Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money

When Tina reported to university, the first payment for her new daily necessities and meal card was paid by her brother, so the cousins became as close as real siblings.

Therefore, Tina loved money very much. She would work part-time and also use the methods of a gold-digger to keep men spending on her. She would sell almost all the money she got to subsidize her family.

Ryan said with emotion, "No wonder she's so caring toward her family."

"Family is a fragile thing!"

Lyla said philosophically, "Tina and I have discussed this before. In truth, she was unlucky to have such a mother, and her father was literally angered to death."

"But she's very lucky. Most relatives despise the poor and love the rich, especially brothers who turn against each other."

"But her grandparents, uncles, aunts, and even cousins all loved her. Even though her parents were gone, she grew up in a loving environment."

"Especially her aunt—she was naturally mean to everyone, but she was also very nice to her in actions."

"She would complain about how expensive the tuition at the 'crappy university' was, but then she'd borrow a little more money and tell her not to mistreat herself. Then she'd complain about how expensive the food at the university was."

Ryan burst out laughing and said, "This kind of person is quite interesting."

Lyla said with a smile, "Yes, Tina said that her aunt was very nice to her. She'd complain that Coke and other things were expensive, but then she'd immediately buy a whole box and keep it at home."

Ryan understood the reason. Under such circumstances, it was natural for Tina to support her brother.

As for the nickname "Tina," it was first given by her doting father. Tina especially liked others calling her that, and it had stuck ever since.

"Ryan, you guys all like to be shirtless in the dorm, so don't wear these clothes."

Lyla said with a sweet smile, "It's already a great honor for the squad leader to be able to wear an extra pair of shorts over his underwear."

In Lyla's room, she also prepared new clothes and underwear for Ryan, showing her affection as a devoted girlfriend.

"We have such a good relationship. You can feel more comfortable here, and Abigail won't care..."

Lyla covered her mouth and said in a tender voice, "Maybe in a few days, you can run around here naked, as long as our squad leader can adapt to it."

While chatting and laughing, she put on her nightgown and changed into new underwear but didn't wear a bra, saying that she wanted to give the squad leader some subtle brainwashing.

Because her beautiful breasts swayed when she walked, one could tell she was naked even under her clothes.

She then talked about this with Abigail and Tina, asking them to cooperate by dressing lightly and going without underwear at home.

The squad leader should be reserved at first. However, when he found himself the odd one out, even if he was shy, he'd eventually resume his habit of living like in the girls' dorm for the sake of comfort.

Ryan listened to her and wore shorts with his bare chest, not even bothering to put on a shirt.

Lyla licked Ryan's abdominal muscles in a lewd way, squinted her eyes, and smiled. "Besides, Brother Ryan has such a good figure. I think the class monitor is taking advantage of him. She's eating ice cream with her eyes."

Ryan worked all year round doing all kinds of jobs, especially in the cafeteria, which was all physical work. He was 185cm tall but a little thin because the food wasn't good enough.

But once he took off his clothes, his physique was undeniable.

Anyone could tell at first glance that his muscles weren't from deliberate workouts or protein powder. They were built naturally through labor—strong, masculine curves that exuded raw power rather than artificial bulk.

According to that bitch Talia's evaluation, women could be just as lustful as men.

But she didn't like the bullfrog-like bodybuilder types.

She preferred Ryan's natural, lean muscle—masculine and powerful, the kind that was fatally attractive to women of any age.

During breaks after sex, she would even lick Ryan's chest and abs in a lustful manner, just like Yasmin, never hiding her desires.

With her face still flushed from satisfaction, Lyla headed to the bathroom first. If anyone asked, she had already prepared an excuse: trouble defecating, hence the flushed face.

"Don't be like this… oooo…"

As soon as Ryan stepped into the kitchen, he heard a delicate moan. There was no mistaking it—that soft, breathy sound, laced with shameless excitement, definitely belonged to class monitor Gemma.

He peeked into the kitchen and saw her arranging meat on a plate, her face glowing a deep pink. But that flush had nothing to do with embarrassment.

"Ryan, are you guys done talking?"

Abigail stood beside her, then suddenly smirked and beckoned him over. "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Ryan followed her to the fridge. Abigail licked her lips excitedly. "Close your eyes and open your mouth. I'll give you something good."

"What is it?"

Curious, Ryan obeyed, closing his eyes and parting his lips.

Abigail giggled mischievously, slipping two fingers into his mouth. "Lick."

Ryan frowned slightly but complied, sucking on her fingers. The taste was familiar yet strange.

He opened his eyes. "What is this?"

Abigail grinned obscenely. "Your class monitor's virgin honey juice..."

"What?!"

Ryan froze, then whispered, "What were you two doing just now—"

"I took her shopping yesterday and tested her limits. She wasn't too resistant. Holding hands is normal between girls, but she knows my orientation."

After dinner, Abigail had convinced Gemma to take a walk with her and kissed her. Gemma had been nervous but didn't resist.

Abigail seized the opportunity, though she didn't push for a defined relationship.

Gemma and Lyla had been responsible for groceries, while Abigail handled drinks and snacks from the school store.

When Abigail returned, Ryan and Lyla were still occupied in the room.

So she cornered Gemma, who was wearing a skirt, and kissed her again. This time, Gemma was more responsive, melting into the kiss as Abigail's hands wandered—one groping her chest, the other hiking up her skirt to squeeze her ass.

When Gemma's resistance weakened, Abigail slipped into her panties, stroking her untouched folds until she was limp with pleasure.

Abigail lowered her voice. "You're not mad, are you?"

Ryan chuckled. "I told you, as long as there are no other men involved, I don't care."

"Good, because you're the only man I want!"

Abigail exhaled in relief, kissing him before whispering, "If you hadn't come out, I might've dragged her back to the room."

"But there's time. I'll pace myself."

She smirked. "I'll figure out if she's into both. If she is… maybe you should take her virginity."

Ryan blinked. "Me?!"

Abigail palmed his crotch, grinning. "Gemma's so soft and petite—she could pass for a middle schooler. Wasting her first time on my fingers would be a shame. Might as well let my husband enjoy her."

The idea was undeniably tempting. Gemma was a delicate beauty, barely 145cm, with a face so youthful she could easily be mistaken for a child. That innocence stirred something darkly possessive in him.

Abigail's willingness to share was… impressive.

Just then, the delivery from the store arrived, two carts piled high with snacks and drinks.

Lyla emerged to help, arranging the haul in the living room. The cabinets overflowed with expensive treats—every girl's dream.

The fridge was stocked with Ryan's favorite Budweiser, four cases of cans, alongside an assortment of sodas.

Gemma finally reappeared, her blush faded but her gaze shy as it flickered over Ryan's bare chest.

Lyla immediately said: "Class monitor, you have to adapt to it, so that everyone will feel more comfortable."

"It's okay, my dad is pretty much like this at home!"

Gemma did not object and said with a blushing face: "Since Tina doesn't mind, I don't mind either, just do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

"That's right!"

We bought everything yesterday, and each bought some new clothes and underwear. Now that we have finished washing them, we have returned to our rooms to sort them out.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening. Tina was a little surprised when she woke up in a daze. She didn't regret the fact that she fainted from crying, but she felt that her behavior was a bit childish.