I Want to Fuck Sophia
The woman standing on the dais with that impossibly haughty expression was Sophia. No one had to tell me—I recognized her at a glance. Sunlight pouring through the skylight in the auditorium ceiling made her silver hair gleam like polished rings of ice. It was exactly the same shade as Arwen’s, the one I’d seen in the mirror back at the mansion.
Even in the game’s illustrations, her frigid beauty had been striking. Seeing it in person—well, in this possessed world, anyway—felt almost unreal. Sophia radiated an aura that set her apart from everyone else around her. Those wide, piercing eyes and sharply arched silver brows gave her the cutting impression of a winter gale slicing through the night.
Isabel, Masha, Cordelia… why did so many ice-queen types orbit around Arwen? Was this the developer’s fetish or something?
I already miss Raibel…
Sophia’s first impression was the complete opposite of Raibel, who had looked up at me with that innocent face and healed my cock with her mouth on our very first meeting. Not that a fiery heroine was all bad. Just like when I’d broken Masha, the sense of achievement from conquering a difficult target was far greater than steamrolling a weak one. Why else would brutally hard games like Dark Souls or Elden Ring become such massive hits?
The thought of training Sophia—someone who clearly looked down on Arwen like a bug—until she couldn’t live without her big brother’s cock made my prostate tingle with fresh cum production.
She wore a short bob that strayed from my usual preference for long hair, but everything else more than made up for it. Her face was captivating enough to turn any man she desired into a willing slave. Her breasts were full and proud, a clear inheritance from her mother Isabel, that voluptuous milf with her lewdly shaped tits. And most of all—
Her skirt was hiked up scandalously high, like a rebellious high-schooler secretly shortening her uniform. It revealed thighs and calves as pale as her face, toned yet plush with just the right amount of soft flesh. The kind of mesmerizing lower body that would look perfect in any position.
Yeah, Sophia’s definitely fuckable.
Maybe it was the taboo thrill of her being my half-sister, but just watching her from afar had me rock-hard. The front of my pants felt ready to burst. To put it bluntly, I wanted to fuck her. Badly.
It was a small mercy that everyone else’s eyes were fixed on the stage. While I was shamelessly admiring Sophia’s dangerous allure, her gaze suddenly locked onto mine.
Her already icy stare dropped several more degrees, freezing over like frost forming inside a freezer. Those eyes made it perfectly clear she wanted to drown me in ice water. But I didn’t flinch. I met her provocative glare head-on with equal confidence.
If this had been right after I first possessed Arwen, I might have been intimidated. But now I was a man who already had two women sharing his bed. My masculine pride stood as tall as my throbbing erection.
“...”
“...”
Between the half-siblings exchanging sparks with their eyes, only a heavy silence remained—like the calm sea before a storm. Not that we were close enough to speak freely anyway. I was a new freshman. She was the accomplished vice-president of the student council. Even standing in the same auditorium, an enormous physical and social distance stretched between us.
Sophia clearly had no intention of walking over to speak with me. She simply stood there, glaring in my direction. After our brief battle of wills, I deliberately turned my head away, careful to maintain my dignified posture.
Keep acting all high and mighty up there for now. Just wait. Your big brother is coming for you.
I steeled my resolve. I would absolutely train my half-sister Sophia and add her to my harem. The mere thought of us sneaking forbidden, depraved incestuous sex behind everyone’s backs already had saliva pooling in my mouth.
From what I remembered of the game, there was still some time before I’d receive any quests related to her. Even so, I wanted to conquer Sophia as quickly as possible.
She turned her head away at almost the exact same moment I did. That was when a blond man suddenly approached her from behind, oozing with fighting spirit. The golden-haired bastard placed his filthy hand on Sophia’s shoulder, flashed a disgusting smirk, and looked straight in my direction.
His gaze was locked directly on my face.
What the hell is this greasy cheese-head bastard… Wait a second. I’m pretty sure his name was Leo-something.
I couldn’t recall it instantly, but I definitely knew this blond guy. He was the seventh or eighth prince of the empire—something like that. In any case, he was a prince near the bottom of the line of succession and the current student council president of the Academy. His name was Leopold… something. I couldn’t remember the full name.
It wasn’t because my memory was bad. Even if his position in the imperial succession was mediocre, he was still an imperial prince. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth and holding the fairly important post of student council president, he still hadn’t left any particularly memorable impression in the game. In the end, he was just an extra who exited the stage without much fanfare.
And now that same insignificant extra was groping the woman I’d decided to fuck and openly provoking me.
What pissed me off even more was how Sophia’s furrowed brows—which had been glaring at me like she wanted to kill me—suddenly softened like a docile lamb the moment Leopold touched her. It made me question whether this was the same person who, in the game, had carried such a murderous aura that any man who dared harass her would be torn in half.
Why is Sophia staying quiet? Fuck, don’t tell me they’re already in that kind of relationship…?
Imagining Sophia spreading her legs for that blond bastard made my stomach churn with rage. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything, gastric acid surged up from pure fury.
No fucking way! I already decided Sophia’s virginity belongs to me.
Following the common sense of adult games, a half-sister’s virginity should belong to her big brother. The sheer audacity of an extra daring to covet the protagonist’s heroine was unforgivable.
Just you wait, you son of a bitch. The only thing you’ll ever be able to do with Sophia is jerk off to her for the rest of your life.
As I was silently cursing Leopold, a voice loud enough to shake my eardrums rang out across the auditorium.
The entrance ceremony has officially begun.
Even Leopold, who had been leering at Sophia, finally tore his eyes away from me. Every gaze in the auditorium turned toward the front of the dais, where a white-haired old man stood looking down at the slightly-more-than-a-hundred new students with a perfectly steady expression.
Once the murmuring died down, the old man spoke.
“Greetings, new students. I am Alberto von Dumbledas, headmaster of this Academy where you will hone your scholarly pursuits.”
At the headmaster’s greeting, both the new students and professors responded with enthusiastic applause.
Alberto von Dumbledas, huh…
I’d vaguely suspected it while playing the game, but the Academy was clearly modeled after that famous movie about the school attended by the boy with the lightning scar. The unidentified forest I’d seen earlier, the architecture of the buildings—everything screamed parody. And the headmaster’s name being Alberto von Dumbledas was about as subtle as it could get.
Headmaster Alberto began a speech that sounded suspiciously like the kind of moral lecture I’d been forced to endure back in my school days.
“You are the Empire’s precious talents. You must devote your loyalty to the Empire and His Imperial Majesty…”
Headmaster Alberto’s long, tedious lecture continued. It was hard to believe such a powerful voice could come from an old man who looked well past eighty. The sound reverberated throughout the entire auditorium. There were obviously no microphones or speakers in this world, so he must have been using magic to project his voice like stereo surround sound.
Alberto continued speaking in a dignified, refined tone about the Empire and loyalty, but I felt almost no emotional response. I had been living in democratic South Korea only to wake up one day as a citizen of an empire. Why would I feel any loyalty toward the Empire or the Emperor?
The reactions of the students around me were varied. Most listened attentively to Alberto’s speech, but a few—like me—had their minds elsewhere. Among them, one boy kept turning his head, carefully observing the students around him.
That guy… what was his name again? Joseph?
Despite having such a plain face that you could probably find three or four people who looked just like him anywhere, the memory of the guy who had shouted something embarrassing like “Northern Dragon” was burned vividly into my mind.
Our eyes met the exact moment Joseph turned in my direction.
Oh shit. Please don’t come over here.
I’d been stupid. The moment I saw Joseph, I should have moved away. I absolutely did not want to draw attention like I had when getting off the carriage earlier. But despite my desperate wish, Joseph slowly made his way toward me.
By the time he arrived at my side—enduring the curious stares of those around us—his face was lit up with a friendly, almost giddy smile.
Joseph gave a slight bow and whispered quietly.
“It is an honor to meet you, Lord Arwen. I wasn’t able to greet you properly earlier. My name is Joseph Siegmund.”
His eyes sparkled so brightly it was almost burdensome as he introduced himself with impeccable politeness.
Sigh… what am I supposed to do with this guy…?
Oblivious to my inner thoughts, Joseph excitedly continued introducing his family.
“The Siegmund family’s territory is located in the Karandal Plains west of the Imperial Capital. Although our land is small, we have established ourselves as a vital relay point for merchants traveling to the capital. Our knights are also quite skilled. Ah, of course they cannot compare to the knights of Reinhardt, haha. And furthermore…”
This guy really doesn’t know anything, does he?
Of course he wouldn’t. The Valerie family had kept their mouths shut to prevent other hyenas from gathering, so the rumors hadn’t spread. But the future of the Reinhardt family—the lords of the North—was hanging by a thread.
According to the setting, after Ethan and the elite troops were annihilated in the last war against the northern barbarians, the loyalty of the vassals had crumbled to dust. On top of that, the blood relatives were actively trying to kill the heir, Arwen. Saying the situation “wasn’t good” was a massive understatement.
If Arwen were seen making contact with another noble family in this state, it was obvious that the desperate Valerie and Sophia would resort to extreme measures. I had never experienced the dirty, brutal power struggles of nobility, but even I could predict that much.
So now is not the time to carelessly expand my influence. Not until I have the position of family head firmly in my grasp.
“Joseph, do you see that silver-haired female student standing on the dais over there?”
I gestured with my chin toward Sophia, who stood behind Alberto.
“Yes, I see her. That is Lady Sophia, your younger sister and the current vice-president of the Academy. Why do you ask?”
I delivered what was essentially a threat to the boy.
“Sophia sees me as a thorn in her side.”
“A thorn…? What do you—”
Joseph looked genuinely confused. I gave him a small glimpse of the dark underbelly of the Reinhardt family.
“It’s exactly as I said. Sophia believes she, not I, is the one fit to be the family heir. And the student council president is on her side as well.”
The fact that the student council president was Sophia’s ally was something I had inferred from watching that blond bastard’s behavior just now. I was about ninety-nine percent certain.
“So it would be best if you didn’t get involved with me. You wouldn’t want to earn the displeasure of both a genius who entered the Academy early and an imperial prince at the same time, would you? Do you think you could handle that?”
“T-that is… I’m sorry, Lord Arwen. I’ll take my leave now.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Joseph eventually bowed and retreated with an apologetic expression. His shoulders slumped like a spent cock after ejaculation, as if the dirty power struggle between the siblings of a prestigious noble house had crushed his spirit on his very first day.
Sorry, Joseph. It’s not that I dislike you.
With the easily frightened Joseph gone and Alberto’s speech finally winding down, the headmaster cleared his throat.
“Ahem. It seems I spoke rather long. In any case, allow me to once again sincerely congratulate you all on your acceptance.”
Receiving thunderous applause that filled the auditorium, Alberto stepped down from the dais. The student council president immediately took his place.
“Greetings. I am Leopold von Loengrim, president of the student council.”
So the unlucky blond’s full name was Leopold. Loengrim was the name of the imperial family that ruled the Empire. Leopold puffed out his chest with an arrogant expression and spoke in a confident voice.
“Life at the Academy is not easy. Applying for classes, taking exams—everything must be handled through your own power. However, I believe all of you will excel as proud nobles of our great Empire.”
After a brief greeting, he gave the new students a short overview of the upcoming schedule.
“Once the entrance ceremony ends shortly, you will each proceed to your assigned dormitories. After taking one day to rest, your formal Academy life will begin tomorrow morning. You may observe various classes and apply for those that best suit your talents and abilities. Students who are unsure about their choices are encouraged to participate in the senior consultation program hosted by the student council…”
As annoying as the guy was, he was still the student council president. A few of the new students watching him speak boldly in front of everyone looked at him with clear admiration in their eyes.
“As expected of Lord Leopold. When I saw him at a party before, his manners were simply impeccable.”
“Right? And he’s so handsome, hehe.”
Two female students were squealing while staring at Leopold like extras in a shoujo manga gazing at the handsome male lead.
Ha! How little they know. The true protagonist of this world is me. Do you really like that creepy face?
I wanted to ask, but there was no need to make enemies on the first day over something so petty, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Additionally, a grand welcome banquet has been prepared for you all on Saturday evening five days from now. I hope you spend the week productively and attend the banquet in high spirits. Let us celebrate the beginning of your journey there.”
With Leopold’s announcement of the welcome banquet, the entrance ceremony finally came to an end.
Following the guidance of Academy staff, the new students moved toward the dormitories where their rooms were located. Given the Academy’s vast grounds, the journey from Friedrich Palace to the dormitories was made by carriage. And not just any carriage—each student had their own private one.
Of course, students who were already acquainted or related rode together, but I had no friends in this world. In the end, I had to sit alone in yet another carriage—one I was already sick of riding—and head toward the dormitory.