Harem Stealing System-Chapter 65 : Unusual group

Miss Mika stared at Eiden for what felt like an eternity. Her eyes were unreadable calm, but sharp, as if peeling back the surface of his skin and peeking into his mind. Eiden stood frozen, mentally sweating bullets, his heart thumping against his chest like a prisoner rattling the bars. His thoughts spiraled. Did she suspect something?Don’t tell she found out im his son ? Or did i resembled dad too much that she feels something ofd about me .

Then, just as suddenly as she had stopped, she broke eye contact and turned away. Without a word, she walked toward the faculty office, her heels making a clean, precise rhythm on the hallway floor.

Eiden waited until she was completely out of sight before exhaling the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. That stare had felt like a loaded gun pressed against his forehead. He stood there a moment longer, trying to process the tension. Eventually, he shook his head and muttered, "Nope, not thinking about that," to himself, brushing off the whole thing.

There were no answers to be found in overthinking. Not yet, anyway. So, he decided to shelve the confusion and paranoia somewhere deep in his mental attic, lock the door, and throw the key under a pile of "deal with later." Whatever that was about, he’d just avoid her for the next ten years. For now, he went back to doing what he could control laughing it off with the boys. Talking nonsense, teasing each other,

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, an unusual yet strangely mesmerizing combination of girls sat around a corner table. Lyra. Linda. Crysty. And Sasha. It was a group that most people wouldn’t expect to see together. Not because they had any personal drama at least not publicly but simply because their personalities didn’t naturally overlap. Still, seeing them together didn’t look unnatural. In fact, it was the opposite.

The table they occupied had become a small spectacle. Each girl brought her own type of presence to the group, forming an odd yet elegant balance. Sasha sat with a composed posture and calm elegance, exuding the aura of a princess born into confidence. Her smiles were soft but deliberate, her words carefully chosen yet warm. There was something regal about the way she carried herself as if she’d been raised to rule over a quiet kingdom of logic and grace.

Crysty, sitting diagonally from her, leaned back slightly in her seat, arms crossed as she sipped her juice. She didn’t speak much, but her words, when they came, were layered with a mature insight that made her seem older than the rest. A calm, poised, beautiful woman like a heroine from a university drama.

Then there was Lyra, hunched slightly forward, fingers clinging to the hem of her sleeve. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant when she spoke, but her eyes sparkled every time someone paid attention to her. The shyness made her more adorable, her cuteness accentuated by the way her hair curled slightly around her cheeks. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

And finally, Linda, effortlessly eye-catching. She had the aura of someone used to being looked at model-like in confidence and allure. Dressed fashionably even in uniform, with a gaze that felt both curious and just slightly playful, she looked like she belonged on a magazine cover rather than a cafeteria bench.

Together, they looked like characters from different genres who’d been thrown into the same scene but somehow, the chemistry worked. Each one highlighting what the other lacked, creating a tableau of balanced femininity. They talked about typical things shoes, gossip, food but there was a strange energy beneath the surface.

Sasha, in particular, behaved unusually. She was especially talkative toward Lyra. Offering her snacks, asking her follow-up questions, making an effort to keep her in the conversation. It wasn’t aggressive, just... gentle, persistent. As if she had suddenly decided to break down a wall that had been standing between them for a long time.

Crysty noticed. She had known Sasha longer than any of them, and Sasha’s behavior today was subtly out of character. Not in a bad way, but definitely odd. Sasha was usually selective with her attention. She didn’t dislike Lyra, but she had never tried to befriend her either. Today, though? She was leaning in, smiling more, sharing stories like she genuinely wanted to connect.

Why now? Crysty wondered silently, her eyes narrowing just a bit. She didn’t interrupt, just observed. Linda, on the other hand, remained blissfully unaware. She didn’t know Sasha well enough to notice any behavioral oddities. To her, Sasha’s warmth seemed like a pleasant surprise an opportunity. So she went along with it, engaging the princess-like girl in small talk. The approachable energy Sasha was radiating felt genuine to her. Linda even felt comfortable enough to crack a few jokes, and to her satisfaction, Sasha laughed.

From afar, Eiden had taken a glance and instantly noticed the unlikely fusion at the cafeteria table. All of them in one place. It felt like the College had accidentally spawned a harem meeting. He blinked. "Nope," he said internally. "Not gonna touch that. Keeping it chill today."

He returned his attention to the boys, focusing instead on the simple, comfortable chaos of guy talk. Of course, Deuel sitting across from him wasn’t quite as composed.

From time to time, Deuel stole glances toward the group of girls. Or rather, toward one girl in particular. Sasha. He watched her laugh softly, watched how her hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He wasn’t drooling or anything obvious, but his gaze lingered in a way that made his thoughts apparent. John, next to him, followed his gaze for a moment and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t say anything though maybe because he too understood the pull. Sasha had that kind of beauty. That kind of calm that made you want to sit a little closer.

Petter and Harry, on the other hand, were oblivious. They had their backs turned to the girls and were deeply invested in whatever random argument they were having something about which manga deserved a live-action adaptation. Eventually, lunch ended, and everyone returned to their respective classes.

This time, Eiden’s schedule aligned with Linda and Harry placing the three of them in the same classroom. It was something that happened from time to time, but today it carried a different weight. Before, Eiden had known Linda from afar. A beautiful girl, popular and unattainable. But now? They had Shared moments.and so w history , Words that couldn’t be taken back. Their connection was complicated, and it was still unfolding.

As he stepped into the classroom, Eiden’s eyes scanned automatically and landed on her. Linda saw him almost at the same time and offered a small, elegant smile. He responded with a brief nod. No words were exchanged. But in that second, an entire unspoken Chapter flickered between them.

Linda, despite her earlier mistakes the misjudgment, the misreading hadn’t backed off. If anything, she looked more determined now. There was something in her gaze that suggested curiosity. Calculation. Like she was still trying to solve the riddle that was Eiden.

Harry, sitting beside him, was flipping through his notebook, ready to ask something about their group project. But before he could open his mouth, he caught the brief visual exchange between Eiden and Linda. He froze.

Linda smiling? Eiden nodding? Since when were they...?

Harry tilted his head slightly, squinting. His thoughts spun for a moment. Then he yawned. "Meh. Not my business," he decided. Thinking required energy, and right now, he had none to spare. The classroom quieted as the professor entered, holding a tablet in one hand and a few papers in the other.

He walked to the podium and cleared his throat. "Alright. First things first your group project results are out." The moment he said it, the air shifted. Chairs shuffled. Conversations died. Attention snapped into place. Eiden straightened his posture, his heartbeat ticking up a notch. He wasn’t excited. He was calculating. I’m screwed, he thought. This is gonna be a disaster. Because the truth was... Their group project was absolute dog shit And worst of all?

It was entirely his fault.