The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 163: P-Please... Make Me Your Girlfriend... I... I Love You for Real...

Chapter 163: P-Please... Make Me Your Girlfriend... I... I Love You for Real...

"Don’t worry, I will come back to you soon," I said softly over my shoulder as I started to step away from the towering purple blooms.

But something suddenly grabbed my left arm with surprising force and shoved me back abruptly into the hidden space.

Gyahh!! I felt like a plastic bottle being casually crumpled in their grip!

And it was Clay’s hand—small but totally iron-strong—clamping down on me with no give whatsoever.

Before I could even process it, she had pushed my back firmly against the soft, velvety wall of petals behind me in what was unmistakably a classic Wall Slam...

Except she was only as tall as my waist, so the dramatic effect was completely undermined;

Instead of looming over me, she had to tilt her head way back just to look up at my face, her violet eyes wide and determined despite the height difference.

And damn... because of our positions, I could feel the warm puff of her quick, nervous breaths brushing directly against my crotch through the thin fabric of my pants.

"B... Benjamin!!"

"Yes!"

I suddenly replied to Clay’s loud, almost desperate call, my voice jumping higher than intended from the sheer surprise.

Why was she shouting like that?

And why was she fidgeting so much—her free hand clenching and unclenching at her side, wings buzzing faintly, thighs pressing together as though she were fighting some internal battle?

And crap! This girl was very strong!

No matter how I twisted, I was finding it genuinely hard to move her hand even an inch from where it gripped my left arm—her fingers like a velvet-covered vice, small but unyielding.

{Answer: Clay is using magic to bolster her physical strength. And she appears more adept at doing it than the braided individual Master fought yesterday.}

[Really? So well done that I can’t even feel the weaving of magic inside her body? Doesn’t that take an abnormal level of focus?]

{It indeed does, as expected of the strongest fairy... However, she is still levels below Master in overall power!}

Sys sounded strangely smug about that last part, her tone carrying a boastful and almost proud little lilt that made me blink internally.

Then a neat block of information about Clay suddenly appeared in my mind, the data filling in my mind like a stream.

{Name: Clay}

{Race: Fairy}

{Magic Level: 1000/2000}

{Strength Level: 40/2000}

{Endurance: 1200/2000}

{All together, the individual Clay has a Common Cosmic Value of 2240.}

YELP!

That’s even more than Roselyn! This small girl?!

Back to the present moment, she was still struggling to get the words out, her small hands constantly rising to press against her chest as though trying to physically hold her racing heart in place...

Like she was terrified of whatever she was about to say.

Was she being bullied and wanted to tell me about it?

Okay, that was obviously a terrible joke.

I couldn’t even imagine this person—someone who could casually pin me against a wall of flowers with one hand—being on the receiving end of bullying.

"About..." She began again, clenching her fists tightly at her sides until her knuckles turned white, "About your h-harem!! I was serious when I said... I wanted to join..."

Huh?!

What did she mean my harem?! Is it an exclusive club now?

And why was she suddenly being weirdly meta about it, like she had read the genre tag on my novel?

"Wh-what?" I felt heat rushing straight to my face and ears in a burning wave, "And why are you even assuming I have a harem?"

She looked up at me then, while tilting her small chin so those big violet irises could lock onto mine. So cute.

They were like twin deep purple oceans caught in the soft glow of the forest light, shimmering with nervous determination, framed by long, dark lashes that trembled ever so slightly with each blink.

Her cheeks were flushed a perfect, rosy peach that spread all the way to the tips of her pointed ears, making her look impossibly delicate and doll-like.

A few stray strands of her straight hair had fallen forward to brush against her flushed skin, and her small mouth—pink and slightly parted—was trembling just enough to show the tiniest glimpse of white teeth.

The way her wings quivered behind her in tiny, helpless flutters only amplified the effect;

She looked like the living embodiment of every heart-attack-inducing rom-com confession scene ever drawn—big sparkling eyes, blushing face, fidgeting hands, the whole package dialed up to maximum moe overload.

"Why...? But Benjamin is so popular with the ladies."

As my heart skipped a full beat—actually skipped, like it forgot how to rhythm for a second—Clay continued, absolutely butchering me with every word. With a very serious face;

"Your blue eyes are... like a rare gemstone anyone would want to look at forever, so captivating and beautiful.

"Your faintly brown hair was so silky, I only restrained myself earlier from sniffing and kissing it.

"Your face... Ah, your face is like a fantasy dream. Are you male? Are you female? I can’t tell. You’re just you, Benjamin Mark.

"Any woman who does the mistake of looking at you twice will notice all these and would want you. So you must have a whole lot of ladies at your beck and call, no? I w-wanted to be part of them too."

"SH-SH-SHUT UP!!" I ended up shrieking from the sheer embarrassment and flattery she was layering on me like whipped cream on a sundae.

What’s even happening right now?! How I’m I supposed to be reacting?

No! Anymore and I’d collapse from it; such a pretty girl praising me like that... How otherworldly indeed.

Ah, but it seems she took my shout the wrong way; her lower lip started to quiver, and she was sniffing now—small, wet sniffles that made her shoulders hitch.

Her big violet eyes instantly filled with glassy tears that clung to her lashes like dew, threatening to spill over any second.

She looked so small and wounded in that moment that guilt hit me like a brick.

"Ah, hey, I didn’t mean to—"

Huh?!

She suddenly flew straight at me in a blur of wings and black fabric, slamming into my torso and wrapping both arms around my waist in a tight, desperate embrace.

Her head barely reached my stomach, so her cheek pressed flat against my tunic as she buried her face there.

"No! I refuse to take no for an answer!" she declared muffled into the fabric, voice cracking with emotion. "I... I know you must like bigger women who are voluptuous and have more figure than my small self... But... I swear I’ll be the first fairy that grows up!!"

She pulled back just enough to raise her head and look up at me again—tears now openly welling at the corners of those enormous violet eyes, one fat droplet finally breaking free and sliding down her flushed cheek.

"P-Please... make me your girlfriend... I... I love you for real..."

K... Kyaahhhhh!!!

I was told "I love you" by a cute literal fairy!!

I feel so blessed!