As I sat down, my eyes instinctively wandered to the entrance—just in time to see the main character step in. There was something about him. His eyes were pure, calm, untainted. That alone made Sheila, smile. "Finally," she seemed to think, "not another lustful man."
He introduced himself, and for a moment, the class leaned forward with interest. He had perfect hair—messy, but in a way that only enhanced his appearance.
Lean and tall, he had a physique like those noble heirs from fantasy dramas. But what truly stood out were his eyes—pure red, as if untouched by the world's filth. Innocent, calm, dangerous in their own quiet way.
Then came the twist.
"I'm a commoner," he said plainly.
The class recoiled like he'd announced he had the plague. Their expressions morphed from admiration to disinterest within seconds. Whispers started again, and the chatter returned, ignoring him entirely.
He wasn't disheartened, though. From the looks of it, he was used to this treatment. His eyes scanned the room and noticed the only seat left was next to Luna.
Oh boy.
She didn't even glance his way. Her head rested on her hand as she stared blankly out the window. With an awkward expression, he walked up and sat behind her, careful not to make a sound.
She didn't care. Or rather, she refused to care. The atmosphere around them was unbearably tense—not for her, but for poor Miguel, who sat a few seats ahead, trying to disappear under the desk.
Andrea, on the other hand, glanced over with visible pity. While the rest of the class offered him the cold shoulder, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.
As for me?
I sighed and wondered if I should... intervene. Maybe seduce her?
Just for practice.
Activating my Seducing Aura, I made sure to direct it subtly toward Andrea—only her. I couldn't afford to make a scene. My aura was still weak, barely noticeable, like a warm breeze on a summer day. But it had its effects.
We started talking—just casually at first. She seemed surprised at how comfortable she felt speaking to me. Her voice was soft, and her eyes were kind. The more we chatted, the more she tilted her head curiously, as if trying to figure something out.
She shrugged the feeling off just as Sheila clapped her hands, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Today's lecture," Sheila began, "will cover the Kingdom's defensive measures against demonkind, and the basic abilities of demons—how to survive their ambushes and recognize their energy."
Honestly, I already knew all of it. Years of preparing for this world had left me overqualified for most academy-level demonology. So instead, I shifted my focus to Andrea, slowly continuing my seduction game.
Her eyes, once so pure and uncertain, were now warmer—brighter. Our conversation carried on, and she seemed to relax more with each word. There was no discomfort, only a strange comfort in the air, as if her instincts trusted me.
After the lecture ended, the class emptied out, most heading to the cafeteria.
Miguel and Luna remained behind, the silence between them louder than a warhorn. Luna didn't even acknowledge his presence. She took out her lunchbox and began eating alone, as if he were a ghost sitting beside her.
Meanwhile, Andrea walked up to me and—without warning—grabbed my hand.
"Let's eat together!" she said cheerfully, pulling me forward. I blinked in surprise, thrown off by her energy. We had just met. Could my aura really have worked that well?
We reached the canteen, the two of us side by side. A few students stared, whispering, but no one dared speak aloud. After all, I was under the protection of the Ashen family. Their reputation alone kept curious tongues tied.
While we ate, I spotted her—Amy.
Dark, short hair framed her mature features perfectly. Her amber eyes held a quiet confidence, her posture refined. She was elegant and poised, like a noblewoman who knew she was desired.
And then, Selena.
The gamous villainess. A sadist with a mean streak a mile wide.
While I was talking to Andrea, our eyes met.
Just for a second.
It was enough to send a chill down my spine. Her stare was sharp, dissecting, and filled with disdain. She looked away just as quickly, curling her lips into a disgusted frown.
I twitched. My eye actually twitched.
And i sighed pandering i already had plans for next week—plans that included surviving the upcoming ranking exam. Each student would face off against their seniors to evaluate our strength and determine the academy rankings.
While chatting, I noticed a bit of sauce on Andrea's cheek.
Without thinking, I leaned in and gently wiped it off, my finger brushing her skin.
She blinked. Her cheeks turned crimson. I quickly coughed and changed the subject, pretending nothing happened. But she didn't seem offended. If anything, she looked... happy.
I smiled. She had talent. Good talent.
A summoner—one with an affinity for spiritual beasts. In the exam, she would summon one of the rarest, most powerful spiritual species—a Dragon. And she would play a crucial role in the story ahead.
After lunch, we returned to the classroom together. I noticed Luna had just finished eating. Miguel, on the other hand, had his head buried in his arms, clearly trying to erase himself from existence.
Andrea and I took our seats.
Just then, luck gave me a chance.
A crumpled ball of paper was flying through the air—unseen by Luna. It was about to hit her square in the forehead.
I acted.
Leaning forward, I caught the paper and stopped it from hitting her. The two of us were now incredibly close. Her eyes widened as I held up the paper between our faces.
Her cheeks reddened.
"Why is your face so red?" I asked innocently, tilting my head.
She blinked, clearly flustered. Composing herself, she sighed, rubbing her temples.
"What's wrong with me today?" she muttered, then knocked herself lightly on the head. "You've just met him. Why is your heart pounding so fast?" She thought
I nearly chuckle at her reaction
But before I could add more fuel to the fire, Sheila burst into the classroom.
The second half of the day dragged on. Hours felt like centuries. When class finally ended, Andrea and I exchanged contact details.
We were both assigned dorm rooms today. Sheila handed us our room keys in her office—along with Miguel, who silently accepted his without a word.
I gave him a warm smile. But honestly? I felt guilty. His main heroine was slowly gravitating toward me.
Andrea and I waved goodbye. I made my way to the dorm building, key in hand, ready to claim my room.
I found Room 130 and inserted the key.
Nothing.
I twisted again. Still locked.
Confused, I tried once more.
"Are you a fucking stalker?" came a cold, venomous voice behind me.
I turned—and met Selena's icy glare.
She looked at me like I was an idiot. My eye twitched again. Why did it always have to be her?
I looked back at the door. Room 130.
Wait. My key said 139.
The sticker over the last digit had blocked the number. I hadn't even noticed.
Sighing in defeat, I turned back to Selena. "Sorry. Honest mistake."
She just stared at me like I was garbage.
I activated my Seducing Aura—not to win her over, just to ease the mood a little.
It barely worked.
She still looked at me like I was some dumb peasant trespassing on holy ground. I explained everything quickly, apologized again, and backed away, finally heading toward the correct room.
Still, her stare lingered in my mind.
Selena.
Villainess... she was going to be trouble Sooner or Later if i get close with her..