The knock on the dorm room door echoed like muffled thunder trapped inside my racing chest, my heart still hammering wildly from the recent Awakening while I lay panting and sweaty on the cold mana-stone floor, my naked body pressed against the ruined blonde servant. She — Rebecca, the silver badge on the torn uniform tossed in the corner finally revealing her name — whimpered softly and pleadingly at my side, legs spread and trembling uncontrollably, thick semen slowly and warmly running down her voluminous, fleshy thighs, surprisingly vivid blue eyes now glassy and lost, fixed on me with a new, raw, addicted hunger that the filthy system mercilessly planted in all its victims.
"M-more… sir, please… don't stop now… it hurts so much but it's too good… I need to feel it again…"
Her hoarse, broken voice begged shamelessly, soft trembling hand touching my sweaty, marked leg, her curvy body slowly dragging itself closer even completely destroyed by the animal frenzy of minutes earlier. The interface blinked satisfied and cruel in the edge of my vision: [Temporary addicted partner successfully confirmed. Permanent multipliers unlocked if acts are repeated within 24 hours: +100% points in all sexual acts with her. Daily consumption reduced by 20% while partner is nearby. (She is yours now, master. Use freely.)]
Points jumped and stabilized at 8120, safe for days, extended time giving precious breathing room, but the knock turned into a hard, impatient pounding — a deep male voice in the hallway, definitely Daniel or Raymond returning early from the courtyard.
"Shade? You in there? I heard some weird as fuck noise, muffled screaming, slaps… everything okay or did you start a fight?"
Absolute fuck, real danger crashing down suddenly and relentlessly like an avalanche, unpredictable, crushing, deadly for any reputation or future at the academy. Curious male students gathering in the hallway now, whispers starting, female instructors routinely patrolling the male dorms to "maintain order," discovery of a "sexual assault" on a hired commoner servant meant immediate expulsion without appeal, public humiliating judgment in the central hall, the Bartfort family notified and sinking even deeper into peripheral poverty mud, my name turning into an eternal joke in the matriarchal kingdom.
Reason returned sharp and fast after the poison, fresh adrenaline mixing with the warm remnants of primal desire still pulsing in my veins like low fire. I jumped to my feet in an instant, sweaty naked body shining under the dim mana lamps, grabbing her torn clothes from the floor and throwing them quickly onto her trembling lap.
"Shut up right now. Put this shit on fast. Pretend you just came to clean vomit or dust. Smile innocent if anyone asks."
She obeyed trembling and automatic, too addicted by the system to question or resist, putting on the torn gray uniform as best as she could — buttonless blouse covering marked full breasts, tight shorts hiding the semen running down — blue eyes still begging for more touch anyway, strong blush on her tanned cheeks.
I threw on my wrinkled, sweaty uniform fast, cock still semi-hard throbbing painfully, wiping semen and fluids from the hard floor with a dirty sheet tossed in the corner, heart in my throat.
Another hard pounding on the door, Daniel's voice louder.
"I'm opening with the master key if you don't answer now, man! I heard a woman screaming!"
Tense silence outside for endless seconds, footsteps of more students approaching the hallway. Rebecca leaned against the opposite wall, weak legs barely supporting her weight, but quiet as ordered.
I took a deep breath, voice coming out falsely calm and convincing.
"I'm fucking fine! Bad lunch sickness, puked all over the floor. Servant came to clean the shit as routine. Get the fuck out of there, Daniel, don't bother me!"
Heavy silence again, hesitant steps in the hallway, low whispers — "I heard weird moans" — but Raymond's voice convincing.
"Leave the guy, he's sick. Party tomorrow, don't mess with him."
Footsteps finally moving away slowly, the door of the room next door slamming. Bitter, sweaty relief flooded my body — we escaped by inches, the social avalanche diverted at the last possible second.
Rebecca approached limping slowly, kissing my sweaty, marked neck with trembling lips.
"I'll come back tonight secretly… sir. I need more… use me again."
I nodded quickly, mind racing processing the high risk but vital reward — a new secret partner inside the academy, risky nightly meetings but constant points without depending only on distant Lila. Multipliers saving literal time of life.
Night fell heavy and oppressive over the campus, sleep a subtle tease of the Second Nightmare growing — a cold mechanical voice whispering in the darkness of my mind, but it hadn't fully taken over yet. Aria reported invisibly beside the bed: [Airship 45% complete now. Worker robots accelerating production with absorbed loot. More alternative energy needed… sexual method recommended for efficient boost.]
I laughed low and cynical in the dark. Everything revolved around fucking to survive, to build, to rise.
The day of the tea party dawned bright, cruel, and relentless, the entire campus decorated with colorful mana flags fluttering in the constant wind of the islands, elegant floating tables in the suspended gardens filled with exotic imported sweets, rare teas boiling in enchanted kettles, sweet floral aroma mixing with the expensive perfume of nobles. Female students paraded in elegant dresses emphasizing perfect curves — deep necklines, wide skirts, mana glowing like auras —, men in rigid and dull uniforms following like useful shadows carrying heavy trays or dancing when ordered without choice.
We peripheral mobs grouped nervously and humiliated in the corners — me, Daniel, Raymond, and a few others like us —, minimal and desperate invitations sent to scholarship girls or daughters of mid-tier baronets the night before. Mine went to Olivia — the near-victim virgin from the courtyard yesterday, who accepted politely by mana message, curious but distant eyes in the quick meeting to confirm.
The party began oppressive and hierarchical as expected: central heiresses in the inner circle shining, Prince Julian and the four main capturables with radiant mana auras laughing loudly, the protagonist (rumors about her already spreading strongly across campus as a "talented commoner rising fast") in their group smiling charmingly. Rival villain — Marie Fou Lafan, arrogant blonde from a powerful duchy — making her debut loudly and publicly mocking a scholarship girl nearby.
"Know your place, dirty commoner! Men like these mobs are only for serving tea, not dancing with true nobles."
Classic echo of the script I knew, laughter echoing cruelly across the suspended garden.
My mandatory dance with Olivia was tense and loaded — her body too close in the floating hall, soft floral smell of cheap perfume, subtle curves brushing lightly against my chest with every turn, hands trembling on her slim waist. The interface blinking crazily and insistently: [Elevated dance task: Disguised intimate touch — 300 points. Penetration in the dark gardens later: 1000+ bonus. (Take her behind the trees, master. No one cares about a mob fucking a scholarship girl.)]
Heat rising strongly again in my veins, residual desire from yesterday's poison throbbing, my cock discreetly hardening against her skirt, her breathing subtly accelerating against my neck.
She blushed hard, whispering low during a spin.
"You… dance surprisingly well for someone peripheral. And you're Awakened, right? Rumors are spreading."
But the villain Marie's eyes suddenly fixed on us from the center — a predatory and venomous smile forming, loud voice cutting through the mana music.
"Look at the audacity! A poor Awakened mob dancing with a scholarship girl. Pathetic background duo. You should be kneeling serving tea, not polluting the dance floor!"
Public humiliation fell heavy like an avalanche — loud laughter echoing through the entire garden, mocking looks from heiresses, Prince Julian raising an amused eyebrow, the protagonist covering a polite smile. Reputation sinking further, Daniel and Raymond watching with pity from the corner.
I smiled inwardly cynical, my hand subtly tightening on Olivia's waist — with Aria building a secret airship, addicted partners yielding constant points, meta knowledge of the entire script…
This cruel matriarchal world wouldn't break me easily. I would devour it slowly, from the shadows.
But that night after the party, heavy sleep hit hard and inevitable — the cold mechanical voice echoing clearly in the dark mind: [Awakened Aspirant. Second Nightmare approaching… Prepare yourself.]
The Beast purred hungry and satisfied in the background. The tea party was only the hot beginning.
Independence flying close. Absolute sexual survival.