I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity Chapter 07

I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity Chapter 07

The private room fell into a deathly silence.

Stacy stared as the plan she had painstakingly arranged was laid bare before everyone. Her face went ghostly white.

After the flood of panic subsided, she behaved like a cornered mad dog and abruptly leapt to her feet.

“Does it even matter?” she shouted, pointing at my face.

“Heather, what right do you have to accuse me? Haven’t you been using these past few days to secretly meet all four of them in person as well? You met Lewis at Riche Cafe, then went to Velvet Club to find Shadowfang. Aren’t you doing the exact same thing, building your own little pool of guys? You’re just as shameless as I am!”

At that moment, dense lines of comments flashed across my vision again.

“Holy crap! Stacy just started a livestream on the campus network!”

“The entire school is watching this drama unfold right now!”

“That move to shift the blame was brilliant. Stacy’s really smart. Heather’s done for now!”

“Right, she won’t be able to clear herself of being accused of juggling multiple guys anymore!”

Following the hint from the comments, my gaze landed on Stacy’s partially open canvas bag. Inside, a small camera blinked with a red light.

That was what she had been planning all along. She wanted to ruin me in front of the entire school.

I didn’t panic. Instead, I let out a soft chuckle.

“Stacy, have you lost your mind?”

I lifted an eyebrow and gave her a faint smile.

“Is it against the law for me to meet multiple people in person at the same time?”

Stacy froze. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“You…” she stammered for a moment before forcing a retort, “It may not be illegal, but it’s morally wrong!”

The smile on my face disappeared, and my eyes turned cold in an instant.

“The one who’s morally wrong is you. Do you really believe everyone’s mind is as preoccupied with men and romance as yours?”

I approached the dining table, bracing both hands against it as my gaze swept across the four men.

“Use whatever bit of intelligence you have left and think about it. If I were here to date them, why haven’t any of them fought each other in this room today?”

Stacy stood frozen in place.

Even the barrage of comments fell silent for a moment.

Lewis was the first to stand up.

He looked at Stacy with clear disdain in his eyes.

“Heather is right. When she met me at Riche Cafe, she didn’t say a single word about romance. She reviewed my mistakes from last week’s cross-server battle and formally invited me to join her team to prepare for this year’s national league.”

Shadowfang snorted coldly, crossing his arms. “She dueled me three rounds at the club using her main account and completely

crushed me. I was recruited to be the starting assassin.”

Reviver adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and nodded politely. “Ms. Shaw discussed optimal support positioning with me for half an hour. I’m the team’s healer.”

Even Cyrus, who had remained silent the entire time, leaned back lazily in his chair.

“I’m the team’s primary investor, as well as a reserve mage,” he said, smiling faintly.

With that, all four men had voiced their positions.

Stacy froze in place, staring at us blankly like we were a group of strangers from another world.

The comment section exploded.

“Holy crap, what is going on! Heather was recruiting teammates the whole time?”

“Give me a break. She’s assembling a full-on powerhouse!”

“This reversal hit too hard. I’m stunned.”

Amid the overwhelming shock, a golden comment drifted slowly across the screen.

“This is what a true esports heroine looks like. Her focus is solely on the game, not on men. Once she draws her sword, she is completely unstoppable.”

Stacy looked around the room at the group who had completely ignored her script, then at her own lie, which had already collapsed beyond repair.

Only then did she realize she had not only lost, but had made herself into a complete joke.

To make matters worse, the live camera still in her bag had recorded everything. Her entire breakdown was broadcast to the whole school.

Stacy let out a panicked scream. She covered her face and fled the private room in disgrace like a madwoman.