System Mission: Seduce the Final Boss [BL]-Chapter 66: Using myself again, it seems

Of course, Blake knew the saying.

Curiosity killed the cat.

It had been repeated so often it almost lost meaning, but not entirely. Not when moments like this came.

Still, he wasn’t a cat anymore.

’And it’s not as if I can avoid it...’

From Myles’ perspective, Trail-X was the obstacle anyway, so rules like that didn’t quite apply to Blake, who had to avoid the worst case scenario.

"I’ll sneak for my lover," he murmured under his breath, straightly walking towards the bathroom.

It truly wasn’t such an unexpected outcome.

If anything, it was almost predictable.

’The hero,’ Blake thought as he stepped further in, footsteps light, careful. ’In most stories, he assumes he’s alone when he’s in a public space like this. And because of that, he talks freely. Like no one could possibly be listening.’

Maybe this is one of those moments.

And, sure enough, there was a low, quiet voice coming from one of the stalls.

"As you said..."

Blake didn’t hesitate.

He slipped into the stall beside it, locking the door behind him with a soft click before pressing himself closer to the thin plastic divider. Slowly, he leaned in, resting his ear against it.

The material was cheap, too thin to block everything.

"...is he? I wouldn’t have thought, he’s nothing like I imagined."

Blake frowned slightly.

The words came through in fragments, pieces of a sentence, then nothing, then another piece.

It was not continuous, so, not enough.

His fingers curled against his knee, frustration flickering under his skin.

Asher was speaking way too quietly, and he strained to listen, holding his breath without realizing it.

"...yes... also helping me with this... as usual..."

’Helping him?’

Blake’s brows knit together as he bit his lip.

’Does he also have a hero party or something? With what are they helping?!’

"Goodbye, Master."

Click.

The stall door opened.

Blake froze.

Calmly and unhurriedly, the hero walked god out of there.

...

Only then did Blake pull back, exhaling slowly as the tension drained from his shoulders.

"...Right," he muttered under his breath.

He unlocked his stall but didn’t step out immediately. Instead, he leaned back against the door, one hand coming up to his chin as he tilted his head slightly, thoughts already spiraling.

That confirms it.

Asher.

And...

’Master.’

Blake let out a quiet sigh, dragging his hand down over his face before pushing the stall door open and stepping out into the empty bathroom.

Now that he was alone, he could think properly.

He moved toward the sinks but didn’t turn them on, instead bracing his hands lightly against the edge as he stared at his reflection.

Asher and Myles.

From everything he remembered, from the forums, the discussions, the endless threads dissecting every detail of the story...

They weren’t supposed to meet.

Not like this and just not at all.

Myles had always been distant and untouchable. A presence revealed only at the very end as the master mind amongst many other villains.

The final boss.

And Asher was supposed to be shocked.

"Someone my age could do this?"—that had been the reaction people quoted over and over again.

Blake could still vaguely recall it.

Or at least, what he thought he recalled.

His memory wasn’t perfect, after all.

But still, he knew this wasn’t right.

’So, if they never met...’ he sighed softly, eyes narrowing slightly at his own reflection, ’then something had to cause it.’

How disgusting.

"...Me.’

There was really no hesitation in that conclusion.

If the timeline had shifted, if characters who weren’t supposed to cross paths were now standing face to face, then the variable wasn’t them.

It was him.

Blake’s fingers tightened slightly against the sink.

Fine. That part, he could accept.

What mattered more was the rest.

"...Master," he repeated quietly.

The word sat heavy on his tongue.

It wasn’t a casual title. Not something you threw around lightly.

And there was only one person it could point to.

Alfred Hicth.

Blake’s expression darkened slightly.

He had already met him twice, and both times had been off from both perspectives, probably.

"...So it’s you," he whispered.

A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"That figures."

Why?

Was Alfred completely suspicious of him now?

Or was this about Myles?

Blake’s jaw tightened.

Because if it was the latter, then this wasn’t just a deviation, but a complete disaster.

Alfred Hicth wasn’t supposed to live.

That much Blake was sure of.

He didn’t know when it would happen. Or where. Or how.

Only that Alfred was meant to die.

And it was before everything unraveled.

Much before Myles was revealed.

Which meant, if Asher was already reporting to him and if Alfred was already moving pieces around...

If, somehow, Myles became a target this early...

Blake’s breath hitched slightly.

’No.’

He pushed away from the sink, pacing once across the narrow space before stopping abruptly.

His hand came up, covering his mouth as he dropped into a crouch, knees hitting the tiled floor with a dull sound.

His thoughts were moving too fast.

Too many possibilities, each worse than the last.

’If they start suspecting Myles now...’

He squeezed his eyes shut.

’It’s over.’

There was no way he could control the consequences.

Everything would collapse before it even had the chance to take shape.

’Myles...’

Blake’s fingers curled slightly against his sleeve.

He couldn’t let that happen no matter what.

"I just need to redirect it," he murmured against his hand, voice low, almost steady again despite the tension coiled in his chest.

It was simple, in theory.

Suspicion can never completely disappear, but it can be shifted and latched onto something else.

Someone else.

Blake lowered his hand slowly, exhaling through his nose as his gaze unfocused slightly.

"...Right."

A quiet, almost thoughtful hum escaped him.

"If he needs something to look at..."

His lips curved faintly, it was not quite a smile.

"Then I’ll just give him something better. And what better bait..."

Blake pushed himself up from the floor, brushing off his uniform absentmindedly as he turned toward the door.

"...than me?"