Early morning.
St. Flower Royal Maiden Academy.
Silas had spent quite a bit of effort carefully carrying the "Succubus" back on his back.
Setting aside the two soft mounds pressing against his back, she was actually quite light. It was confusing, as clutching her thighs made her feel substantial.
Splash...
Silas wrung out a bandage in the water basin, and the water instantly turned crimson.
Bringing her back was a hassle, but treating her wounds was worse. To avoid leaving a trail of blood, the clothes he used to wrap her were already soaked through.
By now, everything that needed to be burned was burned; all that remained was the question of whether she would live.
As the city's premier noble academy, basic medical supplies and bandages were plentiful.
"..."
With a wound where the intestines were visible, Silas figured there was only a 50% chance of survival even in his previous life.
However, once the Princess was laid on the bed and the blood was wiped away, Silas saw a silver crest near her navel, similar to the Sister's. It featured a light-colored heart in the middle with slender wings extending from the sides.
The pattern was far more complex than the Sister's.
Before burning her blood-soaked dress, Silas found a small transparent bottle inside. It contained a thick liquid with a heavy scent of tomato juice, but if you smelled closer, there was a metallic tang of blood.
There was also a tool for drawing blood—a syringe-like device, but much finer, designed to enter a vein without leaving a noticeable mark.
"...Ugh."
Seeing her with her mouth slightly ajar, face deathly pale, and brow furrowed in pain.
Silas held the glass bottle to her lips.
"..."
She drank.
Gulping unconsciously, her throat moving on its own.
Silas stared at the jagged wound in her belly; one section of her intestines was practically shredded.
But there were signs of recovery.
The "tomato juice" bottle was empty.
She began to lick Silas's hand as he held the bottle; there were indeed a few drops on his fingertips.
Chomp!
"?"
The woman suddenly bit down on Silas's fingertip. He felt her sharp teeth pierce his skin, followed by her tongue pressing against it, greedily sucking.
"..."
He forced her jaw open, revealing teeth sharper than fangs.
As soon as the blood supply stopped, the healing of her stomach wound practically ceased.
So, the rumored Succubus was actually a vampire?
The syringes, the stolen panties... all just a cover-up?
"Fine."
Silas reached out again and slid his index finger between her lips, which were becoming flushed from the fresh blood.
"Gulp... slurp~"
She sucked greedily.
To be honest, besides the initial sharp pain, it felt somewhat tingly and numbing.
He wasn't sure if it was the effect of her drinking his blood or the sight of her lying there in only her underwear... the white valley between her breasts still wet from his cleaning. His "little soldier" began to stand at attention.
He felt he couldn't let her drain just one hand.
After a while, Silas switched to his left hand. This freed his right hand to inspect her crest.
It certainly wasn't something she'd drawn for fun...
Since his right hand was covered in saliva, it was only natural to wipe it on the deep cleavage of her chest.
He needed to find some clothes for this woman. Otherwise, she'd probably wake up and start screaming.
He worked until nearly dawn.
Silas was exhausted, but her wounds were mostly healed. Although she still sucked on his finger... he couldn't let her do it forever; he'd be drained dry.
He was tired.
He still didn't know if he'd be implicated when the Duchess's disappearance was discovered tomorrow.
The only person who knew he was invited was that female student, and it was impossible to go back to the manor now... things being as they were, he needed to sleep. He had hidden the Duchess's body in her wine cellar; that should buy him two or three days to react.
Once the woman on the bed woke up, her "hypnosis" ability might make the student harmless. Then he wouldn't have to kill anyone else.
The Duchess was one thing—killing a monster was easy—but killing someone with a mind... the Duchess... that feeling of blood soaking his palms, the slick texture.
It was a little nauseating.
Phew.
It's just a game. If he couldn't sleep after killing someone in a game, how would he ever hunt bandits in reality?
Before finally going to sleep, Silas found a spare student training uniform in the office and changed the Princess into it. The size was a bit small... but it was all he had.
Besides, after doing all this, even in a game, he felt fatigue.
He wanted a good sleep.
The way this girl acted before losing consciousness wasn't friendly. Now that he'd stripped her, burned her clothes, and even though he'd put her in a uniform, there was no guarantee her first act upon waking wouldn't be to try and kill him.
In the office, there were some "tools" left behind from his dealings with noble ladies and girls.
"Gag..."
He blocked her mouth to keep her from screaming.
Using chains left by a lady who was very familiar with prisons—who was that again? He couldn't remember.
He tied her to the bed, spreading her out and chaining her limbs to the bedposts. Silas set up a temporary bed on the floor some distance away; he wasn't picky about where he slept.
He blew out the oil lamp in the glass shade.
He tried to stop comparing the feel and size of her breasts to the Sister's.
"...Mmh."
"Mmph! Mmm!"
"..."
He hadn't been lying down for ten minutes when he heard the noise.
Was that a rat? Must be.
"Mmmph... mm!"
"..."
Silas got up and relit the lamp with a flint.
The room brightened again.
The Princess, who was supposed to be quiet, was struggling violently. Unfortunately, with chains on her neck and limbs, she couldn't get up.
She could only open and close her mouth desperately, trying to speak through the ball gag... which only resulted in saliva soaking the pillow.
The training uniform she was wearing was already a small size, and the top barely covered her crest. With her thrashing, it quickly rolled up, exposing her black bra and cleavage.
As for the bottom, it was just a mid-length skirt; her writhing made it roll up until it was as if she were wearing nothing at all.
"Considering you know nothing about me and would harbor hostility, I had to do this."
As he spoke, Silas narrowed his eyes.
Hiss.
Damn.
The area wrapped in black lace between her legs was becoming more defined as she struggled, that indented line becoming increasingly obvious.
He couldn't look. If he kept looking, his tactical posture would have issues.
"First of all, for personal reasons, I saved you. That is undeniable."
"Blink if you agree."
"Mmmph!"
"Don't 'mmph' me. If you understand, blink twice."
"..."
She finally, reluctantly, blinked twice.
"Secondly, this is my apartment at the academy. It's safe for now. I can remove the gag, but only if you don't scream. Otherwise, it'll be a hassle if the patrolling knights come."
"..."
She blinked again.
"You despicable, lecherous... mmmph?!"
Silas had barely removed it halfway before stuffing it back in.
"I really wanted to have a friendly chat with you. But it seems you don't understand your situation. Just now, your pupils changed color... were you trying to hypnotize me?"
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
Her eyes blazed with fire-like fury. Her cheeks were distorted, filled with humiliation—especially as Silas "gentlemanly" helped pull down her top and skirt.
"Let's leave it at that. I'll give you the night to think about it. Don't do that tomorrow. I don't have time to watch you constantly. I have classes in the morning."
"..."
The lamp was extinguished again.
She "mmph-ed" for a while, seemingly realizing her situation. She stopped wasting her strength struggling.
"..."
To be honest, Silas was truly exhausted. There would be plenty of trouble tomorrow.
Knock, knock.
But someone was at the door.
"..."
Silas didn't want to answer.
Knock, knock.
"Teacher... are you asleep?"
"?"
That voice. The student who invited him to the Duchess's manor?
[You realized the one person who could expose your actions has come to your door.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Get up. Perhaps you can break her into a real human doll and keep her in a dark room.]
[Option 2: Stay in bed. Pretend to be asleep, wait for her to leave, and wait for things to develop.]
[Proceeding with Free Simulation]
In the darkness, Silas could even hear the breathing outside the door.
This wasn't good.
If she came in and found a woman tied to the bed, he'd really have to silence her.
But pretending to sleep would mean missing an opportunity.
[You chose Option 1]
He had no choice; to keep the situation from escalating, he had to do everything he could. Otherwise, it would turn into a much greater danger.
"Teacher... do you hate me now?"
"I'm sorry. I knew it would be hard for you to attend the Duchess's ball, but I was so afraid of being punished that I said it anyway, making a good person like you go because you were worried about me."
"The Lady seemed very satisfied, which means... it must have been a struggle for you."
"Please, don't hate me."
"..."
Wait.
Silas opened the door and immediately saw the student, who was already sobbing quietly.
"Teacher... truly, I'm sorry."
Wearing a grey dress, she threw herself into his arms, crying harder.
"..."
Silas subtly closed the door. He didn't turn on the light; she wouldn't see the woman tied up inside.
"You just said the Lady was satisfied? You saw her?"
"Yes... the Lady even said she wants to host another ball with you soon. She likes you very much."
"..."
"Teacher, I don't know what to do... I know it's all my fault that the Lady targeted you. I... all I can offer is my body. I'll do anything... as long as Teacher can forgive me."
"..."
Despite being pressed against her young body and feeling her soft breasts, and knowing he could fuck her right now if he wanted to.
A chill ran down Silas's spine.
He was certain he hadn't just stabbed the Duchess in the chest; he had followed up with a knife to the neck. When he disposed of the body, it was already going limp, and the bowels had released. She definitely wasn't breathing.
She couldn't still be alive, could she?!