He Did the Catfishing, I Did the Harvesting

On the day I'm about to quit the game, I see countless live comments flashing across my vision.

"Yay! The male supporting lead is about to quit the game!"

"Now, the male lead won't have to worry about getting exposed for using the male supporting lead's game account to get into online relationships with others!"

"Our darling male lead is too smart, after all! Whenever he goes on dates, he often uses the voice chat function in the game. That's why the male supporting lead is still kept in the dark!"

"Holy shit, Henry really is lucky!"

"To think that he used Vincent's max-level account to flirt with the four richest female players on the server!"

"Later at 2:00 pm, he'll be meeting his first date partner, Yvonne Johnson the cold and aloof campus belle, at Cosmic Coffee!"

"Tomorrow, he'll be meeting up with the top assassin in-game! The day after that, he'll go on a date with the second-highest paying player of the game! Wow, his time management skills really are amazing!"

The "Henry" whom the live comments are referring to is Henry Luster, my roommate.

So, he's been flirting with four of the top-tier rich female players while impersonating me, huh?

More live comments streak past my eyes at that moment.

"Why isn't the male supporting lead leaving? Yvonne is already waiting for the male lead right now!"

"This is their first romantic date as the leads of this story! I can't wait to watch it unfold!"

As I turn to look at Henry, who's styling his hair before the mirror, I suddenly realize that I'm the supporting male lead whom the live comments are referring to.

My lips curl into a small smile. Since Henry has been using my identity to become a virtual casanova, then it's not wrong of me to attend each date in person on his behalf, right?

In Shimmering Starfield, my in-game ID was "WindListener," and I was the highest-spending mage on the server.

I sent my Xenotech laptop in for service two weeks ago and had borrowed Henry Luster's beat-up laptop one time.

I hadn't expected Henry to actually save my password in secret. He not only took over my account but also downloaded my time-limited stories from social media and posed as a rich, high-status heartthrob while juggling several women in the game.

Henry spritzed some hairspray while facing the mirror. He was actually wearing my Alysian bespoke suit—the one still hanging in the closet with its tags untouched. He turned around, flashing a bright, harmless smile, and said, "I've got an interview this afternoon, Vincent, so I'll be borrowing your suit."

I watched him coldly with a mocking smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "I hope your interview goes well, then."

I opened the closet once Henry stepped out, thinking that Henry was probably meeting my in-game partner rather than attending an interview.

I chose a tight-fitting black silk shirt and left the top two buttons undone. I