2 - Intense Caress Detected

I loaded up the most soulful gaze I could muster and called out to her. Her uniform name tag showed she was a second-year like me.

"Yes?" She paused and looked at me, her eyes brimming with wariness. But that was fine. What makes a man? Confidence. I extended my hand politely and dropped my killer line.

"I love you."

"......Pardon?" I had a front-row seat to her angelic face crumpling into something downright demonic in real time. Why?

[Faculty Office]

"Evan. Word is you sexually harassed a girl on the street?"

"Huh? No, that's not... Sexual harassment?!" I jumped up in outrage.

"How is my sacred confession sexual harassment?!"

"......"

My supervising professor, Werner, narrowed his eyes coldly. He clicked his tongue in pity.

"Know your place."

"Professor?!"

"Multiple witnesses. I can't overlook this anymore."

Werner picked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up a red stamp, like a judge pronouncing a death sentence.

"Evan. You're expelled effective immediately."

Bam! The desk slammed, and a red system window popped up before my eyes.

"......What?"

My vision darkened rapidly. The faculty office, the student clerk's contemptuous sneer—all melted into pitch-black void.

Why?

"Gah!!" I screamed, bolting upright.

"You okay? Feeling sick?" Dazzling golden hair, flashy smile. Leon Caliban, again.

"This is... the Summoning Practice Room?" My dazed eyes took in the familiar, nauseating scene. Colorful heads, blatant sneers aimed at me. And the glowing summoning circle at my feet.

"Ha..." I clutched my face with trembling hands.

Bad ends force a loop. Back to a specific save point—the possession moment—with memories intact.

"Want me to take you to the Infirmary? You look pale as a ghost. I can carry ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you."

"N-No! I'm fine! I can go alone."

I recoiled in horror, shoving his hand away. Getting tangled with that guy leads nowhere good. Gay ending? Hard pass, even in death!

I lay on the bed, ignoring the nurse's sharp glare. Time to cool my head and sort this out.

1. I'm possessed as Evan, a nuclear-waste-tier reputation character.

2. All my stats are F. Combat power? Weaker than a random slime.

3. To get home, kill the Demon King. Problem: Need the Resonance skill. Meaning, raise heroine affinity.

But... Just talking to one gets me expelled for harassment?

I tore at my hair. "This is insane."

Future's pitch black—hell, abyssal void. Charging in blind is suicide. Evan's karma is Everest-sized. And worse: Wait... Even playing as the spec'd-out protagonist, I couldn't score? Son of a bitch!!

Difficulty slider broken. Bug-level bullshit.

"Sigh......"

I accepted reality. No rushing affinity now. Priority: Claw reputation from underground mantle levels back to zero. Figure why he's trash-treated, what he did. Plus, hidden pieces, money-makers, stat-ups. Mountains to climb.

"Still... it's a loop story, right?" I smiled bitterly. Infinite chances. Die, restart. No rush. Prep slow, perfect the walkthrough.

...That's what I naively thought back then.

I looped countless times. One conclusion from all that time:

[Evan = Trash]

This cursed body rejected swordsmanship, magic alike. 'No mana'—absolute talent wall. Effort-proof.

But biggest issue? Romancing the heroine. Tried sincere confessions, cool ignores. Took blades for them in crises. Groan... Even I was impressed. Perfect timing—named grandkids in a flash.

Result? "......No."

Still no. No reason, no matter how deep I dug. World's causality rejects Evan outright.

Fuck... What the hell am I supposed to do?!

But the ultimate despair? Evan... was impotent.

Yeah, I was a eunuch. In this paradise where even extras are cuties. Over a century lived, never once... did my gun salute.

This is an adult romance sim, right? Hardest hard mode ever. Wanna die. Wait, dying changes nothing!

I finally got it. This 'game' ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is purgatory eternal.

Loops passed again. Sometimes... I cry... Pull down pants... Stare at my junk... Hate myself...

"......"

Flipped open a hard-won smut mag. Nada. Peeked women's baths, death-defying. Stood? Nope. (Died for real.)

No surprise. I staggered up.

"Give up? In your dreams."

Can't escape in death? Endure alive. Escape solo route, slay Demon King... Back to reality. Path exists. Time infinite. Do it!

Luckily, loops revealed a ray: Men don't treat me like vermin. Commoner, work-study slacker. Neutral indifference. To me now? Warm spring sun.

Dawn, 6 AM. Academy 2nd Cafeteria kitchen.

Thwack, thwack-thwack, thwack! Knife danced through onions, slicing silence.

Swordsmanship sucked, but century of veggie-chopping? Blind onion peels now.

"Oh, Evan. Already here?" Bearish chef Hans yawned through the back door.

"Morning, Chef. Stew prep done."

I wiped sweat, bowed deeply.

Hans's eyes bugged. Potato-onion mountains neatly soaked.

"Damn, kid. You a wizard? Knife skills beat mine."

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"Was knight-aspirant till two years ago. Decent with blades."

"...Relevant? Wasted talent. Nobles lesser than you. Here, drink."

He tossed fresh milk.

"Thanks."

"No need. Shift flour sacks. Pasta lunch."

"Got it."

20kg sack on shoulder. F- stamina trash, but tricks helped.

Screeech—thud. Rusty warehouse door behind cafeteria screamed open. Moonlight poured in; I sorted, sighed.

"Hoo..."

Peaceful, beggar day again.

Then.

"Sa... ve me."

Faint voice. "Bloo... need blood..."

Slow turn. Corner pile: woman collapsed. Ghost-pale skin, sweat-matted silver hair, blood-soaked uniform.

"No way... Evangeline?"

Chills erupted. Academy pariah #1. Cursed witch, dhampir, Piarot Evangeline.

Eyes met.

"......!"

Heart dropped. Body reacted before brain. Run.

Instinct screamed—like deer facing tiger. Spine chills dried mouth, legs quaked.

Her crimson pupils blazed. No human eyes. Dying apex predator, could crush me bug-like.

"Blood... Offer your blood!!"

Instant command. No anger room. Overwhelming presence crushed soul.

"S-Sorry..."

"What? H-How?"

Squeezed voice, backed away. Legs jelly-dragged turn.

Tangle = death. Not a game.

"Ah... Please... Blood shortage. Save me..."

Desperate plea behind. Flinch. Feet glued like bonded floor. Brain fled thousands times; body disobeyed.

"Ha..."

Damn my nature. Can't ignore pleas. Sucker supreme. That's me. Ignored original Evan's bullying once...? Avoided this mess?

"......"

Dunno. Fuck it. Can't let bloodied cutie die.

Suppressed terror, crouched. Dire state. No blood soon? Shock death.

"Just... a little. Then go."

Shaky hands unbuttoned shirt, bared neck. Voice quivered pitifully.

"......!"

Her red eyes locked throat. Doubt, wariness, unbearable thirst mixed. Terrifying. Might rip neck, die.

Still, squeezed eyes shut, offered neck.

Then. Evangeline lunged like starved beast.

Shluck!

"Guhk......!"

Fangs pierced tender nape. Flesh-ripping tear, sharp pain pierced brain.

But.

......Huh?

Pain fleeting. Hot blood surged; then, unexpectedly, soft wet touch overlaid.

Smack, sluuuurp—!

Lips sealed wound, sucked hard. Cold fangs pinned flesh; hot tongue snaked, licked.

Zing—.

Odd thrill up spine. Blood drained, life sapped—yet mood euphoric. Brain-melting like drugs. Each gulp scraped soul-bottom pleasure, body-shaking ecstasy.

This... feels, why so good......

Vision flickered, world spun. Gravity gone, lazy float. Hazy mind rang her ragged breaths, slick frictions crystal-clear.

"Slurp, schluuuurp... Haa... Chuuup..."

Like... intense, deep kiss illusion.

Then, blurry sight flashed tactless window.

......What? Caress?

Brain froze. This is caress? Not bloodsuck? Wait—

Resonance skill?!

Panic-joy surged brief; body screamed. F- stamina guppy, me.

"Too... much......"

Ah, suck moderate...

Vision blurred fast. Finger-twitch impossible.

Sudden chuckle. Die in bloody cutie's arms. Vs. near-hundred dog deaths? Good death.

Thud.

"Gah!!"

"You okay? Feeling sick?"

"Yeah, fine. Heading to Infirmary."

Awake in Summoning Practice Room, rose smoothly. But then.

System window glitched; unfamiliar red warning blanketed vision.

"......What?"

Heart plummeted. Sole lifeline—regression—gone.

Why?

Staring blankly, professor barked irritably.

"Evan! Go already? You're disrupting!"

"Ah... Yes, sorry!"

Shoved out door.

Step, step. Shock trailed; inertia to Infirmary.

Then.

"Evan."

Husky, ear-burrowing sticky allure. I knew this voice. Had to.

Just bit my neck, sucked blood.

No way.

Slow turn: Students parted like Red Sea.

Center: her. Knee-length jet-black hair. Translucent pale skin. Heavy dark circles under eyes. Gloomy yet decadent beauty, impossible to look away. Academy pariah #1. Witch of the cursed Evangeline family, Piarot Evangeline.

Wait, black hair? Doubted eyes. Warehouse? Moonlit silver...

No time confuse.

"......"

She approached silently. Air chilled instantly.

"Wh-Why's that witch here?"

"Don't meet her eyes."

Sneering students hushed, backed away terrified. Fearful silence.

What? Never happened before. Original, dozens loops—no daytime hall appearances. Approaching me?

Smooth. Slender fingers cupped cheek softly.

"Eek...!"

Cold. Corpse-touch chill, no human warmth. Red eyes bored into mine.

"Please follow me."

She whispered low.