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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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On a bed filled with the faint scent of incense, a muscular man held a cigarette.
Beside him, a woman with ordinary looks pushed back her sweat-dampened hair and called the man’s name.
“Orland. Really… you’re different from other men.”
The man’s lips twitched in a conceited expression.
His tanned skin was covered in a mess of scars from street fights.
His blond hair, sticking up like a sea urchin, further accentuated his menacing appearance.
His name was Orland.
Once a criminal who roamed the back alleys, a violent man who had beaten people to death with his fists, he now proudly held the position of a knight thanks to his connection as the Hero’s relative.
He framed all his evil deeds as “manly” and described the people he beat up as being unmanly.
He thought of himself as being closer to an alpha male than an ordinary man.
A wild, powerful male.
Like his uncle, the Hero, he believed it was natural to take another man’s woman and that, as the leader of the pack, he deserved to have everything he wanted.
He took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled.
The woman watched the white smoke with a captivated expression.
She was a woman who had willingly offered her body, having fallen for the man’s muscles and his uninhibited actions.
Whenever women praised him, Orland would nod curtly and say,
“Of course. The Hero’s blood flows in me, after all.”
The Hero’s blood was his pride.
The source that made him strong and confident was this very blood.
Compared to that potent blood, all the pleasure happening at the academy was nothing more than practice.
“So, how are things going with that girl, Sylvia?”
“Fuck, don’t even start. She totally freaks out if I even try to touch her tits.”
Orland shook his head and threw the cigarette down.
The cigarette, landing in the ashtray, quickly went out.
The woman massaged Orland’s shoulders and said,
“I told you, just come to me, okay? Why do you care so much about a girl like that? I can treat you well, Orland. My family is very prominent. Your uncle would be happy if you married into a family like ours.”
“Hey, fuck, Sylvia is a recognized genius in the magic department. Huh? Once she gets into any magic tower, she’ll be on a completely different level from you. She’s an orphan bitch, so if she succeeds, she’ll become a never-ending spring.”
The woman pouted.
She loved Orland’s rough charm, but the words he spat sometimes hurt her heart.
“Then why don’t you just make it a done deal instead of dragging it out?”
“I’ve tried a few times, but with mentally weak girls like Sylvia, if you force it when they don’t want to, they kind of lose their minds. Fuck, I’m trying to get with her for her magic talent, so what good is she if she’s lost her mind? Just you wait. I think she’ll give in if I push just a little more. Fuck, those tits and that ass, once she lets me have it just once, it’s fucking over.”
The woman silently hugged Orland from behind.
Orland thought the woman had been getting too clingy lately.
She wasn’t on his level, just a fleeting connection he could easily break off, so why was she being so burdensome?
Orland decided he needed to get rid of this woman soon and pushed her hands off his neck.
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Sylvia and Orland’s dates always followed a similar pattern.
They would arrive at a park or a deserted street, and Orland would naturally make a move, placing a hand on the wall or wrapping an arm around her waist to initiate skinship.
Sylvia would startle, her body stiffening, and reflexively push Orland away with a tearful expression.
Then Orland would glare at Sylvia as if he wanted to kill her, let out a deep sigh, and apply sinister pressure, but Sylvia, while fidgeting with her hands, would say firmly,
“I-I’m… not ready yet…”
Even with her face flushed red and a tearful look, she clearly expressed her refusal.
Then, no matter how much of a scumbag Orland was, he couldn’t press her any further.
Sylvia was a commoner, but her friend was the daughter of the renowned Plancia family, and she was an outstanding mage with the potential to be accepted into any magic tower at any time.
If he raped her, he would lose everything he had worked for in a moment of pleasure.
That calculation was always running through Orland’s head.
Her hesitant attitude, her bowed head, and her trembling legs always told him, “soon.”
Orland would then think of the many days left at the academy, nod, and pretend to respect her wishes.
“Oh, thank you. Um… I’m just awkward and scared around men… I’m sorry.”
Sylvia would then apologize to Orland and always leave his side, promising to try harder.
After sending Sylvia off to the women’s dormitory, Orland would sit in the park and smoke a cigarette.
In the park, which was officially a no-smoking area, there was no one who could tell him not to smoke.
In the first place, there was no one who could approach the ill-tempered Orland.
“Excuse me.”
Except for one person.
The notorious prostitute of the academy’s magic department.
Sophia.
Orland knew of Sophia.
He had heard stories praising her, saying she was amazing after they had used her services a few times.
But strangely, Orland and Sophia had never crossed paths.
Orland had plenty of women to fuck without needing a prostitute, so he had never been interested in her.
Sophia, for her part, had her own reasons for avoiding him, lacking the confidence to drain the life force from the Hero’s relative.
“What? You’re Sylvia’s friend, Sophia. Right?”
“Oh, you remembered me.”
Today, Sophia didn’t have her usual gloomy appearance.
With her hair tied up and her uniform worn neatly, she exuded a different kind of charm.
His body, which had been heated up from pushing Sylvia just a moment ago, was now sending signals to fuck the woman in front of him.
Orland looked around.
No one was paying attention to him and Sophia.
He had arranged a different schedule from his friends for his date with Sylvia today.
Orland said,
“Hey, what are you here for?”
When Orland lowered his posture and asked, Sophia was slightly startled by his sharp gaze and turned her head away.
Orland grinned, finding her sweating and trembling legs amusing.
No matter how many men she had dealt with, how many could an academy prostitute have really met?
In front of a true male like him, all women were bound to turn into females.
Sophia said,
“Um, I… could I have a moment of your time…?”
“Hey, you’re not going to charge me, are you?”
“N-no…! This is just my c-curiosity…!”
“Curiosity?”
“There are rumors… that you’re amazing at sex… hehe…! So, I like that kind of thing too, so I was curious just how good you are…”
Orland laughed.
Sophia had shed her lively image and returned to her usual gloomy self.
He thought she was truly living up to her reputation as the academy’s top prostitute.
After laughing for a while, he stopped and asked,
“Hey, let me be clear. I fucking hate it when girls say shit like, ‘I’m pregnant,’ or ‘take responsibility.’ Especially if a slut bitch like you says something like that, I might get pissed off enough to kill you. So think carefully before you answer. It’s really just for fun, right?”
Even after hearing his murderous words, Sophia smiled brightly and nodded.
“Ah, yes… um… if you like it, you can come again… hehe…”
It was enough to make him think she was seriously crazy for sex.
Orland stood up and asked,
“Where are we doing it?”
Since he hadn’t been able to make any progress with Sylvia today, Orland wanted to get his rocks off.
Seeing Orland’s willingness to follow, Sophia stood up and said,
“F-follow me.”
The place where Sophia prostituted herself was the “abandoned building near the magic department.”
Orland considered this an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity about where in that old building they had sex.
“H-here it is.”
Sophia opened the door and cautiously let Orland inside.
“Oh.”
Orland’s eyes widened in surprise.
The room was unexpectedly clean for an abandoned building, and the rather luxurious furniture was reminiscent of a high-class establishment.
Click.
Orland scoffed at the sound of the door locking and turned around.
Sophia stood there with a triumphant look on her face.
Orland unbuttoned his shirt and said,
“Hey, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to get undressed?”
“Master!”
“What?”
As Sophia shouted “Master,” she hugged Orland tightly.
In that moment of confusion, the closet door behind Orland burst open, and someone grabbed his head and shouted,
“Now!”
Sophia and Evan.
The two of them used their life force absorption at the same time.
Orland’s eyes rolled back as he screamed.
“Nghoooooook!”
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Thanks chaos!