I Missed the Entrance Ceremony
I slipped out of the cathedral church, only to run into a gaggle of freshmen chattering away in clusters. They were all buzzing excitedly about class registrations and club activities.
"Hey, hey, what should we do next?"
"I'm thinking of checking out that new crepe place inside the academy."
"Ugh, forget the crepes! Come experience the tennis club with me! That senior who was there earlier was super hot."
They milled about in little groups, wandering the academy buildings this way and that. One girl even threw a playful headlock on a guy and dragged him off. Watching their fresh, innocent antics, I paused for a moment.
Looks pretty fun.
Tennis club, though? The gold sun cave, a netorare classic. I silently offered a brief prayer for the duo marching right into it.
Wait, is it NTR or BSS? The girl seemed pretty smitten.
I shook off the thought. No point dwelling; it'd never end.
Anyway, I'd missed the entrance ceremony on my first day, so it was time to embrace the start of my lonely, solitary academy life.
Should've stayed in bed if I knew it'd be like this. Could've messed with the saintess some more.
Tsk. I smacked my lips.
The original story's heroine, Iris Cromwell. Way more stunning than I'd imagined. Her perfect iron walls and clear boundaries were practically optimized for netorare. Too good to leave to some other guy. Careful and composed personality—top-tier wife material. Yeah. Decided. If the chance comes, I'll seduce her somehow.
With that resolution, I started walking.
The Imperial Academy was vast. Insanely so. Dorm zones, commercial districts, theaters, restaurants, magic tool shops—everything was inside, on the scale of swallowing a whole provincial mid-sized city. The empire had carved out an entire district of the capital for it. And just as the empire pinned massive hopes on it, the academy proved itself worthy. A galaxy woven from the stars of countless geniuses and talents from every nation. Thus, the Imperial Academy's grandeur and prestige grew truly immense.
Admissions standards rose higher each year, leaving examinees wailing in despair. Though behind the scenes, spies mingled in, and the empire's full authority could intervene at any moment—a brutal underbelly.
Rustle.
The bushes shook. A faint rose scent tickled my nose.
My reverie shattered again. Someone was spying on me.
I turned. Peeking over the garden bushes was a pale pink head twitching nervously.
A grin tugged at my lips.
Now just seeing this girl makes me smile.
Amazed at myself, I covered my mouth with my hand. Quietly approaching, I ruffled the head poking out from the bushes.
"Eek!"
Rozalia flinched, her stiff pale pink hair melting into a gooey mess under my touch. As I pulled away, she slyly wrapped her locks around my fingers, begging for more.
"Whatcha doing there?"
She rose from between the bushes. Rozalia gave an awkward smile, lips twitching. Her face was flushed red.
"What's up? Got something to say?"
Her cheeks burned brighter. Twisting her body like a girl about to confess her first crush, she steeled herself, eyes fierce, and thrust her arm straight out.
"N-nuffin to dooo… Um, th-the theater! Let's go together."
Clutched in her fists: two crumpled tickets, soaked in her sweaty palms.
Like a shy girl dying to buy a guy with money. She handed me the soggy scraps.
"Pfft…!"
I couldn't hold back a snort.
"That's what had you hiding and blushing?"
Her face ripened tomato-red from my laughter. I slung my arm wide around her shoulders. Soft, massive breasts pressed against my arm, squishing heavily into my side.
"C-come onnn! It's a date invite, right? Let's go. Show me around, intro the buildings too."
Her eyes sparkled at my request. She nodded vigorously up and down.
"So why hide? I woke up missing your face already."
Squish, squish. I poked her squishy cheek with my index finger.
"'Cause it's embarrassiiiing…! You said you'd kiss me if I won… We promised…"
She whined, fidgeting her toes. My lips curled slyly.
"Oh yeah, forgot all about it. Wanna do it now?"
I chuckled, prodding her. At my teasing grin, Rozalia's head drooped. Ears red to the tips, she balled her fists and lightly punched my shoulder.
Thud. Thud. Pow-pow-pow.
Cotton swab punches, zero force. She was thrilled by the playfulness—it showed. I leisurely took her cute battering.
Look at her loving the teasing. Gotta mess with her more often.
Partner's emotions have reached the required level.
Acquired 1 Netoright.
The translucent window popped up before my eyes.
Whoa. Rozalia, you. You're way too easy. That's three now. Just two more for a Vulgar Netoright.
Happy dilemma: who to use it on?
With security this lax, you're screwed for life, Rozalia. Who told you to hand out Netorights so freely? Can't have you with weak guards. Vowed to break her in hard from the start.
I'll help you master emotional control... something even my past-life girlfriends sucked at!
Sensing my sinister gaze, perhaps? Rozalia's eyes widened, then shadows darkened her brow and eyes, unease plain on her face.
The date went smoothly. Rozalia chattered nonstop as we walked the academy, pointing out buildings and spilling original story lore. It didn't hit home much, but I crammed the rough layout and paths into my head.
New crepe stand: long line. We waited ages for our orders.
"Gimme one bite, Lady Bloomhart?"
Rozalia puffed her cheeks warily.
"Nuh-uh…! You'll hog all my strawberries again!"
Truth: we lined up twice. I'd gotten a savory crepe salad with cheese, ham, egg—meal replacement stuff. But her strawberry-ice cream-chocolate syrup sweet crepe looked delicious. She licked it with a face like she'd conquered the world.
Cast "one bite" skill, then snuck a head in during her guard-down moment and devoured the strawberries and ice cream whole.
"Mmm, tasty."
"Ah……."
Rozalia's mouth gaped. Seeing 70% of her crepe vanish, tears welled in her golden eyes, then she burst into sobs.
Thus, dragged by the hand back to the line's end.
Round two: matching strawberry crepes. With ice cream smeared on her grinning lips, I led a giggling Rozalia toward the theater.
The play ended. A red sunset bathed the pair exiting the theater. Streets were fairly empty.
A knight's selfless romance, sacrificing for his princess—pure saccharine. Didn't move me. Just munched popcorn.
Rozalia, though? Gripping her hands, teary-eyed, totally immersed.
Oh yeah, she was into this stuff.
After I died, she'd sunk into delusions, devouring romance novels nonstop. Guilt hit again.
Twilight streets. Rozalia suddenly halted.
Arms out, she whined.
"Knightie. Legs huuurt. Carry me."
I stopped, knelt slightly, offered my back.
"Hop on, princess. Your knight shall serve."
"Hehe...♥"
She leaped onto my back. Arms locked tight around my neck. Massive mochi tits squished against my back, soft and yielding.
Stood up. Then swayed my hips dramatically.
"Eek."
"Wh-what?!"
"You're heavy. Total pig princess. Knightie's back's gonna snap."
Thud. Her cotton-punch hit my shoulder.
"N-not a pig! It's all boob weight! You said it turned you on... liked it...!"
Her indignant chatter tickled my ear.
"Tastes change, can't stay the same forever."
Chuckle, and walked on. Entered a deserted alley after a while.
Rozalia hopped off my back. She giggled, smiling.
"Your turn till now? Mine now, knightie."
Continuing the princess-knight roleplay. Inspired to tease me back, she hummed, turned around.
Rustle from her chest. Pulled something from inside her dress: lacy pink bra.
She dangled it in the air, then tossed it to the dirt without regret.
"Gonna leave it here~ Some lucky passerby bum picks it up, it's a princess bra♡ gift♡"
The massive tit-cover, still hot and steamy from clinging bare to her chest, rose-scented, tumbled on the ground. My pupils quaked. Lips twitched.
She wouldn't let my guard down—dove right in. Pressed her tits flush to my back, rubbing and grinding.
Squish-squish. Bra-free bare breasts. Huge areolae and stiff nipples outlined, squashed against my solid back, shifting shapes, heavily jiggling.
Hnn... nipples huge... What do you feed 'em to grow like that?
Vulgar nips on massive tits. The firm strawberry tips dug right into my back.
"How's that, knightie? Turned on?"
Hot breath in my ear, provocative.
"Hah... Not at all. Takes more than this."
Played it cool, but my dick nearly surged up right there. Rozalia's body was too sensual.
"Ugh…"
Lips pouted. Rolled her eyes, scheming—then tip-toed up. Fingers covered my eyes.
Vision blacked. Heat from giant tits on my back surged.
"How 'bout this."
Darkness. Her breath whooshed in my ear. Voice shifted: pitiful, terrified, shame-soaked girl.
"St-stop... Hnng... P-please. Eek...! K-knightie's... haah hek♡ hurt...♡"
"N-no... Heeek, hnnget... D-don't strip meee... Haak♡ In front of knightie... Haaah...!"
Slap!
Palm on bare thigh. Flesh-smacking intensity.
Squelch, squelch.
"Eek! Hiiik...!! Uu, hiik!?♡ Ah... It's... coooming♡ Inside... nooo... Ohoh♡ Too biiig... O ohoook!?"
"Knightie... Eeheeet?! Close eyes, hek♡ Ahe.. Please. D-don't watch me get... defiled... O, ohoheet…?!♡"
Rozalia ground her hips into my lower half. Then slurped saliva sounds from her lips.
Schlurp, schluuurp—squelch, squelch.
"Haah ang♡… Ah, heek hekuuuk♡ My, my pussy ohot… flooded... Heek hiikuuuk♡ S-someone plug my pussy-nipple...♡ O hoooook!!?"
"Haaang… N-nooo… Bigger than knightie's, hik… hiikuuung!? Ut, uooook…! Hee♡ P-pussy, please resist♡ Ook?! Feels too good... can't... Ohooot♡"
Breath caught. This crazy bitch. My past life's 200GB hardcore netorare eroge collection—all full clears. She knew my vulgar tastes inside out.
Crotch weighed heavy. Blood rushed to my cock like mad, ready to burst.
Grabbed her slim wrist over my eyes. Yanked it off roughly.
Turned. Rozalia leaned on the wall, panting.
"How's that? Horny now? Hehet."
Tip-toed, whispered in my ear.
"Use a Netoright quick♡ Or your princess'll squirt solo right here."
Anxious about my stacking Netorights, she pushed to burn one now.
No answer. Instead, wrapped her slim waist tight, hoisted her up.
"Wha—huh? Hey, ah! K-Karn!"
Light as a feather. Only her forward-thrust tits swung heavy.
"Motel."
Where'd that slutty provocation go? Head down, cheeks flushed, she whispered meekly.
"Yesss♥……."
I chuckled, turned on my heel. Exited the alley.
Capital streets quiet at night. Netorights or whatever—first, educate that cheeky mouth and holes thoroughly.