The translation of the text to English is:
Nathan turned, facing her fully. He wasted no time. The system informed him that bold—edited—honesty was key.
"Nola, Boy isn't who you think he is," he said, his voice honest and direct. "He has another girlfriend. A woman named Lisa. And he's been using her money—which isn't really his—to impress you."
Nola gasped, her face flushing. "What? That's... impossible! He—"
"He bought you that brand X bag last week, didn't he?" Nathan interrupted, naming the specific brand from the system's data. "He paid for it with money he took from Lisa's savings. Savings that were accumulated by his ex-fiancée who worked as a miner."
Each detail was a blow. Nola stumbled backward, leaning against the wall. "But... how do you know all this? Who are you, really?"
Nathan approached, slowly, like approaching a frightened bird. "I'm Lisa's ex-fiancé. I'm the one whose money Boy stole to buy you those expensive things." He stopped close.
His aura was now enveloping Nola. He could see the conflict in her eyes: shock, anger at Boy, and an inexplicable attraction to the man in front of her.
"I... I didn't know," Nola whispered, tears starting to well up. "He said... he said he was a businessman..."
"He's a liar," Nathan said softly. His skillful hand touched her cheek, wiping away a newly fallen tear.
His touch made her gasp. "And you're too valuable to be treated like that. You deserve someone who's honest. Who wants you for who you are, not because he can buy you with someone else's money."
His words were sweet poison, and Nola, feeling betrayed and vulnerable, drank them in. She looked at Nathan, really looked at him. A man with intense eyes, a powerful build that was visible even through his simple shirt, and a confidence that radiated from him. She felt an undeniable pull.
"Why... why are you telling me this?" Nola asked, her voice trembling.
"Because," Nathan whispered, leaning in so his lips were almost touching her ear, "of everything Boy stole from me, including money and my pride, seeing you... is the only thing that makes me feel like it might have been worth it."
It was a sentence perfectly crafted by the system. Nola sighed, her defenses crumbling. Nathan wasted no more time. He lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss was unlike Boy's hurried pecks. It was deep, skillful, and full of the promise of pleasure backed by the Level 2 system. Nola responded with fervor, tangling her hands in Nathan's hair, pulling him closer.
Nathan lifted her easily—the Stamina Boost +30% made him feel strong—and carried her to the messy but feminine bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed, looking at her with eyes now burning with lust and triumph.
"I'm going to show you how a man should treat you," he murmured, before closing the distance between them, beginning his next task, driven by the system, money, and an unquenchable thirst for revenge.
Nathan didn't rush. The Level 2 system gave him more than just stamina; it gave him an almost mystical understanding of the female body, of the psychology of pleasure.
He knew that true victory wasn't just in penetration, but in the total conquest of every sense, every thought, every desire.
After that melting opening kiss, he pulled back, just inches, his eyes locked on Nola's breathless ones.
"You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice hoarse and full of admiration that sounded utterly genuine. It was a whisper that the system had calculated to trigger the release of oxytocin, the bonding hormone. "Not like Boy imagined. You're... more."
His hands, now feeling smoother and more sensitive thanks to the system's enhancements, began to explore. Not greedily, but with respectful curiosity, as if he were a sculptor studying the most precious marble before beginning to work.
His fingertips touched her temple, traced the line of her jaw, moved down her slender neck.
Nola sighed, her eyes closing. "Nathan..." her name was spoken as a prayer, a confession.
"Don't talk," Nathan caressed her. "Just feel."
He bent down again, but not to her lips. He traced the line of her neck with his lips, kissing, gently licking, finding the pulse point in her throat and letting his warm breath ghost over it.
Nola writhed beneath him, soft moans escaping her lips.
The system guided him like a conductor leading an orchestra. Target responds strongly to stimulation of the neck and ears. Focus on those areas.
Nathan obeyed. His mouth moved to her ear. He wasn't just blowing on it. He explored every curve with the tip of his tongue, gently nipping at her earlobe, whispering nonsense that sounded like poetry to Nola, who was already drunk on sensation.
"You're driving me crazy, Nola... Your scent... Your voice..."
Nola moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets. "Please..." she groaned, but it wasn't a protest. It was a plea for more.
Nathan smiled, a small, triumphant smile. He continued his journey downward. With his skillful fingers, he unbuttoned her oversized shirt. He didn't rush, savoring every inch of exposed skin. As the shirt fell open, revealing a simple bra, he made a low sound of admiration.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and the word, spoken with such reverence, made Nola feel like a goddess.
He didn't immediately remove her bra. Instead, his warm palms stroked her flat stomach, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his touch. He caressed her ribs, moving upward slowly, until his fingers brushed against the bottom of the bra's underwire.
Nola arched her hips, an unconscious movement begging for more. Nathan finally unhooked the clasp. He removed the bra with a smooth, one-handed motion, a trick the system had provided.
And there, in the dimly lit room, Nola's body was fully exposed. Nathan simply looked at her for a moment, gazing at her with an admiration that made Nola, instead of feeling ashamed, feel empowered.
"Look at you," Nathan whispered, his voice full of awe. "Like a masterpiece."
He bent down, and finally his mouth found her breasts. But again, he didn't rush. He kissed around them, licked, teased, before finally latching onto her nipple with deep, attentive suction.
Nola screamed, her hands reaching for Nathan's head, holding him in place. "Yes! Oh, God... Nathan..."
He was a musician and Nola's body was his instrument. He played every nerve string with absolute mastery. His mouth on one breast, his free hand caressing and massaging the other. Nola thrashed beneath him, a ragdoll shaken by relentless waves of pleasure.
Once Nathan was sure her breasts had received enough attention, he continued his journey downward. His kisses left a wet trail on her stomach, tracing a line that led to her sweatpants. He felt her abdominal muscles tighten as his lips neared her hips.