Arc 1: Counterattack of the Tyrant CEO's Ex-Fiancée (Lucifer x Reader) Chapter 4

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You finished your bath and fell asleep too fast to properly treasure the first-class bed. Dreaming of money and food and hot guys. You never wanted to leave this dream.

[Ding. Ding. Ding. Host, wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey!]

You begrudgingly peeked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was already seven a.m.

[So many things happened in one day. My Host is truly gifted, a saint among mortals, a prodigy!]

Irritated by the burst of energy, you recalled that this system called itself a newborn. " ... Must be nice to be young."

You washed up and, after thirty minutes, finally decided on a formal black and purple dress. You liked seeing this body try on different designer clothes, you felt like a Sim with control over your outfits.

Your phone buzzed, surprising both you and the system.

You searched the original's memories. "Does he ever call us the day after he met the female lead?"

[Scanning ... No, the plot never mentioned this. He should be focusing on the female lead.]

Looks like this guy decided to flip fate a big finger and go off script. And he did it earlier than you predicted.

Meh.

You hit 'answer' and spoke first, "Lucifer?"

"Good morning, MC. I trust you're getting ready for work."

"Yes, I'm actually on my way right now. Hate to be frank, but why are you calling me?" Translation: Bro, our engagement is over so why are you talking to me now?

Lucifer chuckled. (You almost melted.) "I'm actually outside your condo right now."

Eh?

"Pardon?" Translation: Yo, what the frack?!

"Let's have breakfast together then I'll drive you to work. See you, okay?" He hung up. The handsome bastard didn't even wait for your reply.

You gripped your phone tightly and began cursing Lucifer, You may be filthy rich, you may be gorgeous as hell, and you may have the voice of a heavenly choir but you're still a jerk!

You then smacked your hands over your furious-red cheeks. "And you're exactly my type, too!"

The system genuinely worried over its Host's mental state.

[Host ... ]

You smoothed your fingers over your dress and pouted.

The system quivered. This psychotic Host did not look good pouting like a grade-schooler.

"Hey, Uwak, you can forgive me if I played around here for a while, right?"

[Host!]

Actually, it was no problem if the Host decided to stave off accomplishing her tasks as long as she gets them done before the time limit ends. But the system heard countless stories of other hosts falling in love with characters that belonged in alternate realities. Every single story ended in tragedy.

"Don't worry. I promise to get work done, but let me have some fun first. There's no telling when I'm gonna meet another looker like this guy."

You ignored the system's pleas and went to greet Lucifer. Wearing a grey shirt folded up to his elbows and dark pants, he stood outside his sleek, liquid-onyx car. Fine as hell from the ground up.

It took everything you had not to swoon on the spot. "System, take pictures! Take pictures!"

First a video recorder, then a music player, now a camera. [Host, I'm not your smartphone!]

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