"This woman is going to break my arm!" Gritting my teeth, I felt the bones in my right arm creak in pain. The reason was simple—Leslie had stuck to again like glue, refusing to give even a mont to breathe. With her arms wrapped around mine, she walked beside , her cheeks flushed, occasionally letting out an innocent smile of pure joy, as if she were doing the happiest thing in the world.
"I don't want to end up one-ard," I thought. I'd like to make it to the test in one piece. Honestly, I feel much calr now; I no longer have the constant worry of being left out. Sohow, having Leslie around was a big help... not counting the fact that she almost ripped off my arm and the red-eyed glares from the male aspirants...
But right now, aside from the pain, my eyes were fixed on the silver-haired woman walking ahead of us. Well... so of the students... damn it, why is this happening to ? Wrinkling my nose, I could sll the hidden lust in the eyes of the aspirants as they ogled the curvaceous backside of the silver-haired woman... I'm like them, but not so blatant.
Show so decency, for God's sake. The woman in front is actually the director's daughter, and although she looks about 20, she's actually 120 years old... a mature woman in every sense of the word.
Emilia Rose White—a woman with a... unique character. All the students' eyes were fixed on her round and plump rear, but she didn't seem to care in the slightest. Let's be real, she's the type who enjoys being ogled... a complete pervert and an utter virgin. Even though she knows she's being watched, she revels in it.
She's very proud of her body and loves having n at her beck and call, but that very trait is her greatest weakness. She believes all n are under her control, and she craves attention—desperately.
With a smile on my lips, I thought the best way to win her interest is simply to ignore her. Emilia's character is basically that... In the ga, the protagonist, being the typical shounen blockhead, was as dense as a mountain, which quickly piqued the teacher's interest... but frowning, I realized that Emilia's ability doesn't affect at all.
[Under the Queen's Feet]—this ability makes any man in her presence lose control of himself, in other words, it turns him into a simpering fool she can use at her leisure. Every man so far has fallen under her spell without exception. Of course, she controls when to activate it and when not to... By the way, it only affects n. As for won...
"Sniff... Sniff... Sniff..." Leslie started sniffing the air. "Slls like a bitch..." She tilted her head, confused.
"I can't feel my arm anymore..." I rolled my eyes. As I was saying, won will sll an unpleasant scent... Now that I think about it, Professor Emilia's ability is more like that of succubi from the demon world... but she's human... strange... As I said, it affects everything, even demons.
In fact, her way of killing them is by driving them mad with lust... So why doesn't it affect ? I frowned...
"We've arrived! All of you should lie down on the beds scattered around the hall!" Emilia's voice was as cold as ice. She has a nickna throughout the empire, "The Ice Queen." Her indifferent eyes passed over each of the aspirants... but her silver eyes locked onto mine for a mont, and she hesitated. In seconds, her cold facade fell. She quickly turned her head and walked forward...
"I guess she noticed her ability didn't work on ," I thought. I felt myself being dragged—no need to guess who it was. Leslie was pulling by my now-numb arm.
"..."
She led to two beds in a more secluded part of the room. She pursed her lips tightly, staring at the bed in front of her, which was only big enough for one person.
"I think we could both fit if I lie on top of you... right?" she said sweetly.
"..."
"Each student in a separate bed!" Emilia's shout... she must have overheard Leslie's murmurs. For a mont, her cheeks flushed red before she quickly regained her icy expression...
On the other hand, all the n's faces were red and shy... Seeing their expressions, I couldn't help but click my tongue at how pathetic they were... But even so, looking around again, I couldn't find the female characters I was searching for, nor the male ones. Letting out a sigh... Now that I start counting, there are only 500 people in this hall with Leslie and ...
Which ans all the important characters are in another hall... Looking at the other aspirants, they're all just extras... like . Well, looking at it differently, they're actually free points...
"Tsk!" Leslie clicked her tongue in disgust at the professor's words. The re idea of being separated from filled her with hatred. "Should I kill that bitch?" she muttered dangerous words, giving a chance to finally free my arm...
"..."
My arm didn't respond—it was as limp as a noodle. Silently, I let my body fall onto the soft white bed...
"Ugh," I sighed. I feel excited. For so reason, I'm eagerly looking forward to the assignnt test. Haha, maybe this peace of mind is thanks to Leslie. Letting an obsessive, crazy woman protect leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but for now, I can't do anything about it... I need to rethink my options.
Leslie won't be able to protect forever... Well, given her obsessive personality, maybe she will...
Looking at Leslie, who had already closed her eyes... I closed mine too. For now, I'll just go with the flow. I want to have so fun, damn it...
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