The Princess's Second Declaration and the Class Rep's Permission
Freya von Aurelia.
Throughout the long and storied history of the Arhen Empire, the noble title of imperial family had been strictly separated from commoners by a unique and rigid naming convention — the family name of Aurelia placed after the given name.
Commoners could never so much as possess a surname from the cradle to the grave, and high-ranking nobles flaunted their family prestige by placing theirs before their names — but only the imperial family who ruled the empire appended the epithet von Aurelia after their given names, radiating an absolute distinction and divinity in their very existence.
That single, noble, frost-sharp name alone was enough to make it overwhelmingly clear that the silver-haired princess standing before them was a being of an entirely different dimension from ordinary magic students.
Dazzling golden morning sunlight poured down over her lustrous, pure-white silver hair and her violet flower-ribbon hairpin, completing an aura of sacred, untouchable grace.
Clutching a thick ancient grimoire tenderly to her chest and dressed impeccably in the imperial court uniform — a harmonious blend of pure white and pastel blue — the princess's mere stillness radiated an overwhelming majesty that silenced every sound in the central fountain plaza in an instant.
Having heard the news of Yushin and Erika's official relationship from Sara, Erika's closest friend, Freya blinked her mysterious golden eyes for a moment, her expression turning subtly complicated.
"So the Wanderer and Erika... have already confirmed each other's hearts — such a deep bond between them. Fufu... am I too late, then?"
At that single quiet murmur falling from her sacred lips, the air around the fountain visibly rippled and sank.
Sara and every girl nearby gulped audibly, and even the noble students watching from a distance stared blankly at Freya's face, swallowing dryly.
Sara, flustered, laughed awkwardly and asked carefully in return.
"T-too late, Your Highness...? What do you mean by that...?"
Freya adjusted the grimoire in her arms, lowered her gaze briefly, then lifted her head with a smile gentler and more compassionate than anyone else's in the world.
"Oh no, that was merely talking to myself. If the two of you already share a deep and beautiful love... then it would hardly be my place to selfishly intrude upon it, would it?"
The words were undeniably close to deep consideration and a dignified concession — but at their very edge seeped an inextinguishable, profound wistfulness, and a secret yearning toward Yushin.
Erika did not miss that subtle glint in the princess's eyes.
Trembling faintly, her full, heavy G-cup breasts swaying, Erika quietly drew Yushin's sleeve toward herself and pressed it against her supple arm.
Freya's warm, deep golden eyes slowly turned, meeting Yushin's gaze directly, without evasion.
She lost none of her princessly composure and gentleness — yet within them flickered an uncontrollable curiosity toward Yushin as a man, and a dominant possessiveness.
"...Even if I were second, that would be acceptable, wouldn't it, Wanderer?"
In that instant, the entire central fountain plaza of the magic academy froze over like a sheet of ice.
The murmur of hundreds of chattering students vanished in a heartbeat, as if by magic.
A vast, chilling silence blanketed the campus — so heavy that even the sound of someone swallowing could have rung out loud and clear.
The First Princess of the Empire, a woman standing at the very apex of holy auxiliary magic, had just hurled an unprecedented bombshell declaration at a special-transfer male student who already had a lover — asking him to accept her even as his second.
Erika's hand seized Yushin's clothing in a grip tight enough to tear.
Her large emerald eyes flooded with shock and confusion, and she bit her reddened lip, trembling, unable to utter a single response.
Sensing the situation spiraling into territory beyond imagination, Sara waved her hands with a strained smile.
"H-haha... Your Highness, surely you're joking... The Empire's noble First Princess, as his second? That's... that's impossible...!"
But Freya did not withdraw her gaze by so much as a millimeter.
Rather, she took another soft step toward Yushin and continued in a calm yet resolute tone.
"Don't misunderstand. I have no lowly taste for coveting another's precious bond. Only... it is equally not the way of the Aurelia imperial family to easily abandon the one man who has taken root so deeply in my heart."
This was no childish provocation, no petty jealousy.
It was the firm, upright confession befitting an imperial princess — declaring her own pure feelings and her place openly before the world, without ever leveraging her status or the power of the throne to crush her rival.
Yushin silently regarded Freya's deep, luminous golden eyes and her violet flower-ribbon hairpin, then turned first to look at Erika, who was trembling at his side.
Erika was looking up at him with eyes brimming with anxiety and fear — and a desperate resolve never to let him be stolen away by another noble woman.
Only then did Freya smile faintly and take a single step back.
"You need not give me a definite answer right now. Just... remember, always, that I too am one of the Wanderer's choices."
Clutching the grimoire in her arms neatly, Freya turned with elegant grace and walked away toward the imperial carriage.
But the enormous ripples she left behind continued to swirl through the campus with a heavy weight that no one within its walls could easily erase.
From that day on, Erika's secret, sweet vigilance over Yushin grew bolder by the day.
She never openly defied the princess or broke the rules of the academy.
On the surface she honored and respected the imperial princess with impeccable courtesy — yet at every small moment involving Yushin, Erika claimed his side a step ahead of her.
Whenever Freya approached down a corridor, Erika would naturally loop her arm tightly through Yushin's, rubbing her full, soft breasts against him; the instant class ended, she would snatch up his hand, always one move ahead.
"Yushin-ssi, you're coming to my room after class today too, right? For that special review we promised yesterday...♥"
Freya, of course, could hardly have missed such an adorable act of competition.
The princess neither fought back nor showed displeasure — she simply withdrew a step with a gentle smile. But her gaze, fixed on Yushin, grew deeper and lingered longer with every passing day.
A few days later, Freya quietly called Yushin aside at a corridor corner.
"Wanderer. My father in the imperial palace... wishes to grant you a personal audience."
At those words, the air in the corridor grew heavy in an instant.
The absolute power of the Arhen Empire — the Aurelia Emperor.
Erika's hand clutched Yushin's sleeve, then, as if realizing herself under the immense weight of the Emperor's very name, slowly let go.
Freya added gently:
"Your overwhelming magical power and your exploits have reached my father's ears. It is by no means a command. Only... please remember that the imperial household holds deep interest and expectation for you, Wanderer."
"I understand perfectly, Your Highness."
Freya departed with a satisfied smile.
That night.
Having slipped past the dormitory supervisor's watchful eyes to reach Yushin's room, Erika knelt on the bed and looked up at him with anxious eyes.
"Yushin-ssi... what the Princess said — about it being okay if she's second... what do you think?"
More than jealousy, her voice carried the naive terror of a simple country girl — the fear that Yushin might ascend to the lofty heights of the imperial court and drift away into a far-off world beyond her reach.
Yushin drew Erika up onto the bed, settled her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms warmly around her full figure and slender waist.
"It did surprise me. But the most important thing to me right now is how you feel, Erika."
At that one tender, steadfast word, tears welled up in Erika's emerald eyes.
"As long as... as long as you don't grow distant, Yushin, I'm happy with anything. I'm sure there are countless women in other dimensions too... but the one right here beside you, right now, is me. That's enough for me."
Erika undid the buttons of her school blouse one by one with her own fingers and clung to Yushin's neck.
Her full, heavy G-cup breasts pressed flush against his bare chest.
"The look in the Princess's eyes wasn't politics — it was a girl falling in love. It was exactly the same as the way I look at you... So, it's okay to keep her by your side. But in return, tonight... love me hotter than anyone in the world...!"
Thrust!
"Ahhn...! Yushin, your cock — it's so deep and hot...!"
With rough cries soaking the bed sheets, Yushin drove his cock deep into the innermost reaches of Erika's womb, slamming his hips forward with ferocious force.
His palm cracked down sharply on her fair, springy ass as he pounded her womb relentlessly from behind, bent over the edge of the bed.
Smack! Slap, slap!
"Ngh...! I-it...! Yushin's baby... please knock me up, fill my pussy to the brim with it...!"
Spurt — throb!
A storm of hot, thick seed poured until it overflowed her womb.
Erika's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she gushed and fainted softly into his arms — and at last, Yushin held the absolute reins of a harem that now encompassed both the princess of Arhen and his busty class representative, complete and unshakable in his grasp.