I woke up startled, my entire body throbbing as if I'd been dragged by a whole caravan of cargo airships. Cold sweat ran down my forehead, muscles burning with echoes of the battle — torn shoulder, ripped back, legs trembling from absolute exhaustion. The men's dormitory was plunged in darkness, only a thin thread of mana light from the floating lamp in the corridor leaking through the half-open door. The other bunks were empty; Daniel and Raymond must have been snoring somewhere or training late.
Fuck, I survived. Second Nightmare completed. The tyrant collapsed, core exploded, pink and blue mana spurting like corrupted blood. Bitter-as-fuck victory — I killed the creature, but the price was high on body and soul.
The SIS interface blinked softly in the corner of my vision, pink and blue lines pulsing in sync with the tower anomaly:
[Second Nightmare: Complete Success]
[Aspect Evolution: Base Consumption Reduced 15% → 0.85 PV/min]
[New Skill: Remote Partner Cure (Initial Rank) – Remotely restores light wounds on exclusive partner. Cost: 200 PV]
[Loot Integrated: Ancient Serrated Weapon (High Rank) – Stored in Dimensional Inventory. Tyrant Mana Crystals x12]
[Current PV: 3,912 / Temporary Post-Victory Boost]
[System: Fufufu~ Good boy, master! Took down the big guy and still got new toys. Now all that's left is to feed this Beast properly… You're dying for some noble pussy, right? PV already climbing just thinking about it~]
"Shut the fuck up, you bitch," I muttered low, but my cock already betrayed me, throbbing subtly. The eternal hunger whispered, mixing Nightmare remnants with the memory of Olivia in the library — her floral scent, discreet curves brushing lightly, intelligent eyes blushing when I accidentally activated the Beast's Gaze.
Control was growing, yes. Lower consumption, useful remote cure for a future partner. But the Beast purred stronger, as if the victory had awakened something even more primal. The tower anomaly now directly linked — SIS lines synchronized every time the ambient mana vibrated intensely. My reincarnated soul literally fucking up the balance of the entire world.
Aria reported mentally, cold and efficient voice: [Master, airship 85% complete. Queen core integration stabilized. Recommend rest — Nightmare echo wounds detected. Freshmen party starts in the main hall in 1 hour. Olivia's presence confirmed.]
Party. End of semester, pure flex from the capital nobles to humiliate hicks like me. Aria warned to avoid female crowds, but fuck… networking was essential. Surviving in this matriarchal world required alliances, information. And Olivia would be there, in a simple uniform among that parade of expensive dresses — confirmed virgin, insane PV bonus if I turned the tease into something real.
I got up slowly, back pain throbbing like fresh whip lashes. In the cracked wall mirror, I saw the reflection: ordinary sweaty face, defined field muscles shining with sweat, deep black eyes from exhaustion. Classic mob. Took a quick cold mana shower, put on a clean uniform, and summoned the new serrated weapon to test — heavy, rusted blade but sharp with subtle traces of corrupted pink mana.
The main hall was already buzzing when I arrived. Mana crystal chandeliers lit everything in golden tones, endless tables loaded with exotic dishes — rare monster meats, elven fruits, wines worth more than my entire barony. Enchanted harps played softly in the background, while girls in sensual dresses dominated the space: deep cleavages showing off full breasts nearly spilling out, short skirts revealing white thighs, obedient semi-human servants at their heels.
The mobs like me — Daniel, Raymond, and others — clustered in the corners, hungry eyes but quickly looking away to avoid a scolding.
"Fuck, look at that one… Easy G-cup," Daniel whispered, mouth full of roasted meat.
"Keep it down, asshole," Raymond grumbled, adjusting his glasses while devouring a slim brunette in a green dress with his eyes. "These capital girls will enslave us if we look at them wrong."
I laughed low, but the Beast purred loud inside me. The smell of expensive perfumes, strong feminine mana, exposed skin… desire rising fast.
[+20 PV – Passive Exposure to Collective Desire]
[Accumulated Desire: +25%. Beast's Gaze available.]
Marie appeared in the center, in a simple school uniform amid that luxury parade. Whispers exploded around:
"Viscount's daughter and didn't buy a dress? What audacity…"
The princes and the five targets immediately surrounded her, Julius smiling surprised: "If we had known, we would have arranged one for you."
Marie put on a pitiful face, seducing them all. The script rolling perfectly.
Olivia was in the opposite corner, also in uniform, big innocent eyes absorbing everything. Still alone.
I approached slowly, plate in hand as camouflage.
"Hey, Olivia. Enjoying the party so far?"
She turned, a shy smile lighting up her pretty, ordinary face. "Shade! Yes… it's all so grand. I've never seen anything like this on my poor island."
We talked easily — about classes, the recent dungeon (I lied a bit about the wounds), the tower anomaly. She leaned closer again, the sweet scent hitting me like a punch to the stomach.
[Desire +40%. System: Gonna devour her in a dark corner, master? "Fake noble" virgin would give +1000 PV easy~]
I activated the Beast's Gaze without thinking twice. Eyes locked on hers, subtle mana leaking.
She blushed intensely, biting her lower lip. "You know… it's way too hot in here. Want to get some fresh air in the gardens? Just the two of us…"
Fuck. Worked way too fast. Her voice trembled with desire.
"Sure," I replied, hoarse. We slipped out discreetly, the corridor leading to the gardens lit by floating mana lights.
As soon as we turned a dark corner behind a large ornamental tree, she pulled me hard, trembling hands on my chest.
"Shade… since the library, I can't stop thinking about you. It's weird, but… I want you now."
Her lips crashed onto mine, hungry, tongue diving in fast in a wet, desperate kiss. Her hands slid down to my pants, feeling my hard cock spring free.
[+150 PV – Passionate Kiss (Virgin)]
[+100 PV – Direct Manual Touch]
I moaned into her mouth, hands squeezing her ass over the skirt. I lifted the fabric, fingers finding soaked panties.
"Fuck, Olivia… you're dripping wet as hell."
She moaned loud: "Please… touch me deep. I want to feel all of you inside."
I pushed her against the tree trunk, pants open, throbbing cock positioned at her hot, dripping entrance. Ready to thrust, break the virgin, claim the insane bonus —
*BRRRRR*
A loud bell rang through the entire academy. Not normal — urgent mana alarm. Salon doors slamming, distant screams.
Olivia froze, eyes wide. "W-what…?"
I stopped, panting, cock throbbing against her pussy, almost inside.
[Alert: Possessive Feminine Presence Detected – High Proximity. Imminent Interruption.]
[System: Fufufu~ Jealous little sister arriving, master? Or something worse? Don't cum yet… save that load for next time~]
From the corridor, a loud and possessive feminine voice: "Olivia! Where the hell did you go, you naive scholarship girl? The party's full of predators!"
A blonde girl with huge breasts appeared at the corner, tight red dress, hypnotic eyes fixed on us. Strong noble mana, the protective sister or jealous rival type.
Fuck. Interrupted right at the edge. Desire burned worse than ever, the Beast growling in frustration.
The party had barely started, and already complication. But the PV kept rising, control held firm. Time to hunt for real.