Consciousness hit me like a cold wave, followed by a heat that surged through every nerve. The last thing my memory recorded as a "Mob" was a suffocatingly sweet scent of roses and a subtle pressure at the nape of my neck. A high-dose sedative spell. Someone had drugged me from behind in the deserted academy corridor, right after I tried to play the hero in the laboratory.
When my eyelids finally flickered open, I wasn't staring at the dull stone ceiling of the boys' dormitory.
I was in a room lit by dim candlelight that carried the heavy, cloying scent of an aphrodisiac. I lay upon a king-size bed with black silk sheets that felt incredibly soft and cold against the bare skin of my back. Yes, someone had stripped me of my brown academy uniform.
Clang!
I tried to lift my hands, but the sound of clashing metal stopped me instantly. Both my wrists were shackled to the headboard by silver cuffs engraved with glowing reddish magic runes. Mana-Suppression Chains. Someone truly intended to lock up a monster like me.
"Finally... you're awake, my naughty little prey."
The voice was soft, yet it trembled with a madness that was barely concealed. From behind the velvet curtains, Lady Elara von Heist stepped out.
She was no longer wearing the rigid, prestigious uniform of the Heist family. Her body was draped only in a single transparent nightgown of white lace that hid next to nothing. Her stiffened nipples peaked through the thin fabric, and her marble-white skin was flushed red as if she were burning with a powerful fever.
"L-Lady Elara... what is the meaning of this?" I tried to catch my breath, though the scent of her body as she hovered over me began to scramble my shadow-knight logic.
Elara didn't answer with words. She crawled onto the bed, her movements like a predator that had just locked onto its kill. She sat directly atop my waist, pressing against my manhood with the weight of her petite yet firm body. I could feel the heat from her private area despite the thin cloth, a sensation that sent my blood racing violently toward a single point.
"You thought you could fool me, Alex?" she whispered. She leaned down, letting her long black hair fall over my face like a silk curtain. Her eyes... her crimson eyes were wide now, her pupils dilated with extreme arousal. "Back in the lab... the way your hand touched the floor wasn't the hand of a failing student. You deactivated that ancient magic circuit as if it were a child's toy."
Elara's cold fingers began to dance across my chest, her sharp nails lightly scratching my skin until they left red trails.
"I've always been bored with this world. Arrogant princes, bootlicking nobles... all of them trash," Elara suddenly gripped my jaw with surprising strength, forcing me to stare into the pure madness in her eyes. "But you... you are a diamond hiding in the mud. And I've just decided that no one else is allowed to touch this diamond but me."
Suddenly, she leaned down and buried her face in my neck. I winced as I felt her warm, wet tongue lick along my pulse point before she bit down hard into my skin.
"Ahhh...!" I groaned—not from pain, but from the strange sensation her bite sent shooting through my brain.
"Marked... I have to mark you before any other woman gets a look at you," Elara murmured between ragged breaths. She pulled back slightly, gazing at the reddened bite mark on my neck with a look of pure lust. "You are mine, Alex. Every drop of your blood, every inch of your skin, even your mana... it all belongs to Elara von Heist."
Elara's hand began to slide lower, moving into what remained of my trousers, gripping the center of my consciousness with a movement that left me no room to breathe. I could feel my usually controlled mana beginning to churn wildly under her touch.
"You want to release this mana, don't you?" Elara whispered in my ear, provocatively licking my earlobe. "I can feel it... the monster inside you is rebelling. Show me, Alex. Destroy me with your true power on this bed. Don't hold back... be as wild as I am."
She began to move back and forth atop my lap, a synchronization of lust and power. I knew I could shatter these handcuffs in an instant with a single touch of physical-enhancement magic. I could turn the tables and dominate her. However, seeing this arrogant academy genius now broken by lust and begging me to "destroy her"... a part of me found this incredibly interesting.
"Lady Elara... are you aware that what you're doing will ruin your reputation?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave as I stopped pretending to be a terrified Mob.
Elara let out a small, wild laugh. She pulled the shoulder straps of her nightgown until the garment fell to her waist, exposing her beautiful, pert breasts right before my eyes.
"Reputation? Politics? All of that is meaningless compared to having you beneath me!" she cried out softly, then she snatched my lips in a brutal kiss. It wasn't a romantic kiss, but a conquest hungry for taste. She bit my lower lip until I tasted the tang of blood, and we exchanged that metallic flavor within our locked mouths.
Her hands now began to unlock my cuffs with a magic key, but not to set me free. She replaced the short chains with her own firm grip, pinning both my hands against the pillow.
"If you try to run from this room, I will call every Heist family guard and hunt down every person who has ever spoken to you," Elara whispered, her face now only an inch from mine, her eyes flashing with pure yandere obsession. "But if you stay here... if you satisfy me tonight... I will give the world to you. Choose, my Hero. Be my king in this beautiful prison, or be destroyed with me?"
She didn't wait for my answer. Elara attacked my lips again, and this time, I no longer held back. I used my mana to return her touch, making the room vibrate as if under the pressure of two equally insane powers.
That night, beneath the shadows of the magnificent Magic Academy, the history of this otome world was officially shattered. Not by war, but by the wild obsession of a Villainess who had found the perfect target for her madness.