Returner Fantasy-Chapter 143: Archive - Part 3
The post-party for Veena’s 18th birthday ended peacefully—except for Veena, who cried when Nubia caught her and dragged her away, then begged Jeff to let her sleep at his apartment instead of Nubia’s so they could continue their intimacy.
Jeff, meanwhile, just waved goodnight to Veena, then went back to his apartment—not to sleep yet, but to think about Quest 26, or more specifically, its reward.
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[RETURNER FANTASY SYSTEM]
[Quest 26 – FGH Archive]
[Reward – Returner Fantasy System Update]
[Objective – Access and obtain the FGH Archive]
[Countdown – 64 hours]
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Maybe it was because he had failed a Quest, or perhaps he was finally able to reconcile and get intimate with Jess, Nubia, and Veena. Whatever the reason was, Jeff could only hope that the update to the Returner Fantasy System would still be in his favor.
With that thought, Jeff slowly drifted to sleep—not on the bed, but on the sofa where he used to sleep when he was still sharing the apartment with Kris and Marc.
By early morning:
Nubia still didn’t let Veena escape her grasp.
Since they had the same course in the Business Administration College, Nubia accompanied Veena to her classes—not only to prevent her from clinging too much to Jeff, but mostly because she noticed that Veena wasn’t taking her classes seriously.
In Jeff’s defense, Veena was actually smart—but only when she wanted or needed to be.
Leaving Veena to Nubia’s care, Jeff headed to his first class in the morning.
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"Did either of you order what we talked about last night?" Jeff asked as he sat behind Kris and Marc inside the classroom.
Kris and Marc looked over their shoulders at the same time, giving Jeff the same disgusted expression and the exact same response.
—"Why don’t you order it instead?"—
"If I could, then I wouldn’t have asked both of you in the first place," Jeff said, mirroring Kris and Marc’s disgusted faces.
—"And why would you think we could?"—
As for what they were talking about, it involved something a man would be mortified to order—even if the contents of the package would be hidden by the seller from the delivery company:
An automatic dildo—one that was connected to a biometric smartwatch. Two exactly for what they needed, or maybe three so they’d have a spare for emergencies.
As for what they would use the dildo for, Kris, Marc, and even Jeff decided to push the thought out of their minds in disgust.
Jeff had, of course, asked Nubia the night before when he first explained his plan—if she could be the one to order it—but with how weak Nubia was to lewd and naughty things, his question earned him a barrage of elbow jabs to the gut.
"Doesn’t one of your girlfriends have one?" Jeff asked, thinking of another way to avoid ordering it himself, since he was the one who came up with the plan in the first place.
However, his idiotic question would surely offend any man with a girlfriend—especially those who held the title of Harem Lord, like Kris and Marc.
"Don’t drag my girlfriends into such a stupid conversation, you stupid pervert!"
"Do you think I’m incompetent that my girlfriends would use something like that?!"
Kris and Marc shouted, leaning back from their seats to grab Jeff and strangle him. Jeff, on the other hand, leaned back as well so they wouldn’t be able to reach him.
While the three of them squabbled—drawing the attention of everyone entering the classroom—their college goddess, Klea, approached their group.
"Use what exactly?" Klea asked as she took a seat near Jeff, curious about what item a girl could use that would make her boyfriend feel incompetent.
Kris and Marc felt embarrassed to answer Klea’s question after seeing how innocent and clueless she looked.
Jeff, however, suddenly got an idea upon noticing that Klea’s boyfriend, Liam, was somehow missing from his usual spot behind her.
He moved to the seat beside her, then leaned closer to whisper into her ear.
—Don’t you dare, you fuckin’ bastard!—
That was what all of their classmates—including Kris and Marc—were thinking as they watched Klea blush bright red upon hearing whatever Jeff whispered.
Right then, their professor arrived, and the class began.
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After two hours:
The instant their first class was over, Klea ran out of the classroom, completely flustered and embarrassed—just as she had been the entire class.
—"How dare you stain that innocent goddess with your sinful words, you fuckin’ bastard!"—
Jeff then became the target of complaints for telling Klea that their earlier conversation was about a dildo.
That was what everyone thought he said—even Kris and Marc—but it was only half of what he actually whispered to her.
The next class continued in a different classroom, and even though Klea attended, she kept her distance from Jeff, just as everyone expected.
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By lunch, Nubia finally let Veena see Jeff, with the three of them meeting at the CHG Park of their organization within the university grounds.
"Jeff-senpai!"
Veena shouted as she ran toward Jeff, crying as she clung to him.
"How were your classes, Vee?" Jeff asked, patting her head to satisfy her needy demeanor.
"Nubia-senpai was so mean to me—"
"Telling you to stop fiddling with your smartphone during class wasn’t mean at all!" Nubia said sharply, jolting Veena into stopping her crying and slowly looking at her in fear of another scolding.
"This girl really has an attention span shorter than a cup noodle takes to cook," Nubia added as she sat on the table in front of Jeff and Veena.
"She’s good at cramming before exams, though," Jeff replied, explaining how Veena managed to pass her exams back in high school.
"That was only possible because you were the one teaching her. What would she do now that you can’t teach her the syllabus subjects of her classes?"
Nubia made a good point, but Jeff had a simple solution.
"You can just teach her, Nubia-senpai, since you’re living together, right, Vee?"
Veena raised her head and looked at Jeff with teary eyes, then at Nubia, and back to Jeff before speaking her mind.
"Can’t you just teach me like before, Jeff-senpai?"
Intentional or not, Veena’s remark kind of stung Nubia’s feelings.
"Like Nubia-senpai said, we don’t have the same syllabus anymore."
"Then I’m gonna shift courses tomorrow and enroll in your college!" Veena shouted, instantly realizing her mistake and regretting her decision to follow the same course her friends took.
"That’s already too late, Vee."
"No... sob... waaahhh~!"
"I’m going to be less strict when teaching you. Don’t cry anymore," Nubia said, watching Jeff console Veena—embracing her while caressing her back and patting her head.
As soon as Veena stopped crying, the three of them ate their lunch: beef bowls Jeff had bought for each of them.
"What about your own classes, Nubia-senpai?" Jeff asked while eating, curious and concerned that Nubia had accompanied Veena instead of attending hers.
"It’s fine. I know the syllabus ahead of time, and I have enough attendance credits."
That was to be expected of her, Jeff thought, considering she had enough skill to run a company despite her young age.
As Jeff ended the conversation, Nubia started a new one.
"Did you already order what we talked about last night?" she asked, her face blushing red in embarrassment—only to become completely mortified when Veena joined in.
"What did you order, Jeff-senpai? Is it for Nubia-senpai?"
"Definitely not!" Jeff said, feeling conflicted as he finally understood what Kris and Marc had felt earlier.
After lunch, Nubia and Veena headed to their afternoon classes.
Jeff, on the other hand, didn’t have any classes left—but that didn’t mean he had nothing to do. Or rather, he was hoping to do something that afternoon.
Just then, as Nubia and Veena vanished from his sight—Ding!—a notification rang. Not from the Returner Fantasy System, but from his smartphone—from the person he had been waiting for.
[Klea: If you still want to borrow them, you can pick them up at my apartment.]
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It was only supposed to be teasing. Although Jeff was fairly sure Klea had them, he didn’t expect her to actually be willing to let him borrow them.
After all, what he had whispered to her was:
Would you let me borrow some of your dildos?
What surprised Jeff even more was that Klea opened the door when he arrived at her apartment—and invited him inside.
"You’re not going to taser me or something once I’m inside, right?" Jeff asked, remembering what Nubia had done to him when he stalked her at high school and when he first visited her apartment.
"Why would I? Unless you’re planning to blackmail me or something," Klea replied, keeping her right hand behind her back while flashing Jeff a gentle, sweet smile.
It was my fault in the first place, Jeff thought as he heaved a heavy sigh and stepped inside Klea’s apartment—ready for whatever punishment she had prepared, and thinking about how he would clear her suspicions.
The instant Jeff stepped inside and passed her, Klea quickly closed the door and rushed toward him, holding the taser with both hands.
—Zap!—
