SSS Ranked Taboo Student

His drive back home so early from school filled Max's thoughts with future prospects regarding the last threshold to fulfilling the System's main quest: SSS Ranked Taboo Student.

With less than fifty thousand points and a passive 10x Reward, the minimum he could earn from every sex would be 1000 Promotion Points.

In deep thought as he pulled into the driveway, Max figured he needed high-tier targets.

'The Provost is the only one on my list.'

'Huh? Come to think of it, I didn't get in contact with any teacher?'

Raising his brows, Max placed his legs halfway before getting out of his Lambo.

"I need information." he muttered.

'Purchasing aphrodisiac through the Nexus Shop should be a last resort.'

Pushing the door open, the familiar interior came into view. Though it had only been a few hours, Max still deeply inhaled the empty warmth.

Throwing one glance at his wrist, Max headed to his room and quickly changed into a short and singlet, ready to work out in order to extend familiarity toward his newfound strength.

Starting with a set of 100 push-ups, Max got engrossed measuring the limit of his strength.

Hours passed, taking a break to glance at his wristwatch, Max saw it was just after 12pm.

'12pm? I still have time.'

He muttered, preparing to go for another round when suddenly his phone vibrated and its screen lit up.

Zzz! Zzz!

With two muffled rings that vibrated, Max picked up his phone thinking it was probably Evelyn. However, seeing the unsaved digits, Max raised his brows in suspicion. Accepting the call after a silent pause, he was momentarily stunned by the voice from the other end of the phone.

"Hello…?" Miss Dalia's clear, alluring voice sounded from the other end.

"Hello." Bringing himself to a composed state, Max responded calmly.

However…

"Thank goodness, Max, it's really you. I was doubtful it was your father's." Miss Dalia inhaled sharply in relief, the pitch of her voice happy and higher than her hello.

Even more stunned, Max felt intrigued by the cause of her delight.

"Oh…" Before he could speak, Mrs. Dalia cut him off.

"I got the number from the neighbor's complaint line." She said quickly, as if to clear his doubt.

"Right." Max said in a realizing tone.

"Okay… I'm sorry I may have been bugging you lately. But my situation here is more chaotic than I thought after leaving my company into some uncivilized people. I don't have the chance to pick up Talia from school. Please can you do that for me on your way back home?"

By the end of her apologetic pleading statement, Max could imagine her pouting over the phone as she awaited his response.

"Okay… I'll." Sounding hesitant, Max replied.

"Thank you. She closes by 2pm. I'll text you the address and the pick-up pass right now." In joyous relief, Mrs. Dalia said and quickly ended the call.

Withdrawing the phone from his ears, Max muttered, "There's a pick-up pass?" in bewilderment.

Zzz! Zzz!

Just as he was about to drop it, his phone vibrated and the message notification icon appeared on the screen. Max tapped on it and read the address.

(St. Aurelia's Academy for Girls

Address: 1128 Rosewood Crescent, Valemont Heights…)

'I almost forgot she attends an all-girls school, no wonder a pick-up pass is required.'

Max shook his head and resumed to pull up 100kg dumbbells in both hands while appearing barely stressed.

He did that for the next thirty minutes and then went to clean up.

In order to compensate for his lack of sleep the previous night, he turned on his alarm, setting a one-hour limit to nap.

An hour later…

Beeeeep!

Forcing Max to pry his eyes open, the alarm blared like an angry wife who couldn't stand her husband lazing in bed.

Staring dumbly at his closet, Max realized he didn't pick out what to wear before taking his nap.

His eyes wandered through the set of casual clothing rather than formal, until he had an idea.

'Dressing too hot would seem like I am there to impress them. Not a good idea.'

'Other than picking a new set of uniforms, the only option here is to go casual.'

'Dressing casual makes you look nonchalant to their attention and also attracts more attention in a certain sense. Someone who doesn't care about others' opinions. Or like they say, only the poor or common people are judged for what they wear, not me pulling up in a brand new Lamborghini.'

Grinning, Max chose beach shorts, an Aloha shirt with floral patterns printed on it, and a clean singlet.

'It's sunny outside, I'll take these sunglasses.'

Leaving his shirt completely unbuttoned to make his stark white singlet create a distinct effect under the sunlight, Max strutted out of the house and entered his jet-black, sleek Aventador S Roadster.

Vrooom! Vrooom!

Revving it, Max drove out of the driveway in reverse and swiftly switched to accelerate it forward.

…

St. Aurelia's Academy for Girls—

The gates of St. Aurelia's opened to a stream of sleek black SUVs, polished Benzes, ash Lexus, and other sorts of exotic cars. Their engines hummed softly as chauffeurs or parents waited patiently.

Bustling with elegance, the atmosphere was strangely not chaotic, and girls in crisp white blouses tucked into deep navy skirts could be seen walking about in groups of three or more while the rest waved goodbyes to each other.

Tall, slender, short, slightly curvy—it was a heaven of beauties for sophomore students. Each sporting fancy headbands, pens, or bags that created a vibe of their own.

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