Sword Drawn
I drew my sword. As a knight faculty cadet, carrying a real blade around the academy was nothing unusual.
It was a top-grade piece loaded with the nouveau riche antics of a merchant baron's coin. Priced enough to feed a commoner family for half a year.
I lightly ran my finger along the blade. It was honed so sharp it seemed like a mere glance would slice skin. Master craftsmanship. Not bad.
Before diving into full combat.
"Quite the beauty, aren't you?"
I pointed the tip of my sword at her, flashing a sly grin.
"But why reveal your true form?"
She froze for a moment.
"You've never shown your face in your life. From the original story... no, from what the world knows, everyone thought you were some bearded old geezer."
"......"
"Why the silent treatment? You chatted away fine through those corpses."
I closely examined her haughty face.
Something was off. I'd expected overwhelming killing intent or rage.
But her pale lavender eyes were trembling. Bewilderment spread across that pretty, proud face—like a carriage with busted brakes, swept up in emotions she couldn't control.
Finally, she let out a small sigh, her cheeks flushing red.
"Sigh, indeed. Why did I reveal myself before you?"
Her voice was sickeningly sweet. Her long legs, wrapped in stockings, quivered ever so slightly.
"Was it youthful longing? Or a miracle of love at first sight? Why did I wish to remain in your eyes as one mere woman?"
She cupped her breasts with both hands. Over the jet-black dress, her heavy cleavage jiggled pitifully under the pressure.
"To look good in your eyes. Just to linger there as a single flower?"
Her cheeks burned red.
"Only one thing I know for sure. My frozen heart, which I thought stilled forever, now throbs like it's about to burst. Something I've never felt in my entire life."
Her excited breaths spilled out.
"It's the first time. I can't get used to it at all. The pounding fills my ears so loud, it feels like it'll reach you through the air... and that's so embarrassing."
"......"
"Fragments of emotions I carved out for my vow—why do they sprout again before you?"
A literary girl in the throes of fever. The fresh confession of first love.
Desperately aching, romantic words.
"My name is Setina. Just... Setina...."
She gazed at me with wet eyes.
"Please, engrave my name in your memory just like that...."
It was pitiful. Enough to stir pity. But a hollow laugh escaped my lips.
"...Chilly death. You messing with me right now?"
This crazy necromancer claiming love at first sight? Even I almost felt my emotions stir.
Role-play over. I kicked off the floor, raising my sword and charging straight for her neck.
A strike without hesitation.
Ching-!
Purple death aura coalesced in the air, deflecting my slash.
The flush vanished from her face like it'd been washed away. A puzzled hand touched her chin. The proud dark elf's visage returned.
"Hmm... what could it be?"
Her eyes gleamed with eerie light.
"Ah. Aha! I get it now."
Her gaze slithered over my heart, my skin, every muscle like sticky licks.
"Your body. That shell. That's what piqued my interest...!"
Ecstatic laughter burst out.
"My vow. Like my corpses, desperately pretending to be human...! And not even moved by a necromancer's death aura!"
"If I tear it all apart and dissect every piece, I bet I'd know why my heart races like this."
She stomped gracefully, and intricate, complex deep-purple magic circles bloomed across the floor.
A living corpse. Desert nomad gripping curved swords in both hands. Face veiled and muffled. Overwhelming muscles twitching like bursting veins. A physique sculpted like a god from myth. If my brain hadn't warned me, I'd have mistaken it for human.
"Rahman Empire, Sultan's Royal Guard."
Setina whispered like introducing fine art.
"Shoulder-to-shoulder with the empire's swordmasters."
Her lavender eyes glazed dreamily.
"My beloved sovereign. Please resist fiercely. And become wholly mine...."
I kicked off the ground.
Not charging blindly. My body adapts, my mind finds the answer. A necromancer can't beat me. Summoning magic comes with counters embedded. Safety measures only the caster knows.
I inhaled deeply. The death aura filling the space—Setina's own. That was enough.
My brain presented survival tactics and the perfect solution.
The giant charged like a beast. Immense pressure. Overwhelming skill gap. Couldn't dodge fully. My forearm got lightly slashed. Blood sprayed.
Didn't matter. My hand touched his forearm. I reversed the inner death aura. Counter-summon.
Fsssh.
The massive curved-sword wielder crumbled into futile black ash, scattering across the floor. Setina's eyes widened.
"......???"
She stared blankly at the ashes.
Setina blinked. Her lavender eyes went wide and round. Clear bewilderment.
The dreamy heat faded completely from her face.
"What now? It ended without even a chance to resist."
I grinned. Her brows furrowed. Then she clenched her fist and approached herself.
Unbelievable.
"A necromancer doing hand-to-hand?"
"Live long enough like me, and you pick up everything whether you like it or not."
Deathly dark aura condensed thickly over her fist. Her skirt hem fluttered. She closed the distance personally.
Fast. Heavy. Fierce exchanges followed. I was pushed back. A mage's punches hit harder than most knights.
Superior dark elf agility. Her waist twisted, legs crossed. The smooth feel of stockings brushed my pant leg. Lavender-herb scent stabbed my nose.
Getting pushed more. Gap in experience and technique. Pushed before I could adapt.
"Got you."
Her index finger. The tip clumped with dark aura touched my chest dead center—right on my heart. An ecstatic, confident victory smile spread on her lips.
"......?"
In that puzzled instant. I slashed horizontally with my sword.
Screech.
Setina's waist split clean in half. Upper body flew into the air. Blood scattered.
But it wasn't over. The severed flesh knit back with black death aura in a blink, fully restored. Even the torn jet-black dress mended perfectly.
Yet. Setina, standing again, wore a strange expression.
She staggered back. The leisurely taunting from moments ago was gone.
"Ah...."
Just now it felt like WWE under her lead. Suddenly tossed into a merciless UFC ring.
Tears welled clear in her eyes.
"You're really not human...."
She whispered in a trembling voice. Transparent tears dropped down her white cheek.
"No heart. No worldly reason. Nothing tangible proves your existence."
She clutched her chest tight.
"A heart mimicking form, defying even the underworld's laws."
"I can't even grasp how you're alive and breathing. My lifelong vow, the truth I craved so desperately, stands before me defying all reason...."
She whispered pitifully, black-pearl tears streaming down.
"I should be overjoyed. Why does my frozen heart ache so painfully, tearing itself apart?"
What the hell comes next.
It was pure farce. I sighed shortly.
She's sobbing in my arms. A dark elf who's lived centuries. Former Black Tower Lord.
Heavenly Assembly member. Crazy corpse-fiddler. No, she's the corpse—fiddle her good. Sobbing like a child.
"Don't cry."
"...Hic."
"I don't know my body well either. Nothing I can explain."
"......"
"Seriously fell at first sight or what?"
I asked. Setina shook her head, burying her face in my chest. Fragrant lavender with herbs. Wet silver hair tickled my nape.
"I don't know. I don't get it either."
"Don't know, huh."
"First time feeling it, this emotion... just draws me in."
"......"
"My long-held vow. A body beyond laws. Should dissect it. Slice it open to see. But I hesitate. Can't bring myself to cut."
Her arms wrapped tight around my waist. Smooth stocking-clad thighs pressed my legs. Hot. Heavy volume of her brown breasts against me.
This. Windfall. Obvious one.
'...Whatever.'
Pumpkin rolled right to me, vine and all.
Rozalia's probably rolling with Descartes outside too. On the vulgar board she set. Why not me? Goal's netorase harem anyway. Seducing a villain ain't bad.
The original's brutal villainess? Not in front of me. Just a lovestruck rookie literary girl.
"Hic... probably the brain's the most alien."
She murmured, ear pressed to my chest. Necromancer's insight on reviving the dead.
"Brain?"
"Your body's strange overall, but the brain's the weirdest. Like a human, that exceptional insight inside... endlessly modifies your body to survive, adapting to the environment."
Authority on this stuff, as expected. So my adaptive genius is basically my brain finding survival paths tailored to the env, spitting out answers?
"So. What do you want?"
"...For my vow. Let me figure it out. Your body."
She lifted her head. Teary lavender eyes. Flushed cheeks.
"I think... I like you. Feels like a red thread choking my throat. So during class time. Meet me here. Let me study your body thoroughly...."
"Research my body, huh."
"Yes."
Mysteries of my own body I don't get. No downside.
I smirked.
"Fine. But on one condition."
"What?"
"One favor from me later. Grant it no questions asked."
She beamed, tears still pooling.
"Yes. Anything, my sovereign."
Perfect. Time to add this dark elf to my vulgar netorase system harem.
I walked the corridor.
Utterly devoted pure love. Miracle love at first sight. Fate's red thread. Centuries-old dark elf sobbing in my arms.
Overdid the doting. Vulgar delusions flooded my head after ages.
Who to pair her with? My blood kin back home popped up. My little bro. Barely legal, eyes suddenly awakened to lust, flipping maids' skirts—that low-IQ brat.
Short. Gut bulging out. But checked in the bath once. That kid's dick was monstrously huge. Freakish mega-tool. How'd those genes pop out? Sis Kaire took after overbearing mom.
Mom must've gotten knocked up by some backwater retard. Anyway, he's a horny wild boar now.
Throw Setina at that ugly fat shorty. Turn the lofty ex-tower lord with overwhelming power into the pervert dwarf's exclusive sex slave.
Fantasy stage: family manor entrance. I return home after ages. Open the door. Greeting me: two nudes.
"Hehe... sis, ass, gimme ass...."
"Hng, ahh...! Get off, get off...!"
Fat kid like a bloated pup clings to Setina's smooth jet-black thighs. Bro grinds his raging monster against her plump ass, bucking wildly. Sweat rolls down the dark elf's perfect back curve.
His short stubby fingers grope her tits greedily from behind. Setina's face flushes with shame. Lavender eyes spot me at the door and shake wildly.
"M-my sovereign...! Y-you're, hng! Back...!"
She struggles to peel off the bloodsucker on her ass. But he sticks like a leech.
Slap, slap. Dull hip-smacks fill the entry.
"Fuck, hold still! Gonna shove in your pussy hole, heuuung...."
"Haaang! Stop, please stop...! Sovereign's watching, ahhk!"
Setina glances at me, whispering pitifully. Voice quivering sweetly.
"S-sorry, my sovereign. This brat... so obsessed with pointless breeding.... Stamina, haa...."
His blunt glans raw-rubs and prods her slick slit. Setina's throat unleashes a dying moan.
"Hiiik! N-no, not there, haaauuk...!♥"
Sticky clear fluids drip between her thighs. Marble floor slicks up. The witch who lived centuries for ascension writhes like a bitch under a cum-brained retard's thrusts.
Fucking hot.
"Heh."
I let out a low chuckle in the empty hall. Steps lighter. Lips twitched up.
Hope the day comes soon to use vulgar Netorights with Rozalia.