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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Cecilia.
The future student council president, the top student in the magic studies department. Heiress to fire magic, courted by sponsors and the Royal Noble faction.
If Ella was the best swordsman, Cecilia would be the best mage. Revenge on Ella, indifference towards Cecilia.
Cecilia, fueled by the Salamander trait, burned with a fiery passion that threatened to consume everything.
Her intense, overwhelming affection had driven Egenir away in his first regression. He’d spent most of that turn just trying to protect himself from her advances.
‘Whoosh!’
The heat emanating from her heart, amplified by Salamander, her fire magic, and the mana circuit method, radiated from her touch.
“Aaaaaah! Shit!”
A nightmare.
He bolted upright in his bunk, landing on the floor with a thud.
“Egenir!”
Running only made her pursue him more intensely.
Flames erupted from her body, engulfing her from head to toe, setting the room ablaze.
“This…This is a girls’ forbidden zone!”
He invoked the academy rules. As the future student council president, she shouldn’t be breaking the rules. There was still a way to stop her.
“It’s okay.”
“Huh?”
“No one will know I’m here.”
“Are you planning to kill everyone?”
“No, I mean, there’s no one here.”
“No one here?”
He realized Shelton hadn’t returned, and despite the commotion, no one had come to investigate.
“I cleared the area.”
Cecilia, despite her commoner background, had the full support of the Blazing Magic Tower.
“I contacted the Tower during afternoon classes and arranged a one-day excursion for everyone in this dormitory, all expenses paid.”
“What?!”
Even her spending habits were on a different level. She’d sent the entire male population of the low-ranking dormitory on a trip just to sneak into his room.
No student, even aspiring swordsmen, would refuse a free trip sponsored by a Magic Tower.
Especially those from the impoverished dormitory.
‘Crackle!’
The bed caught fire, the flames spreading to the ceiling.
‘Cough!’
Egenir coughed, choking on the smoke.
“Now, can we talk? I have a lot to discuss about the student council.”
“Keep your clothes on!”
“But I’m so hot…Egenir, why are you pulling away?”
She advanced, flames dancing around her.
He’d be burned alive…
‘Doesn’t it hurt?’
The reason he’d avoided her in his first turn. Whenever she got excited or angry, she’d burst into flames, becoming untouchable. He’d run away to avoid being constantly burned.
He’d been more concerned with survival than romance, let alone affinity. He considered his newly acquired Salamander trait.
‘Fire resistance…’
That was it. The trait. The key to Cecilia’s affinity project.
The only thing that could withstand her Salamander trait was another Salamander trait. He wasn’t bursting into flames like her, but he didn’t feel the heat.
‘The smoke…’
Just a lingering trauma. He could breathe the smoke comfortably, as if it were ordinary air.
While he was analyzing his new trait, Cecilia approached, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her shirt was half-unbuttoned, her underwear visible.
Her skin, flushed with heat, was practically bare. She pressed her knee between his legs, trapping him.
“Now do you want to talk? I want to…get closer to you, Egenir.”
She whispered in his ear, her voice husky. Surrounded by flames and smoke, she looked like a goddess of fire. He couldn’t deny her beauty.
‘She’s a crazy yandere!’
The fire was manageable, but her obsessive personality wasn’t. Her possessiveness burned like an inferno.
The flames weren’t just a manifestation of her trait, but of her personality. A destructive desire to consume anything that wasn’t hers. And she was currently recognized as the top student in the magic studies department.
During the demon invasion, she’d become a force of nature, a walking inferno. No one could stop her rampage. The demons, reduced to ashes, were almost pitiable. And now, she was cornering him.
‘My pajamas!’
His green pajamas burst into flames.
“Ha…”
She sighed, running her hands over her exposed skin.
“Warm.”
His Salamander trait, reacting to hers, was also trying to ignite.
“I…I think I’m losing control…”
Her arm and leg pinned him, preventing him from escaping. Her lips approached his.
‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’
Even 50 was dangerous. A kiss would push her over the edge.
“Hmm?”
She was sensitive to his body heat, and body heat was regulated by blood flow. And blood flow…His body, despite his reluctance, was reacting.
“You seem…tense.”
She ran her hand down his pajama pants.
‘Whoosh!’
His pants ignited. His arousal, nearing 70%, was evident.
“Are you…hard?”
She was in full yandere mode, driven by her own desires, ignoring his protests. She stroked him gently, her tongue tracing his lips.
‘Aaaaaah!’
He couldn’t escape. Even if he could withstand the heat, running away would only trigger her murderous rage.
‘Slurp!’
Her tongue invaded his mouth, exploring, tasting. Pressed against the wall, he hardened further as she caressed his naked body.
“Ha…”
She lowered herself, sliding her panties down with one hand.
“Do you want this?”
His mind screamed no, but his body betrayed him. He knew saying yes would be a disaster.
‘Rustle!’
Cecilia, perhaps due to her magic studies, seemed knowledgeable about… intimacy. She prepared herself, her fingers tracing her folds. The kiss deepened.
‘Someone stop this!’
He was trapped, unable to refuse.
“Shall we…begin?”
Her body burned even hotter. Even with his Salamander trait, he could feel the intense heat. There was no escape. She pressed against him. Standing sex…how novel.
‘Crash!’
The window shattered, and a figure burst into the room.
“Egenir! Are you alright?!”
Ella.
“There’s a fire! I know it’s the girls’ forbidden zone, but no one seemed to be around, so I came in!”
Ella, having also skipped the afternoon classes for Horfin’s training, hadn’t gone on the Magic Tower excursion.
She was the only one who knew about the fire. And she saw Egenir, half-naked, trapped in Cecilia’s fiery embrace. A scene straight out of an erotic painting.
“A demon?!”
Ella exclaimed.
Cecilia, engulfed in flames, looked demonic.
“Who are you?!”
Cecilia roared, flames erupting from her body, forming fiery whips that lashed out at Ella.
“This heat!”
“Help me!”
Egenir screamed.
Ella, seemingly understanding the situation, nodded.
“As a descendant of the Gainz family, masters of Dragon Swordsmanship, it is my duty to slay demons! I shall fulfill my duty!”
Ella’s sword glowed with the power of Dragon Swordsmanship as she deflected the fiery whips.
“You…You interfered last time, too!”
Cecilia, enraged, remembered Ella interrupting her attempt to “rescue” the unconscious Egenir when her affinity was at 49.
Ella had knocked her out, preventing her from taking him. She’d won that fight, but this was different.
Cecilia needed time to reach her full power, her “berserk mode.” And the Cecilia before him was already far beyond that.
‘We’re screwed!’
A fully prepared mage was a terrifying force.
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[Jesus Christ these bitches are crazy gawddamn]
I’m on the edge of my seat!