Ren stood at the front of the academy he hadn't seen for weeks.
The massive buildings glead under the sun, the emblem of Aether High Academy engraved at the top. For a mont, he just stared at it — the place where everything had begun, and where too many things had gone wrong.
Then a familiar voice shouted from across the courtyard.
"REN!"
He barely turned before two figures sprinted toward him — Kaito and Greg. Both of them were panting, their uniforms slightly wrinkled, eyes wide as if they'd seen a ghost.
Kaito reached him first, grabbing Ren by the shoulders. "You idiot! You're really here!"
Greg didn't even say anything before wrapping his arms around Ren. His voice trembled. "We thought you weren't coming back… not after what happened."
Ren chuckled softly, the sa calm smile on his face as always. "It's nice to see you two after a while."
Kaito wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to act cool. "Yeah, well… so are we, Ren. So are we."
The warmth of their reunion lasted only a mont before Ren spoke again. "So, anything interesting going on around the academy?"
Kaito and Greg exchanged a look. Then both sighed at the sa ti.
"Not really," Greg said first. "Security's insane now. You can't even get through the front gate without two ID scans and a full bag check."
"They cranked it up to a thousand," Kaito added. "They even have drones patrolling at night. Guess they don't want another 'incident.'"
Ren nodded slightly. "That's to be expected, I guess."
The air grew a little heavy after that. Everyone rembered the attack, the chaos, the people lost.
Kaito finally asked, almost carefully, "So… are you coming back to school, Ren?"
Ren gave them a small, mysterious smile. "I'll tell you after I talk with the new principal. We'll catch up later."
As he walked toward the administrative building, he could still feel his friends' eyes on his back. The place was quieter than he rembered — no laughter in the hallways, no footsteps echoing down the marble floor and clearly academy was under tight control. Only the sound of humming security systems and the faint sounds coming fron classrom remained.
When he reached the office at the end of the corridor, he stopped.
A polished wooden plaque read: Principal Judith Harrington
He raised his hand to knock. But before his knuckles touched the door—
"Co in."
A calm, feminine voice called from the other side.
Ren froze for a second. "…How familiar," he muttered. The sa thing had happened the last ti he visited this room — back when the previous principal was still alive.
And she had been brutally killed only days after that eting.
Ren opened the door.
The woman sitting behind the desk wasn't what most would imagine when they thought "principal." Mid-30s, hair tied neatly into a bun, thin glasses glinting under the sunlight, and an air of absolute authority that could silence a room also a mature beauty unlike the last principal.
Her eyes were narrow, sharp, and calculating. She wasn't just watching Ren — she was analyzing him.
Ren imdiately recognized her. Judith Harrington.
He had heard plenty about her long before she ever ca here.
The Goddess's Eye.
That's what people called her. A rare ability, as mysterious and respected as Imperial Qi — the kind of gift that only appeared once in a generation.
Ren's instincts prickled. What's soone like her doing in a position like this?
She didn't belong here — at least, not in a re academy. Soone with that level of ability should be in the capital, working under the governnt or one of the Great Families.
Ren's thoughts drifted. Harrington… that's a Western family na. Hotels, influence, trade routes — they are one of the main business families in western Norbata.
Families like Asashi and Lans ruled the eastern half, just like how Harrigntons were doing the sa in west.
So why was she sitting here, of all places?
"Ren Arakawa," Judith said without looking up. "You can sit."
Ren took the chair across from her desk. "Principal, I'm here to submit my leave request. I'm quitting the academy."
Judith finally looked at him. No surprise, no emotion. Just quiet acknowledgnt. "I see."
Her voice was calm — too calm.
"What will you do after you leave?" she asked.
Ren crossed his arms. "I plan to beco a private hunter. It gives more freedom than being stuck under a guild. Less politics, more control."
For a mont, Judith didn't respond. Then she took the paper from him, signed it imdiately, and slid it back across the desk.
Ren blinked. "That's it?"
She smiled faintly. "It might be the best choice for you right now. Guilds are collapsing faster than ever. Even private hunters are faring better these days."
Ren leaned back slightly. "So… Valkyria Fang and Sirius are really on their way down, huh?"
Judith folded her hands. "They are. Sirius still has influence depending on Xinyue, but Valkyria? They're done. Blackmoon Drop's stopped following NDA protocols entirely. They're acting independently — and dangerously."
Ren frowned, lowering his gaze. "So no matter where I go… it's not safe in this country anymore."
Judith chuckled — a low, dangerous sound. "Exactly, Ren Arakawa."
Her tone shifted — sharper, colder. "A man with your ability… no matter where you go, you won't be safe."
Ren's eyes narrowed instantly. That wasn't just a warning. It felt personal.
"Are you threatening , Principal?"
She stood up slowly. Her heels clicked against the marble floor.
"Not at all," Judith said with a grin that didn't reach her eyes. "Just stating a fact."
The atmosphere in the room shifted. The air itself felt heavier, pressing down on him. Ren could sense her presence. A natural dominance that ca from both power and awareness.
Judith circled around the desk and stopped behind him. "It's no secret anymore, is it? My ability."
Ren didn't move. "The Goddess's Eye," he muttered.
She nodded. "Good. Then you know that when I look at soone, I see more than just their surface."
Ren's instincts told him to leave. Every muscle in his body tightened.
He asked carefully, "If you're so powerful… what are you doing in a re academy?"
Judith chuckled. "Because education, Ren, is where the roots of a nation grow. If soone wanted to destroy a country, they'd start here — by corrupting its foundation. I don't intend to let that happen."
Her explanation was too neat. Too rehearsed.
Ren looked at her over his shoulder. "You don't believe that yourself, do you?"
She tilted her head, amused. "Sharp boy."
Then her voice dropped a tone. "Now that you've quit the academy, you're not my student anymore. Which ans…"
She stepped closer.
In one motion, she placed her hand on the chair's backrest, pinning Ren between her and the wooden fra.
Her face was only inches away now, her eyes glowing faintly with blue.
"…I don't have to be formal with you."
Ren didn't flinch. He t her gaze directly, though his pulse quickened. The faint hum of energy radiating from her was unmistakable — an ability activating.
"What are you going to do," she whispered, "with that power of yours… the one nad Heartsteal?"
Ren's eyes widened slightly.
So she did know.
Few people even knew the na of his ability — fewer still had survived after finding out.
His voice was calm, but low. "Why does that matter to you?"
Judith smiled faintly. "Ohhh it does matter because depending on your answer...I'll decide who you will be when you leave this door."
***
Anna sat cross-legged in the corner armchair, a thick comic book open on her lap, but the words blurred. Every few seconds her gaze drifted to the empty air above the table, and a soft giggle escaped her lips.
Ren's voice echoed in her head—sharp, fearless, cutting through her mother's icy lecture like a blade. "You don't get to talk to her like that."
No one did that. Not the board mbers who bowed and scraped. Not the partners who smiled through clenched teeth. But Ren—so random boy whom she t because she lost her wallet had stepped between them without hesitation.
Heat crawled up her neck. The mory shifted.
Ren's hand had cupped her head, voice low: "You're so beautiful, Anna." The words lted her. She lunged, kissing him hard, clumsy, hungry. Their tongues t—hers shy, his guiding—until she gripped his hair and devoured his mouth like she'd die without it.
He stripped. Shirt gone, pants gone. Her eyes locked on his cock, thick and straining. "Your turn." She tore off her uniform, skin slick with sweat, small breasts heaving, the dark curls between her legs soaked.
"I'm yours. Do whatever you want."
She dropped to her knees. Hands explored—shaft, balls, every inch. She sniffed, licked, sucked. "You taste good." Her mouth bobbed faster when he groaned, pride flaring.
He stopped her before he ca. Lifted her to the bed, spread her legs. "On the pill?" A frantic nod. His cock teased her slit, then pushed in—slow, tight, breaking through with one firm thrust. She gasped, no sha, just need.
He found her spot, circled, pounded. She scread "Fill ! Fuck my pussy!" cumming hard, squirting, lost in bliss. He kept going until he exploded inside her, hot and deep.
Anna's breath hitched in the library, thighs clenching.
Anna's breath hitched. The book slipped lower. Her free hand moved without thinking, sliding beneath the pleats of her uniform skirt, fingertips brushing warm skin. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut as she was ready to feel what it felt like to be fucked by that handso boy.
But suddenly a shadow fell across the page.
She froze. Heart slamming, she whipped around—hand yanking free, book tumbling to the rug.
Hiyori stood there, arms crossed, dark hair tied in a loose ponytail.
Anna's face burned. "Ren's little sister?"
The girl tilted her head. "Can we talk?" she muttered, voice low, almost lost in the hush of the library.
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