Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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Euryale smiled and said, "How about we play with Medusa in return?"

That's not right at all.

These two are completely oblivious to reason and are utterly egotistical creatures. Aside from their incredibly cute appearance, they have almost no redeeming qualities.

...However, in this era, being cute is indeed enough.

“No. I am a dance teacher, not his master. I have no right to control or lend him.” Kama shook his head in refusal, then picked up a slice of pizza.

Euryale said dismissively, "Why not just use the Servant's ability? Make him fall completely in love with you, and have his body and soul belong to you."

“If you’re unwilling, Euryale and I can do it for you,” Stheno said nonchalantly, uttering a rather terrifying statement.

Nothing to say.

Kama couldn't tell if the two were joking or something else. But it certainly sounded terrifying.

"Aren't you being a little too disrespectful to other people's dignity?"

“Then let’s ask beforehand,” Euryale said cheerfully. “I don’t think any man can resist our charm.”

Stheno then turned to Medusa: "Which side do you support? Should we choose Kama?"

Still losing their lives due to the smuggling of VIPI.

For Medusa, if she dared to go against her older sisters' wishes, she could suffer a crushing defeat tonight.

But going against one's conscience completely is not feasible. One's conscience would be tormented.

"Let's take our time to understand it. I think there's no need to rush..."

However, loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal.

Judging from her sisters' expressions, Medusa knew she had failed. Not only had she failed to stop their plans, but she was likely to be dragged down with them as well.

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Chapter 179 Atalanta's Shame Test

“We are living our lives, bound with so much information,

"Come on, let go of the remote, don't you know you're letting all the junk flood in?"

The song "Pursuing My True Self" playing in the headphones heralded the start of Sunday.

[Skills "Charm of the Source (C)" and "Floral Splendor (A)" have been activated. The additional attribute "Charm (C)" remains active.]

Atalanta seemed a little uncomfortable: after they got on the bus together, Mochizuki asked her if she wanted to listen to music together. She inexplicably agreed to this invitation, which she should have politely declined.

Each of us took half of the earphones… It's still pretty embarrassing. We're practically no different from those young couples back in our school days.

Because she had spent too much time in the kindergarten, Atalanta was forced to take a break. Just as she was wondering what to do, Mochizuki Oboro appeared at the kindergarten gate.

Nursery Rhyme, Jack, and the other little guys insisted on pushing Atalanta and Mochizuki Oboro out the door, saying they couldn't come back until it got dark.

In addition, Abigail, Medea, and Castor happened to be there as volunteers, so Atalanta had no excuse not to go and had to start her Sunday off.

The two chose the Chaldea Museum as their destination.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, to be honest, our voices do sound quite similar.

Typhon, Ypsilon, Castor, Medea, Abigail… they've always hung out with their peers at school; it's time for a change of scenery. Older men would be nice, wouldn't it?

Meltryllis continued her incessant chatter.

After meeting her in person, Mochizuki Oboro felt that she wasn't exactly a chatterbox, but rather that her desire to express herself was much stronger than BB's.

Nine o'clock in the morning, in front of the Chaldea Museum.

Atalanta took off her headphones and handed them back to Mochizuki Oboro: "The playlist is pretty good."

With a click, Mochizuki retracted into the earphone pod: "Thank you."

"The sound quality is pretty good. I think I've seen the promotional image somewhere before."

"Aztec's new Bluetooth headset."

"I remember the price was..."

⑨Lingliu Si~Liuqi Ba Er Ba Q*UN[. “1234QP.

Atalanta let out a mournful cry. As a kindergarten teacher, although she had recently received a raise, after deductions for various insurances, her actual take-home pay was only 5000 QP.

Daily expenses cost money, and Atalanta would occasionally buy things for the children, so they weren't actually very wealthy.

Atalanta never even considered spending so much money on Bluetooth headphones, something as abstract as Mochizuki Oboro's idea.

"Would you two like to visit together? We have a special challenge activity for you today."

At the museum entrance, a smiling staff member proactively introduced the event: "As long as you complete the challenge, you can receive a specially customized souvenir and a bonus of 5888 QP."

The second staff member then added, "The purpose of this event is to promote the museum, and we may use photos of the two of you from the event."

"Are you going?" Mochizuki Oboro asked.

Atalanta, who had already been brainwashed by the number '5888', nodded with a determined look on her face: "Go."

Thanks to Wang Yuelong, the last donation has brought about many changes to the kindergarten. Many facilities and activity areas have been renovated, and the children are now able to enjoy a better education.

If Atalanta could win the prize money, she could add to her wealth by acquiring more musical instruments so that her children could explore music from a young age.

"Thank you both for participating. Staff will be here to guide you shortly. Please enjoy your time here."

……

A question-and-answer competition.

What a classic activity format!

"I am your host, Miss Amour. It seems there are quite a few contestants here. Let's wait and see which pair will take home the crown."

Host Karen snapped her fingers: "Now, let's begin the first round of the competition. All you need to do is answer on your tablets. We will take into account the accuracy and time taken to select ten pairs to advance to the next round."

Mochizuki Oboro and Atalanta both lowered their heads and looked at the tablet used for the competition.

Question 1: Who built the bridge connecting Chaldea to the outside world?

“It’s very simple.” Atalanta puffed out her chest: “It’s Professor Leonardo da Vinci.”

Without any objection, Mochizuki Oboro pressed the correct option.

Question 2: Who was the person who spearheaded the establishment of Academy City?

Mochizuki Oboro chanted at lightning speed: "Marisbury."

After successfully answering multiple-choice questions, the two advanced to the next round and stood on the stage together.

The second major challenge is a test of teamwork. Participating pairs must close their eyes, silently count to ten, and then open their eyes. The five pairs whose opening times are closest will advance to the next round.

"Teamwork..." Atalanta looked away somewhat embarrassedly. "Then let's do our best. It's okay if we lose."

"it is good."

Karen pressed the prompt item, and all the contestants closed their eyes in unison.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

"Congratulations! Mochizuki, cough, this duo opened their eyes at exactly ten seconds, without even a 0.01-second error!" Karen clapped her hands.

Perfect teamwork?

Listening to the slightly exaggerated applause from below the stage, Atalanta stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But most of the emotions I felt were inexplicable shyness.

[That's really exaggerated. Servant killer.]

[Not to mention all of them, over 90% of Servants will eventually be captured by you, Master; it's just a matter of time. It must be quite enjoyable, right?]

Atalanta's heart is pounding right now. Should we try something intimate, like holding hands? I think she'll probably just offer a token resistance... no, maybe not even that.

Amid Meltryllis's teasing, the competition gradually progressed to its final stage.

The grand prize of 5888QP is within reach, seemingly just around the corner.

The clicking of camera shutters was incessant; Atalanta and Mochizuki both knew that these photos would definitely be published as promotional images for the museum later.

However, judging from the current situation, the staff mostly mistook the two for a couple visiting the museum together.

"There are three teams left to compete. The last challenge is a special fun project, which can be roughly understood as 'Pictionary'."

Karen snapped her fingers, and the lights immediately shone on an exhibit in the museum: "Of course, we'll compete like a museum."

A single thread and two paper cups, strung together, create a simple communication device.

Many people have heard of this interesting device, but not many have actually used it.

The Chaldea Museum displays this not-so-old exhibit, and visitors can experience it for themselves.

"Let me explain the rules: We provide brand new materials, and the participants will assemble them themselves. Then, each person will stand in a designated position. A will take a piece of paper and read out the contents, while B will repeat it."

Karen chuckled: "The content on the paper will gradually increase in difficulty, which will really test Player B's memory."

After a while.

After completing the test, Mochizuki Oboro and Atalanta signaled that they could begin.

Karen carefully selected a piece of paper and handed it to Mochizuki Oboro.

You are more beautiful than a rose.

“You are more beautiful than a rose.” Mochizuki Oboro read the contents of the slip of paper expressionlessly.

Atalanta, whose attention was completely focused on the receiver, felt a tingling sensation in her ears, and an overwhelming sense of shame quickly rose to her cheeks, turning them a deep blush.

This is definitely a challenge to test your level of embarrassment.

Why did the other contestants read out things so normally? Is the host trying to stir up trouble?

Atalanta didn't know. But she could only do as she was told.

"...You are more beautiful than a rose."

Karen handed over the second slip of paper and watched the live broadcast with great interest.

Wang Yuelong cleared her throat and then put the microphone to her mouth: "Spring buds and summer joys, autumn rains and winter sun, the four seasons come and go, but for me, the only beauty that remains unchanged is you."

Test your memory. Sounds plausible.

However, Mochizuki Oboro and Atalanta could only sense the host's (Kallen's) malice. It was less a memory test and more a test of their shame tolerance threshold.

Atalanta closed her eyes as if trying to escape, repeating herself softly.

It started as a single sentence, gradually evolved into a paragraph, and then into a long retelling.

By the time Atalanta won, her mental state was nearing its limit. Continuing any further would definitely push her beyond that threshold and lead to unforeseen consequences.

The custom commemorative items and the 5888 QP winning reward both feel like compensation for emotional distress.

It's 1:30 PM at the shopping mall.

"The prize money is yours, and the customized commemorative items are mine. That way, it's fair."

Atalanta shook her head: "These props don't look worth that much money at all. Let's split the prize money."

The kindergarten had already provided a lot of help, and even though she knew the other party was not short of money (probably), Atalanta couldn't accept the bonus with a clear conscience.

Since we took it together, we should use it together.

After thinking for a moment, Mochizuki Oboro came up with a solution.

……

Inside Mochizuki Oboro's private suite at the Camelot Entertainment Center.

Atalanta tugged at her slightly tight bunny girl outfit, revealing her fair skin in a striking contrast to her black attire, making her incredibly alluring.

Black fishnet stockings paired with classic high heels exude a mature and alluring charm, while the lingering shyness on her face balances the characteristics of the outfit, creating a beautiful contrast.

“Is it okay?”

"About three minutes left."

Mochizuki Oboro's solution was quite unique: to have Atalanta act as the model.

To prevent Atalanta from using the excuse that "I'm available anytime if it's just as a model," Mochizuki Oboro increased the intensity.