Chapter 246: The Harem Door Opened on the First Day of the Semester (6)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 246: The Harem Door Opened on the First Day of the Semester (6)[R-18]
Slam—!
“...Fuck!! Ian. Where the hell did that son of a bitch go!? He said he was going to the bathroom, and he doesn’t show his face until the opening ceremony is over?”
Evelyn, perched on Ian’s desk, muttered irritably.
“...Yeah, you’re right... He is a bit late.”
“No, it’s not just ‘a bit late’! You don’t think... that bastard is off getting laid somewhere, do you?”
“E-Evelyn! The others will hear you...! And besides, there’s no way he’d do that on the first day of classes...”
Estelle reflexively denied Evelyn’s words...
But her voice couldn’t help but trail off toward the end.
‘...Actually, maybe... he is?’
Any woman who had ever been in a relationship with Ian couldn’t help but know.
That the kind, gentle Ian of everyday life and the Ian in bed were two completely different men.
No, rather than calling him a man, it would be more accurate to call him a ‘Male.’
Squeeze—!
The first day she had slept with Ian.
No matter how much Estelle wept and begged him to stop, it was no use.
He was a male who would pin her down with his large, hard body and hammer into her over and over again... truly, over and over, until he was satisfied, delivering a pleasure that made her mind go blank.
Flush—
‘...Ugh... What... what am I thinking about so early in the morning...’
Estelle felt her face burning, but that didn’t mean she could stop her thoughts.
Certainly, the Ian of that time was like a beast...
But she hadn’t hated it.
Of course, immediately after the act, Estelle had pounded on Ian’s chest, crying out that he was too much. Tears had even welled up from the shame and bewilderment.
After all, as a woman, one always wants to look beautiful to the man they love.
The ‘First Experience’ Estelle had imagined was something soft, sweet, and slightly bashful.
It certainly wasn’t losing her mind to pleasure, screaming out sounds a girl should never make, and drenching the bed with her own juices.
But...
No matter what excuse she made, she couldn’t deny that the pleasure Ian gave her was intense enough to far surpass any sense of shame.
‘...Was... was I... always... such a... lewd... woman?’
Gulp—!
Estelle’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward the space between her legs.
Her clitoris, which Ian had so relentlessly tormented, had become so sensitive that it now twitched at the mere friction of her underwear.
“Hey... Estelle.”
Startled by Evelyn’s voice, Estelle snapped her head up.
“What... what kind of thoughts are you having to make a face like that?”
“...H-huh?... O-oh, I wasn’t thinking about anything at all!... Eek!”
As Estelle hurriedly waved her hands in denial and bit her tongue, Evelyn snorted and spoke.
“Ha, ‘nothing’ my ass... It’s practically written all over your face: ‘I’m having lewd thoughts right now.’”
“...N-no. I wasn’t... thinking... about that...”
Rattle—! Slam!
At that moment, the classroom door swung open violently.
The gazes of Evelyn and Estelle, who had been waiting for Ian, naturally turned toward the door.
Step— Step—
The Second Princess, Laplace Mapleflower, and the heiress of the Red Rose Family, Helen Redrose.
At the appearance of these two titans, all noise in the classroom ceased instantly, as if by prior agreement.
Tighten—
Seeing them, Estelle clenched her fists.
‘...The women Ian mentioned.’
As long as one attended the Sacred Academy, it was impossible not to know them; they were that famous.
Naturally, Estelle knew of them to some extent as well.
In particular, in the case of Helen, the top student of the second year, Estelle had spoken with her a few times as the runner-up.
But facing them now as ‘love rivals’ felt completely different from back then.
Tick—! Tick—!
It was then.
That strange sensation of time slowing down, which she had experienced once before, washed over Estelle.
[Hehe...]
In the silent world, a languid yet cold laughter echoed in her ear.
Estelle saw ‘herself’ sitting on the teacher’s podium, kicking her legs.
She looked exactly like Estelle, as if she had stepped out of a mirror...
Except for one thing: her eyes were glowing with a terrifying blood-red light.
‘You... I’m sure I ordered you to do nothing until I called for you. Are you planning to disobey my command?’
[Oh, don’t say such hurtful things. I don’t break contracts. More accurately, I can’t.]
‘Nonsense. The fact that you’ve come out now is a breach of contract.’
[I told you... I can’t break the contract. The reason I could come out like this is because you called for me, Estelle.]
‘...What?’
The ‘Red-eyed Estelle’ smiled slyly and pointed at Estelle’s chest.
[A heart trembling for Ian! Jealousy enough to burn! With such murky emotions seething inside you, how could I stay still? If I hadn’t made a contract to lend you my power purely! For free! I would have already been able to collect the ‘Price of the Scales.’]
‘Shut up. And get out of my sight...’
[Hehehe, don’t be so guarded, Estelle. I just want to earn your trust. That’s the only way I can get some freedom. Since we have to be together for the rest of our lives anyway, it’s boring for even me to just stay still.]
Tap—!
Lightly hopping down from the podium, the ‘Red-eyed Estelle’ approached Laplace and Helen, carefully observing their faces.
[Right, this red-haired one is Helen. And the silver-haired one is Laplace, right? Hehe... Estelle, you’re quite pretty yourself, but these two are no joke either. And, though it’s a bit awkward to say this while looking exactly like you...]
Squeeze—
Grabbing her own breasts with both hands, the ‘Red-eyed Estelle’ spoke with a playful grin.
[Compared to them, you’re pretty flat.]
‘You...!’
[Hehe! Calm down, I’m not teasing you. I’m just saying that in Ian’s eyes, those two might be more attractive flowers.]
‘....’
As Estelle bit her lip and glared, the ‘Red-eyed Estelle’ backed away.
[So, what I’m saying is... wouldn’t it be better to borrow my ‘power’ after all? My other self. I may look like this, but I’ve lived quite a long time. I can make it so Ian looks only at you.]
‘...Ha, quite literally the devil’s whisper. You think I’ll fall for such trivial words?’
[Wow! Estelle! You’re still calling me a devil? Even after stealing my name? How cruel... Well, fine. But you know, don’t you? As long as you’ve forbidden it, I can’t do anything that bad.]
‘....’
[What I’m suggesting is just... creating a few minor misunderstandings. Think about it. Evelyn has the childhood friend angle, Helen has money, Laplace has her family... Those bitches are all the same, wanting to use their advantages to get Ian’s attention, aren’t they? So, Estelle, you should use me too—eek?!!]
In the middle of her sentence, the ‘Red-eyed Estelle’ let out a short shriek and vanished.
Tick— Tick—
And the flow of time returned to normal.
‘What...?’
As Estelle stood bewildered by the sudden disappearance of the ‘Red-eyed Estelle’...
Rattle—!
“Seni~oooor~!! Your beloved Genius Beauty High Elf, Elfriede, is here~☆”
The window flew open, and Elfriede landed lightly inside the classroom.
‘...Ha!’
Seeing this, Estelle understood the situation and let out a hollow laugh.
The ‘Red-eyed Estelle’ had felt Elfriede approaching and fled.
Ora-ora-ora—
Well, it made sense, considering Elfriede was the one who could summon the Four Great High Spirits simultaneously and slaughter the ‘Parasitic Demon’ before it could even utter a word...
But it was just absurd to see her acting so smug until a moment ago, only to scramble away the moment her ‘assigned Elf’ showed up.
“....”
“....”
“....”
“....”
The moment she saw the women gathered there, Evelyn had a gut feeling.
‘...Ian, you crazy bastard!! You really seduced a lot of them!!’
Not to mention the twin-tailed elf who appeared calling for Ian, that princess over there and the Redrose heiress were definitely here to see Ian too!
Grind—
Evelyn ground her teeth as she quickly scanned the faces and figures of Helen, Laplace, and Elfriede.
And she reached a conclusion.
‘Hmph! Still... I’m the prettiest one here.’
It was a conclusion based on facts!
Well, that bastard Ian certainly had an eye for women, as he had seduced ones who were all incredible.
To the point where even Evelyn, who was always full of ‘well-founded confidence’ in her looks, couldn’t guarantee first place if a popularity poll were held among the women gathered here.
But...
‘Who cares?’
That didn’t matter to Evelyn at all!
After all, the only thing that mattered to Evelyn was Ian’s gaze.
Even if she looked plain to every other man in the world, it was enough as long as she looked beautiful to Ian!
[The Promised Victory of the Childhood Friend]
She had known that jerk Ian’s tastes inside out since they were kids.
And the one closest to Ian’s ideal type was...
‘Me. Evelyn!’
Well, like the chicken and the egg, it was hard to say which came first.
Whether Ian fell for Evelyn and his ideal type became a blonde, blue-eyed, busty beauty, or if that was his ideal type to begin with...
One thing was for sure: over 90% of the material that bastard used for his solo sessions featured blonde, blue-eyed, busty beauties.
However, she couldn’t afford to be careless.
“....”
“....”
“....”
Seeing how everyone had a face that said they weren’t lacking in the slightest...
They must have a hidden ace up their sleeves.
‘Whew, fine... As the Legal Wife, I had to handle the traffic control eventually. Legal Wife, Dignity, Childhood Friend Pure Love, the concubines’ slander...’
Just as Evelyn was about to break the silence, reminding herself of these things...
‘Wait...? Something’s strange.’
A sense of incongruity, as if a crucial puzzle piece was missing.
As Evelyn pondered what it could be, a certain face flashed through her mind.
‘...Yuris?’
The lewd Saintess, who would usually be stuck to Ian’s side rubbing her breasts against him, was nowhere to be seen.
And Ian had disappeared saying he was going to the bathroom and hadn’t returned.
Flash—!
At that moment, the scattered puzzle pieces in Evelyn’s head clicked into place...
‘Oh, Ian! So that’s how it is!’
With a perfect smile on her lips, Evelyn silently stood up and walked toward the classroom door.
Twitch—!
Evelyn was smiling.
Despite the fact that she was clearly smiling, the other heroines instinctively began to tense up at the ominous aura radiating from her.
‘...I’m going to fucking kill them!!’
Roar—! Boom—!
The smiling Evelyn began to sprint.