I’m gonna be totally honest with you here. For the month that I’ve been in this world, I’ve only been looking at Eliza. That’s why I didn’t notice before.

I seem to no longer find any other girls attractive.

I don’t mean in a ‘Oh she’s cute but can’t compare to Eliza’ type of way. I mean I straight up can’t seem to find a good point on anybody else other than Eliza.

I know that in my past life, Eliza was basically the only person I would look at. That doesn’t mean I didn’t acknowledge that some other girls were cute or pretty. Of course, none of them actually could compare to Eliza, but that’s besides the point - and should be obvious anyways.

That’s why I’m currently wandering the hallways, and secretly looking at the people that I pass. I’ve been putting them on a scale from 1-10. 5 being average, 10 being beautiful, and 1 being ugly.

There’s just one problem with that though.

As I pass another maid, I casually scan her form up and down, and take a good look at her face.

5/10

And there it is. The problem.

So far, I’ve rated everyone at a 5/10.

I’m trying not to, I swear! However, I’m also trying to be truthful, otherwise this would have no meaning, and the simple fact is that I really can’t seem to find anyone other than Eliza attractive.

The only reason I’m even rating them as a five is because it means they’re average or not special.

I know that this is probably a good indicator of just how much I love Eliza, but it still slightly irks me. I can feel that if I were to use my X-ray vision spell to look through the clothes of all the women in the castle, my body still wouldn’t react. That’s just unnatural I tell you!

Not that this is a particularly terrible problem, to be honest. It’s not like I would ever want to cheat - ignore the fact that we are not actually dating in this lifetime - on Eliza in the first place. I just think it’s interesting that even my natural, biological reactions as a man are being circumvented because of my love.

Although I suppose my love for Eliza has already transcended what’s normal considering the fact that I have the skill .

That skill still won’t stop me from experimenting a little bit with my body’s reaction.

That’s why I’m currently sitting in on today’s practice. I usually skip it because they have nothing to teach me, and because nobody will stop me. Those are the benefits of showing off a little bit, although I suppose a ‘little bit’ to me is more than enough to scare most people off.

I had to carefully plan out when I would sit in on practice for one simple reason.

Pierre.

That madman seems to have figured out that I usually just follow Eliza around in my freetime. My has saved me from a confrontation with him more than once.

Today, however, is different. Pierre is out of the castle for some stupid noble duty. Conveniently enough, Eliza also has some weird meeting with the other maids. I don’t really know what it’s about, but it doesn’t really concern me in the first place.I don’t really have anything to do when she’s not around in the first place…

I need to get a hobby.

At the training area, everyone’s getting a good workout in. Of course, that only applies to those with physical-oriented skills. The magic-based heroes are working hard in their own way, learning different spells and testing them out.

This doesn’t change the fact that the physical fighters are the more eye-catching of the two groups.

The guys are wearing shorts, and they have their shirts off, completely exposing their upper bodies. None of them are particularly shy about it, considering the fact that their strength stat has made them look like they’ve been going to the gym every day of their life for intense workouts.

The girls are wearing what looks like short shorts and sports bras. It’s so they can move around with a negligible level of discomfort. It allows their bodies to get used to the movement in preparation for when they really put on their heavier gear.

This also means it’s the perfect chance to check out girls who’re in the bare minimum of training gear.

At least, that’s how some random pervert would see it. To be honest, I don’t really see how it’s all that appealing. I’m sure I understood it in my past life before I came to this world.

I can understand it logically, but getting it emotionally is different. I know that most normal men would be relishing in the scene of multiple high school girls showing lots of skin, but I can’t really see the appeal when they aren’t Eliza.

Actually, by imagining that Eliza is taking their place, I can somewhat understand. Reminding myself that I’m not with Eliza right now has kinda made me a little sad though, so I’ll just focus on what I was doing before.

Before I could actually get back into it, a figure came up to me.

Kaitlyn, the girl with the skill. She was somehow wearing even less than the rest of the girls. It’s odd, considering she no doubt would have had to work quite a while to trim her gear down to what it is now. The fact that she put that much effort into showing more skin is a little amazing. It’s really not hiding anything except the more important parts, though.

I can almost see her entire breast, for instance. Also, her ‘shorts’ are bordering on underwear status.

Judging from the stares of the other guys who’re training, I can tell they’ve noticed it as well. Of course, they all seem more excited about it than I am.

Kaitlyn seems to have noticed my lackluster reaction to her showing up in front of me, and looks to be a little peeved by it.

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“Hello Mason~.”

She said in an overly flirtatious voice while fluttering her eyelashes. She nonchalantly pulled her bra a little, passing it off as a way to cool down on a hot day. She can’t fool me though. I can tell she’s doing it on purpose from the way her eyes are wandering over me to gauge my reaction.

“Hey.”

I responded without batting an eye. I also didn’t shy away from looking at her, which might be why she’s wearing a slightly triumphant look on her face.

I sighed, I almost feel bad for her. After all, her skill can only get great stats from people who are stronger than her. It’s almost sad that I, who has the highest stats of any human, am physically unable to do it with her. Not that I would want to, but even if I did, I literally wouldn’t be able to get it up.

“I’m kinda tired, I was thinking about relaxing for a bit back in my room, would you like to join me? After all, I’d be terribly lonely all by myself, and you could… keep me company.”

She made a pouty face and said the last part very suggestively. It looks like she thought my staring was enough of a victory to try out her skill on me again.

It’s ineffectiveness hasn’t changed one bit since last time. I figured if anyone could get a reaction out of me, it would be her.

Considering that my body won’t react due to the effects of a skill, it’s only natural that I would need another skill to overcome it.

Even that seems to have been a bust. If anything like that would work, I’d need an even stronger skill to be used against me, but the chances of such a skill even existing are very slim.

Not that it really matters, I just wanted to test the limits of my skill. The conclusion is, no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I will only react to Eliza.

It’s not exactly unexpected, but still good to know, I guess. Just one more thing to spend time on when Eliza’s not available.

I finally decided to answer Kaitlyn’s expectant and confident gaze.

“Nah, I’m good.”

With that, I left quickly.

Well, now that I have my answer, I can go see if Eliza’s done with her meeting. I don’t really have anything to do other than wait for her…

I seriously need to get myself a hobby.

…

Grrrr!!

That stupid man!

How could he not have fallen for my charms!?

If there’s one thing I’ve learned to be confident about, it’s my appearance.

I’ve always lived my life knowing that I’d never be anything particularly spectacular or special. Slightly below average intelligence, physical ability, and social skills.

All that, along with my family’s poor financial state, made it clear to me that I’d never be able to get into a good, or bad, college.

It wasn’t always clear to me when I was younger. I would look at the older, cooler kids who were graduating and going off to college and think, ‘I’m gonna be just like that someday.’

I always thought I’d be able to do it. Go to college, get a good job, and make my parents proud.

The reality is much harsher, I realized when I entered high school. My family was barely able to feed me with my growing body, let alone the fact that I have a brother who’s growing as well.

That’s why I decided to use the one thing I had going for me.

I had always known I was beautiful, and more well-developed than most of my friends, but it was always something I would’ve traded for intelligence without a moment of hesitation. Not that that has changed since then.

When I learned I could make money using my body… well, I just did it. There wasn’t much thinking involved. I knew it was unsavory and something looked down upon, but money was money.

I didn’t really fret too much over it, it was just a way to earn some money for my family which so desperately needs it. They probably knew it as well, considering the worried looks I got when I would hand them money every now and then, but they were in the same situation as me, they understood. Any way to put food on the table every day was accepted as necessary.

I just continued that life for a couple of years.

That is, until I was whisked off into another world.

I have to admit, I’ve never been particularly embarrassed about my ‘job’, but when the first skills I saw were and , I wanted to punch the stupid benevolent look off that god’s face.

I heard that there were skills like , but I didn’t even get that! I seriously wanted to cry for a while there.

After reading the skill description of , I was forced to admit that it was an impressive skill with plenty of potential.

The only problem with it was that if I wanted to become strong quickly, I would have to sleep with people who were much more powerful than me. Sadly, as my stats are all above 1,000 or nearing it, that rules out all of the native humans in the world.

So my choices were narrowed down to my classmates. Of those classmates, less than 10 were guys.

Also, I wouldn’t want to sow bad seeds within the group if I were to just suddenly dump them so I could sleep with someone who had better stats in one area.

The result of my deep pondering was that I would find the strongest guy in the group, and claim him.

At first, I thought it’d be Jason. It was only natural when he took the leadership role so quickly. I might have also been hoping for it a little, as he’s the most good-looking guy in our class.

I was pretty shocked when I found out that the strongest in our group was, without a sliver of a doubt, Mason. I had considered him when he took charge of killing monsters after we were teleported, but I just assumed he was a calm and collected guy.

In class, before the transfer, I had always seen him as that guy with no presence. More accurately, I didn’t see him. He wasn’t in any friend group that I could associate him with. It’s kinda surprising that he could be someone so powerful.

There was no doubting it after he spewed off a variety of skills that was honestly unfair, or when he took down Captain Pierre so effortlessly.

From there, he was my target.

There were a few problems with that, though.

He never comes to training, meaning I don’t get to see him at the one thing that’s a staple in this world.

I took this as a good sign though, after all, it just means he’s really strong.

However, even when I tried to find him outside of training, I only ever saw him walking around with his maid.

I could’ve tried to go for it, but it’s hard to set the mood or tempt him if there’s another girl there, not to mention that it’s a girl he’s close to.

That’s why I’ve tried to cherish these oh so rare moments when I can try my on him.

Therein lies the last, most concerning problem. He shows no reaction at all to .

Just now, he completely ignored my ‘tired and pouty’ routine. I don’t understand it! He was definitely eyeing my breasts without shame just a moment ago, but the moment I offer him a chance to ‘explore more thoroughly’, he leaves without a second thought.

I huffed and stomped after him.

By the time he was in my sights, I was able to calm myself down just enough to not make it obvious I was following him .

There, once again, I saw him standing in the hall talking to his maid.

It’s the only time I see him actually smile. On top of that, it’s not some half-assed ‘I don’t really have to smile but I’m socially obligated to’ smile. It’s this dumb smile like a puppy that’s excitedly greeting it’s owner as they walk through the door.

Not only is it the only time I see him happy, it’s also a time that I see him only being happy. That maid has thrown out jabs that would massacre thinner-skinned men, but Mason always takes them with a laugh and a, albeit softer, comeback.

All he does is smile and be happy when she’s around. Not even a flash of anger or annoyance has flickered over his face even once.

I continued to watch their stupidly cute interactions.

“Eliza, did you always have to clean these halls like this, or did something change when my group came?”

“We used to have other duties too, but now it’s mostly this and taking care of you guys.”

“Is that so… does that mean that if I finish cleaning everything for you, you’ll have to spend more time with me!?”

“I guess? Does it really matter though, all you do is follow me around anyways.”

“Well, ya know, sometimes I just wanna look at you while you’re relaxing.”

Ah, god!

He makes it so obvious that he’s in love!

Eliza, his maid, seems to have realized it as well, and turned away from him. I would say she’s embarrassed, but I can still see her face from here, and she has the same expression as always.

I feel kinda bad for Mason. Throwing his heartfelt feelings out there like that to such an emotionless girl.

Don’t give up, Mason! Your feelings will reach her one day!

Wai - NO! I’m supposed to be seducing him, not rooting for his love life!

“...Well, if we hurry, we could have some extra time together today… just to talk.”

GAH!

She’s so adorable! Mason was able to reach her through her shell of emotionlessness.

I can’t even focus on seducing him when I see Mason acting so happy just because of that one sentence from her.

Just the thought of hanging out with her brings him such happiness! He’s so in love!

They’d make such a cute couple. He’s already so lovey-dovey with her, I can just imagine him holding her tight after they’re an item. Then he’d whisper sweet nothings into her ear, and she would blush, and he’d fall even more in love. Then, when they’ve grown old, he would let her be cranky and angry at him because he thinks that that part of her is adorable as well. Then… Then...

I can feel my resolve to seduce him fading, but I must stay strong.

...Well, I’m sure if I just slept with two or three of the other classmates, I’d be able to get strong enough.

I hear Jake has a really high Intelligence stat. Him and Logan, who is supposed to have high physical stats.

In fact, I’m sure it’s even more efficient that way.

It’s not because I want Mason x Eliza to happen.

I swear it’s not!