Sena's Shocking Past
"No way... One of Sena's defining traits is her surprising lack of hesitation. She's so tough that sometimes I feel like the girl being swept along."
"Are you serious?"
"...Was that too sudden?"
Sena's eyes softened slightly, taking on a somewhat cowed air. I hurriedly waved my hands.
"Ah, no! That's not what I meant. No, what I wanted to ask is... "
Should I even say this? Bringing it up myself felt terribly ungentlemanly. Screw it. What a joke—me, a pervert who's already spanked her ass, pretending to be a gentleman. Just go for it.
"Sena... you're a virgin, right?"
A brief silence. Sena, who had been staring at my reflection in the mirror, whipped around with an incredulous look.
"How would you know that?"
"You told me yourself."
"...Did I?"
"Well, you said it in your sleep, but still."
I'd wondered back then why she'd said it so casually—figured she was aware of it. Turns out she hadn't even realized she'd let it slip.
Of course, the fact that she was a virgin was something I'd subtly coaxed out of her too.
Sena turned back to the mirror with a resolute gaze, only to cover her face with both hands a moment later.
"Haa."
A rare, deep sigh. I knew right then I'd screwed up. A toast to my idiot self...
"So I spilled it after all."
"S-Sorry."
"I said it with my mouth—why should you be sorry?"
As Sena lowered her hands, her lips were pouting in a sulk.
"Fine. I've never dated a guy."
Figured as much.
"You're a total mosol, then."
"What's that?"
"It's a term from my world—short for 'born solo.' It means someone who's never dated since birth."
"A word for pure people?"
"Kinda, but not really in that sense. It's more like... hopeless losers who can't get a date..."
"Hopeless losers?"
Sena turned back, wrinkling her nose slightly. Even that was cute.
"Lee Hyun. Were you calling me a hopeless loser?"
"No! That's not what I meant. I was just referring to people who haven't dated..."
Like I'd ever call her that on purpose. Am I crazy?
"Watch your mouth. Don't forget whose servant you are."
"Sorry, Sena."
She silently finished brushing her hair straight. I worried I'd pissed her off with my slip-up, but then Sena spoke.
"Is it weird that I've never dated?"
"Of course not. Everyone has their reasons."
"Want to hear mine?"
Suddenly? Sena rarely ever talked about herself.
"I couldn't date because of my family."
This was a first. Sena opening up about her past.
"Our house is a historic, prestigious magical family."
"Leden told me."
"Then you get that we can't just date freely to uphold traditions?"
Not common in my world, but I knew similar cases—rich families cracking down on kids hanging out with poorer ones.
"I was set to get engaged and marry a guy my family chose."
"You're engaged?"
"Was. When I was 8, to a 20-year-old."
A 12-year gap? And they betrothed an 8-year-old to a 20-year-old?
"We kept our distance even after the engagement. I was too young to understand marriage or betrothals, so I just thought he was someone they assigned me to be friends with."
Makes sense—an 8-year-old wouldn't grasp that stuff. Just told "you're engaged," and she'd go along without knowing what it meant.
"The families agreed we'd have any real relations after I graduated the academy."
"Something happened that broke it off, right?"
"Grand killed him."
Her shoulders trembled violently. The shocking revelation hit me hard.
"He wasn't interested in me at 8. The engagement was just a stepping stone to our prestigious family."
But as the years passed and Sena blossomed into a beauty with top-tier skills, his heart wavered. That was the problem.
"My fiancé had a mistress witch."
The uninterested fiancé had a separate affair. I don't know what they talked about, but he probably promised her things like ditching Sena for marriage—promises he couldn't keep.
Then, as he started falling for Sena, he wanted to erase the affair. So he schemed something ruthless to ditch the mistress for good.
Impregnating Sena.
If he got her pregnant, marriage would go smoothly, and the mistress would get disillusioned and leave, he figured.
But the mistress caught on first. Instead of despair, she plotted the absurd plan to kill Sena and claim the man.
It all exploded at once.
Sena, who didn't see her fiancé as a lover despite the betrothal, rejected his sudden advances. Panicked by her firm refusal, he attempted to rape her—impossible as that was. That's when the mistress tried to assassinate her.
It all happened inside the academy in under 10 minutes.
And for Grand, who guarded Sena year-round like a fortress, it was a sight that flipped his switch.
No telling the fury of a servant who'd burn his life for her. But one thing's sure: that day, the fiancé and mistress were torn apart beyond recognition.
"The mistress was an academy student, my senior. She had some fame there."
"Witch killer..."
"That's the nickname it gave me. He slaughtered a witch without my orders."
Even if the fiancé started it, the families didn't want ties severed. The Michele family, indifferent to a mere servant's death, tried to end it by executing Grand.
But Sena refused and defended him.
"The family never liked Grand from the start. Or Leden."
"Why hate servants when everyone has them?"
I finished brushing and started styling her hair by hand.
"Our house must dispose of all servants made before adulthood."
"...Why?"
"For the family's dignity."
Sena glared into the mirror.
"Childhood servants are immature. Leden's doll body and Grand's innards prove it."
It was also a rite of passage, shedding childish immaturity for a fresh adult start. As a prestigious house, they wanted all immature servants scrapped for new ones.
But Sena staunchly refused to abandon servants that meant death to them.
Then Grand killed a witch and mage, so the family used it to force disposal.
That irreparably soured things between Sena and her family.
"As next academy director, these servants lower our dignity and authority."
"You're becoming director?"
"No."
Sena's eyes dropped in regret.
"They said I'd have to ditch my servants. I told them if that's the case, I won't do it."
"...That thing about Ios and Eri challenging for director?"
"Yeah. Since I said no, they think it's their shot."
Finished speaking, Sena placed her hands on her knees and said, slightly miffed,
"Anyway, point is, I'm not a hopeless loser who can't date."
"I didn't mean it like that... You holding it against me?"
"Nah. More importantly—tomorrow night. Thought about it?"
She snapped back to the present from the past.
"You serious about that?"
"...Yeah."
Ah, but tomorrow night? Does it have to be tomorrow?
"Why not tonight or the day after, instead of tomorrow night?"
"Why?"
"No, just... tomorrow night is..."
Sena's eyes narrowed gradually. Her voice carried a chilling edge.
"What's tomorrow night?"
"......"
"It's the weekend—no academy. And specifically at night?"
"......"
"Not some other time, but night?"
"......"
"Lee Hyun. Who are you meeting? Answer me."
"...He, Helena."
Sena's eyes flashed with subtle ferocity.
"Why the director?"
"......"
"Why meet the director tomorrow night of all times?"
"...Sh, she called me..."
"So there must be a reason she called."
"......"
Unable to answer, I faltered as Sena looked away.
"Whatever. Probably the same reason I want you."
"Sena, it's just for magic growth. Not... not doing that."
"What do I care?"
Hiss. This pattern felt familiar—something girls from my world pulled.
"Whatever you do there has nothing to do with me."
"No, but..."
"You going to fuck the director?"
Don't say "fuck" so bluntly like that.
"N-No."
"Whether you fuck the director or not is none of my business."
Sena glared coldly.
"You think you're my boyfriend or something?"
"N-No, but... I'm just going for punishment."
"...Then go. Do everything beyond punishment too."
Why are you mad...?
"Might as well go now. Why waste time? Fuck all night in the director's bed and just move in."