After Failing to Conquer Five Powerful Men, I Chose to Be a Couch Potato

The System's cold voice rang in my mind for the last time: "Tasker 074, conquest targets: five. All failed. Failure penalty: System removal and permanent residence in this world."

Agonizing pain surged from the depths of my soul, as if I were being torn in half while still alive. I curled up in the cold alley, feeling my vitality and every emotion slowly being drained away.

To win over those five men, I had been their perfect confidante, their most comforting pillow, and the shield willing to risk her life for them. I stood in the rain for three days to bring the movie star his favorite pastries, took a fatal blow for the CEO and nearly died, and for the sick...