I'm Irish Heartfilia, hailing from a low-class noble family. From a young age, my parents insisted that I befriend high-class nobles and royals, hoping to leverage those connections for their own gain. Despite my genuine desire for friendship, my attempts were t with disdain. Instead of companionship, I was treated as a servant or a re plaything for their entertainnt.
In my normal state, communication was a struggle. Every word I uttered seed to invite ridicule, fostering a deep-seated doubt in my ability to speak properly. This doubt eventually morphed into fear, rendering
unable to make eye contact with others.
Amongst the torntors, Princess Ingrassia stood out as the worst. Whether she's changed since our kindergarten days remains to be seen, but back then, she led the charge in bullying
relentlessly.
Despite the pain and humiliation, I had no choice but to comply with my parents' wishes and forge friendships with those who mistreated . It was a bitter reality I couldn't escape.
As I reached the age of nine, the realization of how my parents were using
began to dawn upon . To Princess and her entourage of lackeys, I was nothing more than a plaything for their entertainnt.
With each passing day, my resentnt towards them deepened, fueling a growing hatred within . This hatred manifested itself in the darkness of my mana, awakening an affinity for dark and soul magic within .
I dedicated myself to training both my body and magic, determined to grow stronger. However, I soon realized that my efforts were futile. Unlike , Princess and her cohorts had been bathed in elixirs since childhood, their mana capacity and physical strength far surpassing that of a re child.
But everything changed one fateful day when Princess Ingrassia, her voice dripping with arrogance and cruelty.
"Hey Outcast girl, Take this sword and go hunt uba for us."
(Uba is a pig monster in this world, they just like wild boar in our world.)
With a heavy heart and a voice barely above a whisper, I protested, "I... I'm only nine years old. I c-an't hunt monsters."
Princess's glare pierced through , her eyes ablaze with anger as she retorted, "You're a pig too. You can't even hunt your own race hahaha. Do you want to be with us or not?"
That ti I was angry enough to kill them but It was actually the turning point of my life. I sought solace in the nearby forest, the Azure Tempest, seeking refuge from the turmoil within .
Venturing only a short distance into the woods, I found myself perched atop a tree, my heart pounding with fear and anticipation. I waited in silence, hoping for an Uba to wander into my path, unsuspecting of the danger lurking above.
Fortune smiled upon
that day, as an Uba approached directly beneath my hiding place. Without hesitation, I leaped from my perch, my sword poised to strike with deadly precision.
Princess's sword was as sharp as her tongue, effortlessly slicing through the Uba's neck like a hot knife through butter. There was no ti for the creature to react, no chance for it to utter a sound.
As I witnessed the life drain from the Uba's eyes, a peculiar sensation washed over . It was not sorrow or remorse that filled my heart, but rather a perverse sense of pleasure. The act of taking a life, of asserting dominance over another being, ignited a primal thrill within .
Driven by this newfound sensation, I descended upon the Uba's lifeless form, stabbing and mutilating its corpse with reckless abandon. With each strike, the rush of pleasure intensified, consuming
in a frenzy of bloodlust and euphoria.
I couldn't comprehend the aning behind it, but my body seed to move of its own accord, instinctively responding to so primal urge. It was as if this newfound ability was guiding my actions, compelling
to act in a certain way.
Driven by this mysterious force, I continued to assail the monster's body with relentless strikes, each blow fueled by a surge of dark energy. It wasn't long before the creature's mana stone was dislodged from its flesh, shimring with an otherworldly glow.
With trembling hands, I reached out and grasped the mana stone, a sense of anticipation coursing through . As I made contact, a dark aura enveloped my hand, swirling and pulsating with an ominous energy. Without hesitation, I allowed the darkness to consu the mana stone, its power rging with my own in an unsettling fusion.
After that pivotal mont, my path beca clear. I abandoned any notion of befriending Princess and her cohorts, instead dedicating myself to hunting monsters whenever the opportunity arose.
Despite facing harsh criticism and physical punishnt from my parents, I remained resolute in my decision. Their disapproval only fueled my determination further, until eventually they ceased to acknowledge my existence altogether, deeming
a lost cause.
But to , their abandonnt was a form of liberation. Freed from their expectations and constraints, I flourished, honing my skills with each passing day. I beca adept at dispatching B-rank monsters with nothing but my bare hands, a testant to my growing strength and resilience.
And then, at long last, the mont I had been eagerly anticipating arrived: admission to Hero Academy. It was here that I knew I would have the opportunity to exact my revenge on Princess Ingrassia and all those who had wronged .
As I stepped into the academy and made my way to my dorm room, whispers about a 2v2 duel between Darwitz hero and Princess and Elminia echoed through the corridors. Anticipation filled the air, but as I approached the duel ground, I soon realized that this was no ordinary match.
What unfolded before
was not a fair contest, but a cruel display of power and privilege. It was a duel between Elminia and her accomplice against a slave, soone who had been brought with hero to the academy without even the basic knowledge of magic. It was a glaring example of the inequality and injustice that pervaded the high-class noble society.
Determined to intervene and stand up for the oppressed, I prepared to take the side of the slave and defeat Elminia myself. But my resolve wavered as I laid eyes on the unexpected participant.
Scarlett Nova—a figure of unparalleled beauty, her radiant white skin seed to glow as she entered the arena. Clad in bandages and a jacket draped over her shoulder, she exuded an aura of confidence and defiance. Her blindfold made her more erotic, accentuating her allure and making her presence all the more captivating.
In a matter of monts, Nova not only defeated but utterly dominated Elminia with her raw physical strength. Unlike , who had endured bullying in silence, Nova fearlessly confronted her adversaries, unafraid of the consequences.
As I watched her, a rush of emotions flooded through —admiration, envy, and sothing else I couldn't quite place. In that mont, I realized that I was drawn to her in a way I had never experienced before. Nova embodied everything I admired and aspired to be, and without realizing it, I had developed a deep crush on her. She was the epito of my ideal girl, and I couldn't help but want to emulate her strength and courage.
As the early morning light filtered through the corridors, the bustling of students heading to their classes filled the air. Amidst the crowd, I spotted a familiar figure—a young girl with golden hair and eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. It was Princess.
With a surge of determination fueled by years of resentnt, I approached her from behind and deliberately bumped into her, causing our books to crash to the floor with a loud thud.
"O-oh, I'm sorry," I stamred, feigning contrition. This was my chance for revenge. I expected her to react with anger, perhaps even retaliate physically, giving
the opportunity to strike back in self-defense.
But to my astonishnt, Princess responded with a charming smile and a gentle voice, offering to help
collect the scattered books. This wasn't the Princess I rembered from our childhood. She had transford from a spoiled brat into a well-mannered girl, and it was difficult for my heart to accept this sudden change.
As she handed
my book, she inquired, "What's your na?"
Her question hit
like a ton of bricks. How could she not recognize
after all the tornt she and her companions had subjected
to? It felt like she was mocking the hardships I had endured. Unable to bear it, I fled from the scene without uttering a word.
Taking refuge in the corner of the classroom, I activated my Suppression skill, ensuring that no one could sense my presence. My mind swirled with conflicting emotions. Had Princess truly beco a different person? How could I exact my revenge if she had turned over a new leaf?
As I sat there waiting for class to comnce, I seethed with anger at the sight of Richard abusing his authority, my fists clenched in frustration.
As I waited for class to comnce, my senses heightened, attuned to any wrongdoing that might occur. Unfortunately, I soon found myself witnessing an abuse of authority perpetrated by Richard, the Prince of Alida. My blood boiled with anger as I watched him threaten Nova-san, the woman I harbored a crush on, with enslavent.
I decided that I'll that bastard Richard, but
To my relief, Nova-san didn't cower in the face of Richard's threats. Instead, she boldly stood her ground and even mocked him, demonstrating her resilience and strength of character. Her defiance served to quell the flas of my anger, reminding
of the admiration I held for her.
As I imrsed myself in my reading, attempting to distract myself from the troubling scene, I suddenly felt a presence approaching , undeterred by my Suppressing skill. Before I could react, the person addressed
directly.
"Hello, I'm Scarlett Nova. What's your na?"
My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. It was as if my crush had descended from the heavens to grace
with her presence.
"M-m-?" I stamred, my voice betraying my inner turmoil and frustration.
I couldn't believe it was happening - I had made my first real friend, and to my astonishnt, it turned out to be my crush. It felt like fate had intervened, weaving our paths together in an unexpected twist of destiny.
As the days passed, Nova-san and I grew closer, exchanging conversations and sharing monts together. With her encouragent, I found myself able to speak a little more freely, breaking through the barriers of my past insecurities.
But the surprises didn't end there. Nova-san invited
to hang out, signaling what could only be described as a date - my very first one. Excitent and nervousness mingled within
as I anticipated our ti together.
Our date progressed smoothly until an unexpected incident occurred - I inadvertently killed an adventurer in front of Nova-san. Fear gripped
as I awaited her reaction, fearing her condemnation. However, to my relief, she didn't express anger or disappointnt. Instead, she showed understanding and compassion, easing my anxieties.
Later, as we walked outside, I decided to take a risk. I deliberately stumbled, knowing that Nova-san would catch . As she did, our faces drew close, our proximity igniting a longing within . Despite the temptation to kiss her, I restrained myself, unsure of her feelings towards .
Determined to confront my emotions, I resolved to confess my feelings to her. Yet, a nagging doubt lingered - what if she rejects ?, There's no way a succubus can be satisfied with a girl, Right? The uncertainty gnawed at , casting a shadow over my newfound courage.
Irish's heart overflowed with happiness as she reflected on the events of the day. Once again, Nova-san had co to her rescue, saving her from what seed like certain death. Was it fate that continually brought them together?
Entering her dorm room, Irish's joy bubbled over, prompting her to dance with unabashed delight. But her room was unlike any other - every inch was adorned with magical paintings of Asta, each depicting him in various poses and attire.
Approaching her bed, Irish noticed even her pillow adorned with a painting of Asta. Gazing at the images surrounding her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of affection.
"This room is perfect," she exclaid, her voice filled with adoration. "Everywhere I look, all I see is Nova-san."
Lost in her fantasies, Irish's thoughts grew increasingly passionate. "??Ah, the re thought of you," she murmured, her fingers tracing imaginary shapes in the air.
With a shuddering breath, she continued, her voice filled with desire. "??Bite , bruise ... My body, my soul, everything belongs to you, Nova-san??
."
As her fantasies reached their climax, Irish's breathing quickened, her body trembling with pleasure. "I'm... I'm cumming????," she gasped, succumbing to the ecstasy of her imagination.
Exhausted from her intense daydreams, Irish collapsed onto her bed, panting heavily. "Phew, that's the third ti I've indulged myself today," she muttered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassnt.
"Tomorrow marks Richard's birthday party, and I've made up my mind – I will finally confess my feelings to Nova-san."
"This ti, I'm sure I'll confess," she
reassuring
herself, determination burning in her heart.
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