazily in the air, disturbed only by his movements. He scanned every corner, alert for any signs of movement. After confirming he was alone, he made his way down the stairwell, still on high alert. Each floor echoed with his steps, but nothing else moved. Once outside, he found himself on an unfamiliar street, desolate and eerily quiet.

He instinctively reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, hoping to contact someone or at least use the GPS. But his heart sank the moment he pulled out the device. It was broken in two, snapped clean at the hinge, as if crushed deliberately. His grip tightened, and in a fit of anger, he hurled the shattered pieces onto the ground with a growl. His breath grew heavier, and he quickly searched his pockets. His wallet was gone too. Whoever had taken him had cleaned him out.

Ruel clenched his jaw and kicked a loose rock across the street. It bounced once and skidded to the side. "Fcckkkk," he growled loudly, his voice echoing off the abandoned buildings. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to recall the details of the fight. Images flashed through his mind, blurred and hazy. A tall figure. Strong. But he could not identify the person. No matter how much he tried, the face remained elusive.

He started walking aimlessly, hoping to reach somewhere recognizable. After about twenty minutes of wandering through cracked roads and barren intersections, he finally saw movement in the distance. His pace quickened. As he approached, he saw two high schoolers walking down the street, both wearing uniforms. One was of average build and looked like your everyday student. The other was noticeably bigger for a high schooler, but still not as large as Ruel himself.

Without explanation or hesitation, Ruel marched straight toward them and spoke in a commanding tone. "Give me your phone," he said, raising his hand, not bothering to sugarcoat his demand. The larger student squinted and asked, "Why?" in a confused tone. Ruel's face contorted with frustration as he growled, "Do not mess with me right now. Just hand over a phone." The student hesitated and finally replied, "No."

That was the wrong answer. Ruel lost it. He threw a punch before the student could react properly. The hit landed squarely, sending the boy stumbling back and falling to the ground. The other, more normal-looking student, stood frozen in shock. After a second, he shakily pulled out his phone and extended it toward Ruel without a word. Ruel snatched it without thanks and walked away without looking back. The student who had just been hit groaned as his friend helped him up. "Are you okay?" the boy asked, concerned. "I am fine, Danny," the larger boy replied, rubbing his jaw.

Ruel opened the phone and quickly navigated to the call screen. But as he stood there, thumb hovering, he realized something terrifying. He did not remember anyone's number. Not a single contact. Everything was saved in his own phone. The frustration built again. With an angry yell, he kicked the borrowed phone across the pavement. It shattered upon impact, scattering pieces everywhere. Not looking back, he started walking again, heading toward the distant silhouette of the city.

After another fifteen minutes of walking, he finally entered the more populated part of the city. People bustled about, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside him. He scanned every face, hoping for something, anything familiar. That was when he saw one of his old friends casually walking across the street. Ruel's face brightened with grim resolve as he stormed toward him. "Give me your keys," he said bluntly. The friend blinked in surprise and asked, "Ruel?" confusion written all over his face. But when he took a closer look at Ruel's face, which was twisted in fury and radiated a violent tension, he swallowed nervously and handed over the keys without protest.

Ruel grabbed the keys, did not say a word, and immediately walked to the nearest parked vehicle. Without hesitation, he started the engine and drove off into the city, his mind a mixture of chaos, fury, and confusion.

Meanwhile, far away from the escalating storm Ruel was about to cause, Arin stepped out of the black vehicle. Her heels clicked softly against the ground as she turned to look at the buffed guy standing beside her. He removed his wig and wiped off part of the light makeup he had used to alter his face. The transformation was striking. Without the disguise, he looked almost like a different person.

He turned to her with a serious expression and asked, "Will you keep your promise?" His tone was direct, but there was a subtle hint of uncertainty behind his words. Arin nodded with confidence. "I will put in a good word about you to him. You have my word," she said calmly. The man nodded silently in acknowledgment. He got back into the car and began to drive away.

Arin stood in place, watching the vehicle shrink in the distance. Her eyes followed it until it disappeared around a corner. Only then did she lower her gaze. Without another word, she turned and walked back toward her house.