Academy's Traitor (11)
Several days of tailing him around finally paid off with the perfect opportunity. I spotted the protagonist getting dragged into a dark alley and beaten up. The Vinland twins. Troublemakers from a baron's family. I would've been right there with him originally, but that would've ended badly for me, so I'd brushed them off ruthlessly every time they tried to pick a fight.
"You're just a penniless beggar from a fallen noble house, aren't you?"
"How dare you show your face around here, fake noble."
The twins had the protagonist pinned against the wall, glaring threateningly as they harassed him.
"Hey."
I figured it was time and stepped in.
"I-Id Leonin?!"
"Why the hell are you here?"
The twins panicked and stumbled back. Dogs recognize dogs. They were inwardly cowering at the arrival of a real delinquent from an even more prestigious family with a worse reputation.
"What are you doing to my friend?"
"F-Friend? Him?"
One of the twins glanced back at the protagonist, asking in disbelief.
"Yeah."
"W-We didn't know. For real."
"Whatever. Don't piss me off and just get lost."
I glared, and they glanced around nervously before turning tail and running.
They had no idea I'd just saved the protagonist from his curse.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah... Why'd you help me?"
"What kinda weird question is that? Why wouldn't I help someone?"
At my answer, the protagonist looked at me with touched eyes.
"You're... not like the rumors say."
"What?"
"N-Nothing... forget I said that."
"I know I've got a bad rep. But I've decided to reform starting this year."
I approached the protagonist and casually placed a hand on his shoulder.
"More importantly, why let trash like that push you around? They're nobodies."
"Well... I've never learned magic or swordsmanship..."
"Really? Want me to teach you?"
"You?"
"Yeah. Don't let the looks fool you—I've got skills."
"Well... I'd be grateful, but..."
"Cool. Follow me then."
Over the next few days, I stuck close to the protagonist, playing the friend role to the hilt. As a result, his affinity shot up nicely.
I never thought I'd care about raising a guy's affinity, but hey, results were results. Judging the time right, I brought it up.
"Hey, wanna join the student council?"
Lunchtime. On the rooftop, as we unpacked our bentos, I made the pitch.
"The student council?"
"Yeah. They give you extra credit. Helps with scholarships later."
He perked up at the scholarship mention. At this point in the story, the protagonist was so broke he survived on a single piece of bread per meal.
"But it's not like you can just join because you want to, right?"
"You can, 'cause you're my friend. My sister's the president. One word from me, and you're in."
"For real...?"
"Of course it's real. You think I'd lie to a friend?"
He gave a wry smile and shook his head.
"No. Then, please."
"You got it."
The next day, I brought him to the student council room.
"This is really okay?"
Right before opening the door, the protagonist asked, visibly tense.
"Yeah, man. Relax."
I opened the door and stepped in.
"Sis. Brought him."
Ea, seated at the president's desk, stood and approached, eyeing the protagonist beside me.
"You're the new student Id recommended?"
"Y-Yes. Th-Theo Rud."
The protagonist glanced at the president, then quickly looked away. Probably because her breasts were right at eye level. She wasn't even wearing a bra—her nipples faintly showed through the thin student council shirt. He might've noticed.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ea, Id's sister. Ea Leonin. Looking forward to working with you."
Ea extended her hand like for a handshake. Theo hesitated before taking it.
"You must be really nervous."
Ea smiled softly with a gentle chuckle.
"It's 'cause you're coming on too strong, sis."
I chided her playfully, slipping my hand under her skirt.
"A girl your age with a body like yours suddenly approaching? Any guy's gonna freak."
Out of the protagonist's sight, I secretly fondled Ea's pussy.
"I-Is that so? Sorry, I startled you."
Ea's face flushed shyly as she spoke. Her ripe, soaked pussy squelched and splattered juices with every thrust. No way I could keep this subtle. She put on a prim act in front of others, but her lower half never lied. Annoyed, I yanked her asshole with my finger.
"Ahhn♥"
Ea let out a surprised moan. The protagonist panicked too.
"Wh-What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing♥ D-Don't worry...♥"
"O-Okay..."
The protagonist mumbled awkwardly. His gaze locked right on Ea's chest. Her nipples had stiffened from the pleasure, making the already visible outlines blatantly clear through the fabric.
I could guess his thoughts. That obvious? Gotta be no bra. And disbelief that the prim, model student council president went braless.
"Wanna hear a secret?"
"Uh, yeah?"
I grinned lewdly, snapping the protagonist out of his trance.
"What's up?"
"My sis is actually a massive pervert."
"P-Pervert?!"
"Right, sis?"
I smacked her ass hard, forcing a response. Ea shyly stammered,
"Y-Yeah...♥ Your brother's right♥ I-I'm actually a super lewd pervert...♥"
"How many times did you masturbate last week?"
"8... 8 times?"
"Lying?"
I pressed her clit hard with my fingertip.
"S-Sorry...♥ 11 times...♥"
"See? That's my sis's true nature. So stare all you want—no need to hold back. She loves guys checking her out. That's why no panties."
"B-But still..."
"It's fine♥ Everything your brother's saying... is true...♥"
"Th-Then... thank you, I'll look."
The protagonist's face turned beet red as he said it.
"And this is Senior Erin."
I nodded toward the petite girl with brown side-ponytail on the sofa.
"Nice to meet you, newbie."
Erin elegantly smiled after sipping from her teacup. For the record, it was my piss. A proud, haughty highborn lady getting wet from drinking the piss of a boy she'd once scorned. Hot as hell.
"I'm Erin, eldest daughter of the prestigious Camelrn family and master of contract magic. No one in this academy can match my skill."
She placed a hand on her chest, boasting.
"W-Wow... amazing."
"By the way, Senior Erin does whatever I say."
"Whatever?"
The protagonist asked, puzzled.
"Exactly that. Don't believe me? Watch. Senior, show your pussy."
"Okay."
Erin spread her legs wide while seated and hiked up her skirt. A perfectly shaved, hairless white pussy appeared. Love juices leaked from the demure slit. Lewd graffiti on her thighs, crotch, and lower belly was fully visible too.
"Wha... whoa..."
The protagonist's eyes bulged, staring blankly. He'd forgotten his manners in shock. His pants were tenting hard.
"Senior Erin loves me a ton. So she obeys anything I say. If you wanna order her around, just tell me."
"Uh, yeah... but those markings, no way..."
"Yep. My handiwork."
Erin brushed her hair back casually.
"Marking your property is basic. I'm Id's. Though I'd never forget even without it."
She calmly sipped more of my piss. The suggestion that drinking Id's urine aroused her had her dripping pussy even wetter—juices beaded up, trembled, and plopped onto the sofa.
"Anyway, welcome to the student council. Let's get along, friend."
I extended my hand to the protagonist. He snapped out of it and grabbed it, then leaned in to whisper,
"I-Is it always this vibe? You're not messing with me?"
Classic him. In the original story, he was notoriously oblivious about women. Readers got so frustrated they'd think, Just date some rando already. But for the stealer? No better mark.
"Why would I joke about you?"
I played innocent.
"R-Right."
Clueless and awkward as ever, the protagonist scratched his cheek and muttered to himself.