The Appearance of Bloody Rose, New Prey (1)
Ruriel Basium. Her name struck fear and awe into the hearts of every first-year at the Imperial Magic Academy. Though she came from a declining military family, her natural combat instinct and overwhelming charisma had allowed her to build the powerful faction known as Bloody Rose. Her group consisted mainly of skilled young noblewomen and was notorious for never yielding an inch in faction wars. Of course, this was all within the limited scope of a first-year first-semester academy.
He's looking at me.
Tusma tried to ignore Ruriel's piercing gaze and continue his meal, but she strode straight toward him. Every eye in the dining hall locked onto them at once.
Looks like I'm about to get dragged into something.
He wasn't afraid. After all, Tusma Ssex was a pervert at his core. His eyes were busy secretly drinking in the way her generous curves swayed with every confident step.
Whoa, what a body. This lady looks absolutely delicious.
Surviving as the lowest of the low had sharpened his instincts. So Tusma kept his true thoughts hidden and immediately slipped into the exact role the arrogant noble girl wanted: the trembling, submissive commoner.
"Hmm~"
Ruriel stopped directly in front of him and looked him up and down. Her golden, cat-like eyes gleamed like a predator that had spotted fresh meat.
"So you're that rumored commoner? The one who got lucky and took first place in training?"
Her voice was low and husky, carrying an unmistakable weight of authority. She spoke in pure informal speech, making no effort to hide her contempt.
Tusma rose from his seat and answered with perfect politeness.
"It is an honor to meet you, Lady Basium. My name is Tusma Ssex. I was merely fortunate during the training."
He kept his posture humble, but inside he was meticulously mapping every inch of her body.
C-cup... A little disappointing, but that tight, athletic figure is excellent. I wonder how delicious those sharp eyes would look when they melt into pure lust beneath my cock.
He already possessed the power to make that future a reality. After all, he had awakened the Paint of Corruption.
To use that power to its fullest, he needed his prey to come willingly within range of his massive thirty-centimeter asset.
"Not bad. A mere commoner actually knows my name."
Of course he did. It was all part of the princess's perverted little revenge scheme and his own filthy desires. That's why Tusma had spent every spare moment desperately memorizing the academy's entire student roster.
"I've been needing a new bread shuttle anyway. Perfect timing. From now on, you're my bread shuttle. Understand?"
She delivered the command like it was the most natural thing in the world. The surrounding noble students burst into cheers, laughing at Tusma's misfortune.
"Kekeke, that commoner trash has been properly marked by Lady Ruriel!"
"His academy life is going to be pure hell from now on!"
It was a humiliating situation built entirely on class difference. But Tusma secretly licked his lips.
Heh. She's handing me the perfect excuse to get close. How lucky can I get?
A bread shuttle could naturally stay by her side without raising suspicion. Outwardly, however, he maintained a pained, reluctant expression.
"Ugh... I-it is an honor, Lady Basium. I will obey your every command."
"Good, good. I don't dislike a dog that knows how to listen."
Ruriel nodded in satisfaction and left with her faction. Aria Steel, walking beside her, shot Tusma one last cold, analytical glare. Chloe Nightshade, on the other hand, sent him a gentle smile that somehow mixed pity with hidden calculation.
From that day forward, Tusma's real bread shuttle life began in earnest.
He ran endless errands at Ruriel's command. He became her human chair and footrest in classrooms, hallways, and gardens alike. It was utterly degrading for any human being.
But for Tusma, this was the ultimate reward.
Whoaaaa~!! The feeling of a noble girl's ass is absolutely divine! Human chair is the best~!!
Ruriel believed she was tormenting him. She was wrong.
Every time he served as her chair, Tusma could openly savor the warmth and softness of her rear. When he became her footrest, he could secretly peek up her skirt at her panties. The real challenge was fighting back his erection every time he caught a glimpse of her lewd black lace T-back.
Damn... Sex with the princess every night, then spending my days feeling a noble girl's ass and sneaking peeks at her panties... This is heaven!
When Tusma's body trembled with barely contained pleasure, Ruriel mistook it for suffering and smiled like a mischievous imp.
Hmm~ This commoner is actually pretty fun to play with.
Ruriel Basium had no idea.
Every time she pressed her body against him to torment him, the Paint of Corruption was slowly seeping deeper into her body, staining her from the inside out. Because of it, she was becoming increasingly conscious of Tusma. Calling him to serve as her chair and footrest had gone from a casual whim to something she actively enjoyed.
Tusma... I don't think I can be satisfied with a normal chair anymore.
Ruriel gazed down at him with a faint, excited blush on her cheeks.
And... watching him secretly reveal his desires is surprisingly entertaining.
Today was the first time she'd caught him peeking at her panties. She'd been startled at first, but strangely, she felt no anger. Instead, she'd discovered that she liked it.
I never knew I had a thing for exhibitionism.
Normally, the moment a commoner dared to look at a noble's underwear, she should have flown into a rage. But after repeatedly pressing herself against Tusma, she had already begun to be corrupted by the Paint of Corruption. Without realizing it, she had started seeing him as an object of desire.
"Eat this. It's an order."
Completely unaware of her own changing state, Ruriel shoved the bread she'd been eating directly into his mouth with an excited expression.
"Mmph."
Watching him eat bread that her lips had touched made her body grow hotter.
Ah, this is thrilling.
But that was as far as it went. Tusma's current mastery of the magic wasn't strong enough to push the corruption further. Her condition wouldn't change unless he filled her mind with lewd thoughts like the other girls, or slowly stained her over a much longer period.
Who would've thought I'd get to taste the highest-grade bread that only nobles eat?
Tusma chewed the bread thoughtfully. The flavor was incredible. It was a true delicacy he'd never experienced in his entire life as a bottom-feeder. Of course, he never forgot to keep the pained, suffering expression on his face. That was what Ruriel wanted to see.
A few days later, in a quiet, secluded garden on the academy grounds, Ruriel gave a new order to Tusma, who was currently serving as her footrest.
"Commoner, Chloe was supposed to gather some herbs. Go do it for her. That clumsy girl probably can't handle it properly anyway."
"Me, my lady?"
"You're not going to say you can't, are you?"
Thwack!
Ruriel kicked his back with her calf. She thought she was punishing him, but to Tusma it felt like pure pleasure. The soft texture of her calf and the way her thigh jiggled for a brief moment looked incredibly erotic.
And when she lifted her leg earlier, the way her panties dug into those plump labia was pure art!
Because they were narrow T-back panties, more than half of her bare labia had been visible. His erection had been throbbing nonstop ever since.
"No answer?"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"I-I'll do it!"
Even as he answered like he had no choice, Tusma's eyes were greedily drinking in the sight between her legs. Ruriel had noticed his gaze long ago but pretended not to, secretly enjoying how her most private parts were subtly exposed.
Aah, every time I show my body to this commoner, I get so unbearably excited...! To think I had such a perverted side.
Ruriel pulled her chair even closer to her living footrest and folded her knees. The movement brought Tusma's face dangerously close to her panties.
Whoa! That lewd scent! Damn, it smells incredible.
It was only natural. Ever since she'd realized he was looking, Ruriel had started taking much longer showers and keeping her underwear immaculate.
Aah... He's looking. He's definitely looking. This cute little commoner... Hehe. Hehehe...
Looking down at his face between her slightly spread thighs, Ruriel felt her own cheeks burning. It was a blessing that every class at the academy was optional. Even if she skipped lessons, exams only came every two months. Her family might not be wealthy by noble standards, but tuition wasn't a burden, so she could afford to spend her days enjoying this delinquent lifestyle.
Though I have been stuck in the first semester for a whole year now...
She didn't care what others thought. Plenty of nobles had been repeating the first semester for over a decade after failing their magic exams. With magic extending lifespans, living for hundreds of years was normal. Some even lived past a thousand.
So my family won't complain if I play around for a few decades.
Ruriel swallowed hard as she watched Tusma eagerly peeking at her panties.
Besides, I've finally found a bread shuttle I actually like... I need to play with him for a long, long time...
Then she remembered one crucial detail.
Wait. He's a commoner. Basically a beggar, right?
New students only received free tuition for their first semester. If he couldn't earn the money for the next term within two months, he'd have to take a leave of absence.
...That would be problematic.
She'd finally found an interesting toy, but could only play with it for two months? Even though he'd earned a scholarship by taking first in the recent training, as a commoner he'd probably spend it all on living expenses. Without completing academy quests, there was no way for someone like him to earn proper money.
Hmm~.
Ruriel fell into thought for a moment.
Then, suddenly, she spread her legs wide apart in an M-shaped pose, completely exposing her panties.