Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 84: I Don’t Care About Tina Anymore

"Lyla, Yana… alright, enough—stop messing around. She didn’t mean it."

Ryan jumped in shock and quickly stepped between the two.

Lyla had already been crying, and after that slap her pouting lips made her look even more pitiful—an appearance that tugged at the heart.

She immediately threw herself into Ryan’s embrace, sobbing sweetly, "It’s not Yana’s fault, she hit me because I deserved it… it’s all my fault; otherwise, Brother Ryan wouldn’t have gotten hurt."

Yana’s eyes were brimming with tears as she added, "I’m sorry, Brother Ryan. Every time I think about you getting hurt, I just can’t control myself."

She bit her lip and apologized alongside Lyla before also collapsing into Ryan’s other arm.

Through her tearful sobs, Lyla pleaded pitifully, "It’s not Yana’s fault—it really is my fault; she was just overreacting out of concern…"

Weston and Jacob stared dumbfounded. What kind of hellish scene was unfolding here—a bizarre tableau from a twisted world?

They wondered how, without being drunk or on drugs, such a delusion could appear with their humble, sycophantic roommate.

On one side was the campus-beauty-level little cutie, Lyla; on the other, the campus belle acclaimed as the top dream girl among men, Yana.

Now, with both girls weeping pitifully, Ryan held them in his arms and comforted them incessantly. His awkward words made him seem rather flustered.

Despite the warmth of his embrace holding them close as if they were soft, precious thing his face bore a rushed, helpless smile.

Weston and Jacob exchanged glances and quietly slipped away; this was no time for gawking, for in this moment the world they knew seemed completely alien.

"Alright, stop crying already—I’m not dead," Ryan said.

After soothing them for a while, Ryan—rarely one to lose his patience—noticed that the two cunning girls had reached an impasse and quickly wiped away their tears.

"I’m hungry. Let’s go eat—I’m heading out first!"

Both girls still had red, tear-stained eyes. If they left the boys’ dorm now, who knew what messy rumors might arise?

Later, after Ryan even exacted his revenge by thoroughly beating Henry, he still felt pretty good—except for one thing: he’d run out of attribute points.

But that didn’t matter. Yana’s favorability was at 95, and Lyla’s was already at 92. Now was the time to invest more in them—boost their favorability even higher. Ninety-five was just the passing mark; the higher the number, the richer the rewards.

Ryan waited at the school gate, occasionally noticing passersby pointing and whispering…

Suddenly, a white BMW pulled up in front, slamming on its brakes and nearly colliding with Ryan, enough to startle him even if it hadn’t made contact.

The passenger window rolled down, revealing someone with a conflicted expression, a mix of guilt and a hint of jealousy—Tina.

In the driver’s seat, Kaiden gripped the steering wheel with a look of disdain and said, "Oh, waiting for a ride, huh? Why don’t you bring out that Ferrari of yours?"

Ryan glanced over; Tina turned her head away and shot him a sullen look.

That attitude delighted Kaiden, who immediately mocked, "You little bastard, just wait. I don’t know how you’re getting them to go along with your act, but I’m definitely going to expose your true colors as a poor bastard."

With that, he floored the accelerator and sped off.

In the past, Ryan would have panicked at the sight of her with another man, but now perhaps because their bond wasn’t officially defined or because he’d already savored those enticing tastes, he felt no stir of jealousy at all.

Logically, to boost favorability, the girls should be kept apart; they shouldn’t be seen together in the dorm in such a confrontational display.

But once they had composed themselves, they arrived one after the other. Though they didn’t speak to each other, there was no palpable tension.

Poor Ryan—just a week ago he was a virgin, and now he was forced to navigate such a hellish scene without any experience.

Yet, being shameless and invincible, his scalp went numb for a moment before he said, "Let’s grab a ride. Young Master Yammir said that some of the interior accessories have arrived, and he wants you to come over and choose a style."

At that, Yana’s face lit up with delight, while Lyla looked pensive, an uncontrollable sourness welling up inside her.

They hailed a car and arrived at the Luxury Car Club. On the spacious first floor, the Ferrari SF90 was showcased in the most prominent position.

As soon as she entered, Yana sweetly wrapped her arms around Ryan’s arm, admiring the top-tier luxury car under the bright spotlights that promised to be hers.

Not to be outdone, Lyla clutched the other of Ryan’s arms, pressing herself close as she eagerly surveyed the dazzling array of beautiful luxury cars.

Yammir was chatting casually with his mentor. At the sight of this scene, he immediately gave an approving thumbs-up and said, "Now that’s our Ryan—truly a boss. What happened to your face?"

Ryan touched his face and shook his head. "I got into a fight."

Yammir’s expression turned serious as he said, "Are you kidding me? At our level, you still have to handle fights on your own?"

"Which guy? I’ll have someone deal with him. If that doesn’t settle it, I can always arrange a car accident for him…" Ryan replied.

"No need—I’ll handle it myself," Ryan added with a wry smile.

Ryan then asked, "Have the car’s interior accessories arrived yet?"

Yammir nodded and said, "They have. Ms. Yana, please come over here to make your selection."

Ryan grinned and said, "Yana, you pick for yourself; the two of us will just browse around."

"Alright!" Yana agreed.

Although Yana didn’t want to give the two some time alone, she knew it was inevitable—there was no need to be jealous over such trivial matters. After a brief word, she left with Yammir to choose the interior, while Ryan took Lyla for a stroll before heading up to the second floor.

After ordering two glasses of VXOP from the bartender, Ryan led Lyla to a secluded corner sofa.

"I’m sorry, Brother Ryan—it’s all my fault… please forgive me," Lyla pleaded.

Seeing that no one was around, Lyla immediately nestled into Ryan’s arms, sitting on his lap with both arms wrapped around him.

Like a pitiful little kitten, she kissed the bruises on Ryan’s face, her soft, delicate hands making playful, teasing gestures.

"Next time, don’t use this trick again!" Ryan chided softly.

He didn’t really blame her; he simply said, "I just want to keep a low profile at school. I don’t want to become some kind of notorious figure."

That was precisely why Lyla didn’t fight back when she was slapped both because Ryan had indeed been hurt and because her outburst went against Brother Ryan’s wish for a quiet life.

Yana had guessed her thoughts exactly, and indeed, that slap had sobered her up.

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"I understand now. I promise I won’t ever do it again, Brother Ryan. Please, let me apologize to you right now," Lyla said as she obediently reached out to help remove Ryan’s trousers.

She knelt on the sofa, bowed her head, and began tenderly kissing his still-softened manhood repeatedly.

With a gentle, delicate little tongue, she started to softly lick him, her light moans adding to the undeniably provocative atmosphere.