Academy's Traitor (7) - Royal Noble Military Academy
Academy's Traitor. The primary setting of [Academy's Traitor]. In this world, nobles are exempt from various tributes in exchange for bearing the duty to protect the nation. This national defense obligation is a legal system that compels them to participate whenever war or an equivalent national crisis arises. In essence, it's a draft system applied exclusively to nobles. As explained in the original story, this stems from the world's unique trait where individuals possess overwhelming martial prowess capable of dominating groups, making the knight class—precious military assets and living weapons—essential to bind to the state. Regardless, for that reason, young nobles like me, Ea, and even the protagonist (a fallen noble who retains his title) spend three years at the academy training as cadets. That's the backdrop of [Academy's Traitor].
"We sincerely welcome all you new cadets."
In the grand auditorium, a poised blonde girl spoke into the magic amplifier from the podium.
"Over the next three years at the academy, you will cultivate the mindset and demeanor of not just a noble, but also a soldier responsible for our nation's future and peace—"
Ea. Elected as next cadet council president in last year's vote, she was giving the welcoming speech to the freshmen at today's opening ceremony. The protagonist was probably watching her from somewhere in the crowd.
"That concludes the welcoming address for new cadets."
With a graceful bow, she stepped down from the podium.
"That was impressive, sis."
I handed her a water bottle as she descended, where I'd been waiting.
"Of course. I prepared hard for it."
"Even so, you delivered that line without missing a beat."
I sidled up close, slipping my hand discreetly onto her ass where no one could see. Inside her cadet skirt: no panties. And wedged deep in the cleft of those plump cheeks was something firm. An anal plug. Still pooled inside was the load I'd dumped in her back hole before leaving the mansion that morning.
"Well... if anyone found out about this, my life would be over...♥"
"You didn't want it to end?"
I pressed the plug firmly, and Ea let out a tiny "Eek♥" before replying with a slutty smile.
The dignified image of the cadet president who'd just given such a polished speech was utterly gone, replaced by a perverse slut. The fruits of my training.
From the day I claimed her firsts—front and back—I'd fucked her daily. And exploiting her severe masochism, I'd focused on stimulating that side. Now, she obeyed even the most depraved commands without hints or status effects.
If I said I needed to piss, she'd drop to her knees and open wide as my personal urinal. Her innate lewdness made such rapid progress possible, of course.
"Any update on my cadet council application?"
"It's done♥ Yesterday... at the council meeting, I recommended you...♥ Everyone seemed agreeable... so it'll go through."
I delved deeper, teasing her clit, and she squirmed, clamping her thighs as she panted out the words.
"Good girl. I'm thrilled you listen so well, sis."
"Yeah...♥ I want to grant any request from Id...♥ You're my favorite man and little brother...♥"
She gazed up at me with eyes brimming with affection, whispering sweetly.
For reference, Ea's affection toward me is at 200. But since it won't rise further, it's effectively maxed out.
One thing I learned through her: once affection hits a certain threshold, boosting it further is a breeze. Turning hatred to love is brutally hard, but deepening existing love is simple. And above that threshold, even artificially inflated affection via hints or status effects won't drop. It seems the mind doesn't register the discrepancy when you're just making someone love their beloved even more.
That made turning Ea obedient straightforward. A timely hint implanting severe brocon traits, maintained for a few days—that was it. It soaked in perfectly, persisting even without the hint.
"Sis."
I gently brushed back her bangs.
"Yeah?"
"Pretend to head off, then wait in the second-floor men's restroom stall with your legs spread. You'll collapse when it's over."
"But I... have class soon."
"Skip it if you don't want to."
"No way! You're always my priority, Id. And... getting my pussy pounded by my little brother beats class any day...♥ Right away♥ I'll spread my legs and soak my pussy waiting for you♥"
She whined cutely, lisping like a spoiled child. Anyone who knew her usual self would faint in shock. The elegant lady of House Leonin, coquettishly begging a man? Her despised little brother, no less.
"Ea? Shouldn't you be heading out?"
The instructor called from afar. Ea cleared her throat, instantly switching back to her usual stately, ladylike poise.
"Yes, right away."
As she turned to go, she glanced back, slyly hiking her skirt to flash her ass—emblazoned in huge letters: "Little Brother's Exclusive Cum Dump Hole♥".
'Waiting for you, little brother♥' Her lips mouthed silently before she smoothed her skirt, adjusted her cadet uniform tie, and exited the auditorium.
What a cute girl.
After thoroughly ravishing Ea in the restroom, I returned to class, sat down, and sank into thought.
I glanced toward the window seat. A neatly dressed boy sat there. Our eyes met, and he hurriedly looked away.
That unremarkable guy was the protagonist of [Academy's Traitor]. Right now, he truly seemed like a nobody. He hadn't awakened his powers yet—just your typical loser.
Thus, now was the perfect time to eliminate him. But I couldn't.
In the original, [Academy's Traitor], the protagonist awakens his ability after a near-death crisis. That's when he first contacts the God of Statuses, receives a constellation's blessing, and unlocks his cheat power: Status Window Manipulation.
Rashly attempting assassination might just hasten his awakening—suicidal.
So I pondered: how to force a bad end.
...What if he never faces that near-death crisis?
The thought struck me. His awakening triggers from a death trap set by his usual bullies. It backfires catastrophically by accident. No bullying, no trap, no crisis, no awakening.
Without that trigger, he'd just coast through academy life averagely. No overturning his fallen noble status, no meteoric rise—just a mediocre loser's existence.
Better than torment, but his destined munchkin future vanishes. A bad end in its own right?
Perfect. Let's try it.
I stood and approached the protagonist.
"Hey."
He flinched and looked up.
"Uh, what?"
He seemed scared. Naturally—Id was infamous even among freshmen. House Leonin's fame amplified his reputation as a talentless, trashy bully. Especially contrasted with his genius, humble, diligent sister Ea.
"I'm Id. Id Leonin. Nice to meet you."
"Uh, yeah..."
"What's your name?"
"Theo. Theo Rud."
"Theo, huh. Nice name. Let's get along."
"Uh, yeah."
Good. Seed planted.
[Academy's Traitor] is a munchkin power-fantasy harem tale. Meaning tons of female characters pass through the protagonist's orbit—over twenty by the end. Most get flags stabbed for him, basically one-sided crushes. It ended ambiguously without committing to anyone, earning backlash.
Succumea said darker bad ends yield bigger rewards. Though "darkness" is vague, I decided on NTR. Steal the heroines meant for him.
"...Sorry, but I can't help with that..."
When I broached the plan, Ea looked uneasy, as expected. She loves me, but isn't fully corrupted.
"Why? You said you'd do anything for me. Was that a lie?"
"N-no, not a lie... but only if it doesn't harm others..."
She hemmed awkwardly. I closed in, gripped her chin, tilted it up, and locked eyes.
"Sis. Still doubting me? Don't you trust me yet?"
"It's not that... but with me here, why bother with others..."
I silenced her unfinished words with a kiss. She widened her eyes in surprise, then melted, entwining her tongue. I toyed with her mouth until it was drenched, then pulled back, brushing her bangs aside.
"If you won't help, I'll do it anyway. That okay?"
"...Idiot."
She punched my chest lightly in reproach, then nuzzled my cheek.
"But no cheating...? My pussy's your exclusive..."
"Of course."