QT: The Secondary Character Counterattacks (Obey Me! characters x Reader)

Arc 3. The Cursed Witch Conquers the Wild Prince (Diavolo x Reader) Chapter 3

"This is the power of a woman who has drained her savings account!"

[The flowerbud that everybody stepped on has blossomed.]

The system threw away the script and wept into its hands. [I feel violated. No one will ever marry me now! And why only 73% effort? I've been mistreated for such a lousy percentage!]

"There, there, little bird. It's not like there was someone who wanted to marry you in the first place."

[QAQ]

"And as for why only 73%, well..."

You snuck a glance of the two awe-struck angels.

"...it's obviously because we should savor every step towards a meaningful relationship."

The system decided that it would rather stay single than enter whatever meaningful relationship the Host had in mind.

You continued as if unaware of everyone's attention. You approached Ninlil's stand, pushing your basket ever so gently towards her.

Ninlil was as awestruck as the young men around you.

It took some time and a tilt of your head before she snapped out of her silence. With furious red cheeks she snatched the basket away from you. "Still trashy as always, but since I'm feeling generous, I-I guess I'll give you a discount."

[Do discounts even exist in this time period? And furthermore, she's surprisingly generous despite hating you.]

"It doesn't matter if she likes men or women, humans adore beauty. One just cannot help but feel the compulsive need to be kind to a goddess like me."

[...]

You retrieved your basket--now brimming with fresh fruits, vegetables and grain--and said thank you with a bow.

You turned and went on your merry way, your initial effect eventually fading as people returned to their current tasks, though everyone would sneak a glance of your retreating figure.

However, a broad figure stepped in front of you. You looked up and saw an unfamiliar face staring down at you with a dirty leer.

Your confused face reminded people of a lost doe as you asked, "May I help you?"

"I don't think we've met--"

"No, sir, I don't think we have."

The stranger blinked, obviously not expecting you to interrupt him, then burst out laughing. "Well, then. Let me introduce myself, I'm the son of the richest man here."

"Is that so? I'm afraid I don't know what that has to do with me."

He bellowed and you flinched, subtly dodging the spray of spit.

"Good, good, I like 'em raw and innocent."

"..."

[...]

[Host, this is ... ] These were the lines of a classic cannon fodder.

"I-I'm sorry but I really don't understand what you mean. I should get going before it gets dark--" You tried to move around him but he simply sidestepped and blocked you again.

You furrowed your brows.

He snatched your arm and your basket rolled on the dirt. Before you could say anything else, he had your chin in his greasy palm.

"Whaddaya say, you come join my family, hm? I'll take you to paradise."

The system watched its Host keep her act together, expression a thin mask hiding a layer of ice, and thought to itself, rather than paradise, this Host would take you to hell.