The blonde’s sharp voice echoed through the dark garden, loaded with a possessiveness that made Olivia instantly shrink against . I was still throbbing hard against her wet entrance, red head brushing her swollen lips, ready to break through everything and claim the virgin bonus the system promised. But the mana alarm — that high-pitched, urgent sound — mixed with her arrival shattered the mont like broken glass.
Olivia pulled away fast, skirt falling awkwardly, face burning red as she fixed her uniform. I cursed under my breath, struggling to shove my cock back into my pants — hard as rock, refusing to obey. The frustration burned worse than any wound from the Nightmare.
[Accumulated Desire: 65%. Alert: Risk of Partial Beast Awakening. Current PV: 4,162]
[System: Fufufu~ So close, master... almost ca in that delicious virgin. But look at that, the possessive little sister showed up to ruin the party. Her jealousy is sky-high... who knows, maybe a threeso later?~]
"Shut the fuck up," I thought, slowly turning to face the intruder.
She was stunning — platinum blonde, wavy hair cascading to her waist, tight red dress highlighting enormous breasts nearly spilling from the deep cleavage. Hypnotic blue eyes glowing with strong noble mana, pure capital heiress type. Her mana pulsed possessively, focused on Olivia like I was a real threat.
"Olivia! What the hell are you doing with this... hick?" Her voice was sweet but sharp as an enchanted blade. Eyes dropping to my barely closed pants, cock still outlining the fabric. A slow smile ford on her lips — not pure anger, but sothing far more dangerous. Jealousy mixed with curiosity.
Olivia stamred, voice shaking: "R-Rebecca... it’s not what it looks like! We were just... getting so fresh air."
Rebecca. The na hit mory — not from the original ga, but sothing new, maybe a distorted echo from the Nightmare or the anomaly. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even more, eyes now fixed on .
"Fresh air, huh? With your dick out and her soaked like that?" She laughed low, but without humor. "You’re way too naive, Olivia. A scholarship girl like you shouldn’t ss with hungry mobs. They only want one thing."
Fuck, she wasn’t wrong. But hearing it hit my ego — hungry mob? I was the Beast now, not common cannon fodder. The desire didn’t fade; it got worse. Her gaze on triggered sothing primal, the Beast purring in approval.
[ 50 PV – Exposure to Hostile Possessive Presence]
[Beast’s Gaze: Activatable on new target. Effect amplified by detected jealousy.]
Olivia lowered her head, ashad. "Sorry, Rebecca... did you co back early from the family trip?"
Rebecca huffed, stepping closer and grabbing Olivia’s arm with gentle but firm force. "I ca back because I felt you were in danger. This party’s full of predators — and not just the male ones." Her eyes returned to , subtly licking her lips. "You... what’s your na, hick? I’ve never seen such a... promising cock on a poor freshman."
The arousal surged treacherously. Cock throbbed visibly in my pants, betraying . She noticed, smile turning malicious.
"Shade," I answered hoarsely, voice low threat. "And you’re interrupting sothing private."
She laughed out loud now, genuine. "Private? In a public academy garden? Bold. But Olivia is like a little sister to — possessive, yes. If anyone’s going to fuck her, they’ll have to go through first."
Olivia blushed harder, murmuring weak protest. But Rebecca pulled her away, eyes still on . "Go back to the party, Shade. Before I decide to punish you for almost defiling my protégée."
They left, Olivia glancing back apologetically, Rebecca with a provocative wave. I stood there, panting, desire burning with no release. Cock aching from being so hard, Beast growling pure frustration.
[Beast Awakening: 40% activated. Temporary accelerated PV consumption.]
[System: Ai ai, master... almost reverse NTR, huh? But she’s interested. Her status: Non-virgin, but low exclusivity. High anal bonus if you conquer both. Possessive sisters are the best for the harem~]
I walked back to the main hall slowly, trying to calm down. The alarm had stopped, but the air was tense — whispers about a "minor anomaly" in the academy barrier, maybe an echo from the bigger tower. Nobles laughing nervously, princes still around Marie, showing off.
Daniel and Raymond saw arriving alone, curious eyes.
"Disappeared with Olivia, huh? Got anything?" Daniel winked, mouth full of another plate.
"Almost," I grunted, grabbing strong wine to drown the frustration. "Interrupted by a possessive blonde bitch."
Raymond laughed. "Rebecca Fou Holfort? Distant cousin of the royal family? She’s famous for protecting ’innocent’ scholarship students. And for being... demanding with partners."
Holfort. My distant surna? Coincidence or the Nightmare ssing with bloodlines? Her mana felt subtly familiar.
The night rolled on, but the hunger didn’t stop. I scanned the hall — so many targets: noble virgins dancing, Marie seducing princes, Olivia back in the corner shyly, Rebecca watching from afar with predatory eyes now on .
Nightmare exhaustion still throbbed, pain echoing — abused body, but the bitter victory gave strength. Soone handso and calm might show up to "help," but here it was just against the matriarchal world.
I decided to hunt. Discreetly activated Beast’s Gaze on Rebecca from a distance. She blushed subtly, biting her lip.
The party was just beginning. And the Beast wanted to devour everything.
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