Irina Maxwell
One of the main villains in [Academy's Traitor], Irina Maxwell is the kind who gets flagged after losing to the protagonist and winds up demoted to heroine status. Master of black magic and owner of the forbidden tome Necron's Prison.
"Hmm... you're pretty tough. Not like the rumors at all."
A girl in a gothic lolita dress, her long silver twintails cascading down, glared at me as she spoke. The location was the academy basement—a concrete bunker built as an air raid shelter and fortress for emergencies. Long abandoned, it had become a den of evil where monsters and criminals alike sought refuge.
A fierce battle was raging there right now.
Even spells equivalent to Rank 4 magic—what would be missile strikes in the real world—shouldn't have fazed the thick, sturdy barriers. Yet they were crumbling pathetically, shattered by Irina's black magic.
If I hadn't come prepared, I'd be dead for sure. Even borrowing Anna and Seolwol's powers on top of my protective gear, it was still a deadlock.
"I don't know why you're after me, but this ends now. If we keep this up, we'll draw unwanted attention."
Irina opened the book in her hand and thrust her palm forward. The tome emitted a sinister glow.
Necron's Prison. A grimoire filled with all manner of black magic. In this world, "magic books" meant items that activated effects upon reading. For Necron's Prison, chanting the recorded black magic aloud triggered the spell. No conditions or restrictions—just pure black magic at your fingertips. Only once per spell, though; it vanished from the book after use. But with thousands of black magics cataloged inside—from city-destroying high-tier ones to subtle mind-tweaking trifles—it was endless.
"Consider yourself lucky. This spell ranks among the top five strongest in the entire book."
Irina smirked leisurely and recited the incantation from Necron's Prison.
Black Magic - Fate's Freeze
The book spewed darkness, spreading ominous mana across the area. And then...
Irina stood frozen, book in one hand, the other outstretched—not a twitch.
As if time itself had stopped for her.
Black Magic - Fate's Freeze
Fate's Freeze—a technique from the original work. A powerful sealing spell that could halt time for a single target for up to six hours per day. She must've planned to use it on me.
But she overlooked one thing: my Soul Capture was already on her.
The status ailment from Soul Capture was Confusion—making her mistake her target.
And this was the result.
"...You're making this more tiring than it needs to be."
I let out a sigh of relief, muttering as I stared at the utterly frozen Irina.
A while later.
The duration of Black Magic - Fate's Freeze ended, and Irina regained her senses. The world had shifted abruptly around her, leaving her flustered as she looked around wildly. Hours had passed since our underground clash, but to her frozen self, it felt like just a second ago.
"Mmph?!"
She tried to speak in panic, but it came out muffled. Her eyes widened in shock as she glanced downward.
Her limbs were bound tight by something. And a gag covered her mouth. No basic spells possible like this.
"Awake now?"
Turning toward the voice, she saw the man who'd ambushed her in the basement. He lay naked on a bed, flanked by two familiar girls.
The student council president and the little tagalong always glued to her side. Erin, was it? Both stark naked. And their exposed bodies were covered in wicked, lewd graffiti.
"What do you think of my slaves? You'll be joining them soon. Say hi."
He addressed the women he'd called slaves.
"Nice to meet you, new slave. I'm Erin Camelrn of the student council. I serve as Master Id's portable toilet and magic support."
"I'm Ea. Also student council. I handle intel gathering, deception, and kidnappings. Basically, I trick and abduct the students or instructors Id targets. As a sex slave, my specialty is getting abused."
Ea caressed her bruised belly—marks of violence stark against her skin—her face one of utter ecstasy as she relived it.
"Mmph...!"
Irina glared at the man in fury. She knew Ea well enough; she wasn't the type to cling pathetically like that. They were classmates—friends, even. At least when Irina was disguised as a student.
She'd always known they might end up enemies someday. She'd steeled herself to kill without hesitation.
But not like this.
"No idea what you're saying. Erin, remove the gag."
"Got it, Id."
The man called Id slapped her ass, commanding. The girl with brown side ponytail rose unsteadily from the bed. Thick white fluid dripped from her gaping pussy onto the floor—traces of their frozen-time romp etched into her body via scent and stains.
Irina grimaced in disgust. Erin approached without a care, removing the gag.
Id lounged leisurely on the bed, gazing down as if inviting her to speak.
"You... what's your goal?"
"What do you think?"
Irina forced calm, running through possibilities in her head.
"Probably Necron's Prison."
That was the obvious one.
"Half right."
"Fool. Only the rightful owner can use Necron's Prison."
She feigned composure with a sneer. But he responded flatly, as if he'd known all along.
"I know only Maxwell blood can wield it. And you're the last surviving heir, so no one else can."
"How do you know that much...? Don't tell me you kept me alive because..."
"I want you to use Necron's Prison for me."
"Too bad. No interest."
She gritted her teeth, glaring defiantly.
"Guess I'll have to kill you then. But you okay with that? You still have goals unfulfilled."
Goals. Irina's purpose: revenge on her family's killers. As a child, assassins after Necron's Prison slaughtered her kin. The sole survivor, she'd fled with the book and lived for vengeance ever since. Infiltrating the academy was part of that.
"Join me as a subordinate, and I'll return Necron's Prison. Even give you your revenge shot."
Irina hesitated at Id's offer. Swallow her pride now, agree—it might be smart. With the book back, offing him would be easy.
"...Fine. I accept."
"Words alone won't cut it. Make a contract with me, and I'll believe you."
"Contract...?"
Only then did Irina notice the sinister tattoos on Erin and Ea's lower bellies, hidden among the graffiti. The shape and faint mana signature screamed spell.
"Master-servant contract. You know the basics."
"The kind for familiars..."
Yeah. Not her field, but summoners used it to bind monsters or spirits. Formed a mental link with the target.
"You wanna cast that on me?"
"Gotta monitor you anywhere."
"...Do what you want."
With Necron's Prison back, she could shatter some flimsy contract. Or better—kill him outright; it'd dissolve anyway.
Just get the book back, and he's dead, she seethed inwardly.
"Good. Erin, begin."
"Yes♥"
Erin aimed her staff at Irina and activated the magic.
I could read her like a book. She figured she'd ditch the contract the second she got the tome back. Cocky as hell.
Of course, that didn't happen.
"Haaang♥"
Irina Maxwell. The silver twintailed black mage with sharp eyes. Naked atop me now, she rocked her hips wildly. My cock buried in her virgin pussy.
"Cumming... fourth consecutive orgasm... on Lord Id's cock...♥"
She wailed lewdly, reporting her own state.
What Irina didn't know: Master-servant contractors could have their status windows altered via Succumea Support. Probably 'cause the moment she bound herself, she became collectible like Anna or Seolwol.
I used it to rewrite her from [vengeful black mage] to [Id's fervent follower and meat toilet].
Result: this.
"Cumming inside?"
"Yes♥ Flood Irina's toilet pussy full♥"
I creampied her.
"Aaang♥"
Irina collapsed atop me.
"Lord Id's semen... so much...♥"
She caressed her bulging belly lovingly, murmuring. Pulling out, thick white globs oozed from her gaping hole.
"Such a waste...♥"
Irina scooped the dripping cum from her pussy and licked it clean.
"As promised, here's Necron's Prison back."
"'Necron's Prison'...? Oh, that book."
She replied as if it meant nothing.
"Use it to assist me from now on. Got it?"
"Yes, Master...♥ Irina's power... is for Master...♥"