Chapter 1

I got a system now. As long as I spend three million simp coins on my girlfriend, I would score a mind-blowing three quadrillion dollars.

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When I finally brought the croissants I'd waited three hours in line for to the private room, Fiona was busy sharing her secret tips on how to keep me in line with her friends.

Fiona was sharing her secrets for training me with her friends.

Fiona grinned and said, "Mike? He'd do anything for me, even worship my toes. Seriously, is there anything he wouldn't do?"

I acted like I hadn't heard a word, walked in, and handed her the croissants.

Head down, face blank, I said, "Got your food. Eat it while it's hot."

Fiona raised an eyebrow and grinned at her friends. "You guys want to see what a real simp looks like? Let me show you today, huh?"

Her friends started cheering and egging her on.

My gut twisted. I knew something bad was coming.

Fiona rose with deliberate grace, then placed one leg up on the chair.

She crossed her arms, her expression cold and impossibly regal.

She said, "Mike, get on your knees and crawl, just like you always do when you're begging me not to dump you."

Everyone in the room stared at me in shock.

People immediately started whispering and gossiping.

"Damn, Mike's a rich kid. How can he take this crap?"

"Didn't you hear Fiona? Mike does this all the time!"

"No way, I don't believe it. Unless he's the king of simps!"

I just stood there, not budging for ages.

Fiona crooked her finger at me, signaling me to come closer.

Her whole attitude screamed she was messing with me, like I was her pet dog.

I took a deep breath and bit down hard, steeling myself for what was coming.

Inside, I kept telling myself that I only had 30 thousand simp coins to go.

Once I burn through this last 30 thousand in simp coins, I'll finally cash in on that 3 quadrillion dollars.

For that, I got down on my knees.

The room exploded with jeers and mockery.

"King of simps!"

"Holy crap, Fiona really is the goddess of goddesses!"

"Mike doesn't even want to be human anymore. He just wants to be her loyal pup!"

Choking down my pride, I crawled over, every move slow and humiliating...

The laughter was so piercing that it made my ears throb with pain.

When I finally made it, I made sure to offer the croissants to Fiona with both hands.

"Fiona, your croissants," I said.

She curled her lips in a smirk, taking the croissants with clear distaste.

Then she opened the box and set it on the table.

She turned to her friends and said, "These croissants are just right for a game of 'throw the croissants to the dog.'"

She glanced at me and said, "Mike, make sure you catch them with your mouth, or my friends won't enjoy the game."

I hadn't even figured out what Fiona was getting at yet.

Then, a croissant smacked me right in the face.

One of Fiona's friends joked, "Fiona, your pup's misbehaving. He didn't even try to catch the croissants with his tongue like a real dog! Guess I'm stuck with a penalty drink now."

The girl had a greasy face. Her face was twisted in pure annoyance.

Fiona clicked her tongue, trying to soothe her. "Don't get mad. Dogs act up sometimes. Just give them a few slaps, and they'll listen. You love beating dogs, right? Go for it."

As Fiona spoke, her friend's eyes gleamed with excitement.

She marched right up and swung her hand, smacking me square across the face.

The blow sent me crashing to the floor. I felt like my skull was about to crack open.

Before I could even process what was happening, she grabbed a fistful of my hair, hauled my upper body off the ground, and jammed my head right into her armpit.

The pungent stench of her armpit almost made me pass out.

Her fists started pounding down on my back, one blow after another.

By the time she was done, I was sprawled out like a dead dog right by Fiona's ankles.

Fiona stuck her foot out and stomped it right on my face. Her sharp, hard heel felt like it was about to drill a hole straight through my skin.

Fiona snarled at me with a look of pure disgust, "Disgusting!"

Then she flung a dog collar at me and told me to put it on.

She sneered. "Get out there and kneel. Wait until I'm done having fun with my girls, then go pay the bill."

I wiped the blood from my mouth, not daring to protest, and did exactly as she ordered.