The polished floors of Excelsior Academy's grand hallways gleamed under the soft lighting.
Tat! Tat! Tat!
The delicate footsteps of a girl moving.
Lilith Sinclair walked with her eyes gently closed with her lips curled in the faintest, most delicate smile, as though she were savoring an exotic taste.
Her arms hung loosely at her sides, her long, dark hair flowing like strands of silk in a silent breeze.
Students lining the halls parted instinctively as their chatter died down to whispers and sighs.
All eyes followed her — some wide with admiration, some melting with helpless affection — yet not a single soul dared disturb her. They smiled, they waved shyly, but none received even the faintest glance. She walked above them, through them, not truly there…
Trailing a few respectful steps behind her, Alfred adjusted his grip on the now-folded parasol as his sharp eyes remained hidden behind dark shades.
He could feel the tension in the air — no, not tension.
Heat.
He tilted his head slightly to observe how the President's delicate brows knitted together ever so slightly, how her breathing was soft, but just a touch too quick.
"… President."
He called, keeping his voice low enough that it wouldn't shatter the spell around her.
"Is everything alright?"
He wondered — was it the sun again?
But no, they were indoors.
The windows had been darkened for her comfort, and the parasol wasn't needed.
Lilith didn't answer at first.
She simply continued walking, her mind adrift.
『I'm a descendant of the Sinclair Family and yet…』
Even now, she could still see it clearly — those cold, uncaring eyes looking right at her.
There was no fear in them, no amazement either.
Just calm, like he didn't care who she was or what she could do.
『Lucas Gray…』
Not even awakened, yet somehow, he had shrugged off her powerful glamour like it was nothing more than a soft wind brushing past him.
『Some of the oldest nobles would fall to my charm without realizing it…』
And yet, he had simply… turned her down. Casually.
The memory made a strange, burning sensation pool in her stomach, spreading outwards.
It set her skin alight—like she was boiling in lava.
Softly, as though embracing a teddy bear, Lilith wrapped her arms around herself. A small, sultry moan escaped her lips — almost too quiet to be heard, yet somehow louder than any shout. Her cheeks flushed an erotic shade of red, and her closed eyes fluttered briefly.
"It's too early for this…"
She chuckled inwardly.
"The moon's not even up, and I'm already… thirsty."
And yet...
She pressed her thighs together subtly as a wave of need rushed through her.
Mmm~ ❤️
Her lips parted ever so slightly.
『Still… it's quite unfortunate~ the first man I ask out, and he turns me down…』
A sharp shine of her hidden fangs flashed beneath her smiling cherry lips.
Behind her, Alfred caught the sight of her hugging herself — the soft sway of her shapely body, the strange glimmer in her cheeks — and his brow twitched.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"President…" he said carefully, "is there… a problem?"
He trailed off, unable to find a word that wouldn't sound inappropriate.
Sensing his restraint, Lilith opened one eye lazily and cast him a side glance that was both teasing and commanding.
"… Active?"
It was a whisper, but was warm—kind of like honey dripping from a blade.
Alfred simply nodded, feeling a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck. He quickly shifted his eyes to the hallways and silently prayed that no overly-zealous students would get too close.
"Fufu~ ❤️ oh, don't worry…"
Lilith faced forward again, resuming her slow, regal pace.
A moment passed. Then—
"Alfred?" she sang sweetly.
"Yes, President?" he answered quickly.
Without opening her eyes, she lifted a delicate, snow-pale finger to eye level.
"Tell Meredith to fetch Lucas Gray for me. I'd love to have a little… chat."
And with that, she pressed the finger against her lush lips, then bit it lightly — hard enough to draw a droplet of blood that gleamed like a ruby.
The wound healed instantly, but Lilith used the blood to paint her lips a vibrant, seductive red. She chuckled darkly as the sound sent a shiver down Alfred's spine.
"… Immediately."
Alfred's jaw tightened behind his stoic expression.
He adjusted his shades and nodded.
『The President must be starving…』
That was his first thought.
『Since awakening, she's barely fed properly… her hunger must've multiplied several times over…』
Still, part of him couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't just hunger that made her target this boy.
He lifted a hand… maybe he was trying to reach for her shoulder — but he hesitated, curling his fingers back into a tight fist.
By now, she had floated several meters ahead of him.
"… President, if you"re so thirsty… why not feed from me? Or any of your loyal sired ones? We'd gladly—"
Lilith's body stilled.
In the next instant, she turned her head slightly as her glowing red eyes sliced through the air like a dagger.
"Shut up and do as you're told."
The hall around them seemed to darken slightly as her power coiled through the air.
"Or perhaps you want me to remind you what it means… to be sired by me?"
Alfred lowered his head immediately.
"My apologies, President."
Without another word, he spun on his heel and vanished down a side hallway to carry out her command.
･･･
Hello fellow gentlemen. Lucas Gray here, connoisseur of fine living.
Today, I bring you a review of my current top-secret residence — the one and only Gentlemen's VIP Room.
Entrance Fee? Zero dollars.
Monthly Rent? Not a single coin.
Location? Prime real estate — a luxury locker located in the prestigious girl's locker room of Excelsior Academy (the highschool division, of course) abandoned after a tragic combination lock malfunction (and an unfortunate deodorant spill).
Lucas's eyes inflated, his cheeks flushed bright red, and little puffs of steam shot out of his nostrils.
"Breasts… bubble butt… breasts…"
Every time he caught a glimpse of jiggling breasts or a peek at soft, pink nipples, he couldn't help but giggle like a devilish little goblin. It happened without fail whenever the beautiful ladies started taking off their clothes.
"Oh, back to my real estate!"
Constructed with durable steel walls and just the right number of ventilation slits, the unit offers a panoramic, tastefully obstructed view of the surroundings. Privacy is guaranteed thanks to a strategically snapped hinge that leaves just enough room for a discerning gentleman's gaze.
Impressive, right? So is the lighting.
Natural, unfiltered fluorescents illuminate every sexy curve of these greedy ladies hiding their sweet bubble butts in perfect, god-sent clarity.
Peak viewing hours occur right after 5th-period gym class, when the girls return glowing, sweaty, and flushed from athletic exertion. Particularly recommended is Mira, the bronzed gazelle of the track team, whose sweat-dappled muscles and loose tank tops are truly sights worth scholarly admiration.
"Heh, her body could give a Barbie doll a boner~"
Always, there are amenities!
The locker comes fully equipped with…
An integrated breathing hole (disguised as rust damage) for air circulation.
A custom moisture-control system (consisting of Lucas holding his breath for heroic periods).
Soundproof insulation (provided by the layer of forgotten gym towels).
While space is a little "intimate" any true gentleman of culture knows that elegance lies in minimalism.
Snacks are not included — but clever patrons can sneak in protein bars in jacket pockets. Gourmet options exist for those daring enough to swipe cafeteria leftovers.
Speaking of snacks… it didn't take long before all the girls started peeling off their wet gym clothes with bursts of laughter and teasing giggles.
One of the girls — Hama, an awkward girl who always wore those huge baggy shirts to gym — pulled hers over her head, and boom — two absolutely massive meat cannons burst into view, barely caged by a poor, overstretched bra fighting for its life.
This time, it wasn't just Lucas who was left stunned.
Even Ben, who usually kept it together, shivered a little when he caught sight of them.
"Holy crap…"
Ben muttered under his breath, pushing up his glasses like he needed to double-check if he was seeing things.
"I didn't know Hama was packing those! I mean… people always teased her for being fat, but… damn, maybe it's just all boobs and a bit of chest fat?"
Still grinning like he'd just been handed the secret to the universe, Lucas nodded slowly.
"Indeed… you can never truly know a woman until you've gotten the keys to her underwear…"
He said, like some ancient sage passing down the most forbidden knowledge.
Ben raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-skeptical.
"Uhh… Master, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the keys to her heart?"
Lucas gave a serious nod, completely unfazed.
"Yeah, that's what I said. To get to a woman's heart, you gotta get through the breasts first, heh~"
Before Ben could even argue back, Lucas's attention was yanked away. His eyes locked onto the narrow slits in the locker door — just in time to catch Mira pulling off her sports bra.
Her soft, surprisingly round and hefty breasts bounced up and down, then slapped gently against her sweaty chest with a deliciously wet sound.
The kind that makes your spine tingle.
Lucas's soul nearly left his body.
『HOW GRAND──?!』
His hands shot up and slapped against the iron walls of the locker with a loud clang, and he pressed his face even closer to the slits, desperate not to miss a single pixel.
A hot breath escaped his mouth.
"This is… this is fantastic!"
He whispered hoarsely.
"Gotta save this to my neural memory… 4K resolution, no filters… even if I had a camera, I'd never take a picture of something so divine. This… this is only for my eyes to cherish!"
Meanwhile, Ben barely even glanced anymore, looking more uncomfortable than anything.
He adjusted his crooked glasses and mumbled.
"Uhm… Master… not that I'm not honored to be invited to this prime… real estate, but uh… won't we get into serious trouble if we get caught?"
Lucas didn't even spare him a glance. His whole soul was glued to Mira, who had just grabbed her water bottle, tipping it back for a long drink. Beads of water rolled down her sexy chin, dripped between the soft valley of her sweaty, meaty cleavage, and disappeared into places Lucas could only dream about.
He licked his dry lips like a desperate traveler lost in the desert.
"I wish I were that water…"
He whispered with a trembling voice.
But then he noticed Ben, standing there stiff as a board, not even peeking anymore. Lucas finally tore his eyes away, clicked his tongue, and gave Ben a sideways look.
"Don't worry. You don't gotta be scared of something like that, alright?"
He pat Ben on the back like a benevolent elder.
Ben gave him a doubtful glance, adjusting his oversized glasses again.
"Really…?"
Lucas just grinned and leaned back against the locker with a satisfied sigh.
"Yeah. Trust me. The heavens favor the brave… and the perverted."
"R-, Really…?"
"Would I ever lie to you? Besides, the security of this locker features five-star safety. This locker is so forgotten that not even janitors bother opening it anymore. The busted lock doubles as a psychological deterrent. After all, what respectable student would suspect that a distinguished VIP is inside, living life to the fullest?"
"WOAH! THAT'S SO TRUE!"
Soon after…
The girls' locker room drowned in chaos.
Shrieks and panicked cries boomed as a stranger — an impossibly elegant woman — stepped inside.
Sitting calmly by the wall drinking from her bottle, Mira simply raised an eyebrow.
"Hm?"
She thought, glancing at the door.
"Whatever."
She shrugged and went back to drinking.
The others were not so composed.
"WHO IS SHE?!"
"I bet it's a dude in disguise!!"
"No way, look at her body, she's massive!"
"Besides, no one would do something so dumb! Not even that bastard, Lucas Gray!"
At the entrance stood Meredith.
The lady standing at the door was far too elegant to be mistaken for a man dressed as a woman.
Her skin was so beautiful — like liquid milk reflecting in clear glacier water. She had a slender but curvy figure that could easily make any man fall to his knees and worship her. Her long, silky black hair was tied up in a way that made it look shorter, almost like a hairstyle from older times.
She wore glasses that added to her mature but strangely ageless look. With a body and face like that, it was hard to believe she could be an old woman — she certainly didn't look it — but there was something about the air around her, something slightly old, like she might be a grandmother who somehow stayed young forever.
As for what she wore, she had on a black and white maid outfit, styled like something out of medieval times. But her body filled it out in a way that was impossible to ignore. Her chest was massive, like two overripe melons, and her hips were so wide it seemed like she'd struggle to fit through a doorway.
She looked like a living goddess of seduction, yet at the same time, she carried herself with the grace and dignity of royalty.
It was hard to believe she was human.
This was Meredith, Lilith's personal maid.
Meredith's crimson eyes swept the room, utterly unfazed by the panicked young ladies.
Then, her eyes locked onto a particular corner.
"… There you are,"
Her voice was low and honey-smooth.
It was the sort of voice that would make any man fall to their knees and lick her toes.
She took slow steps toward an abandoned row of lockers.
One locker in particular.
Inside, Lucas stiffened.
『No way…』
Panic gripped his heart.
One of the girls tried to step forward.
"Um, miss? That locker's off-limits, you shouldn't—"
Meredith didn't even glance at her. She just kept walking.
Lucas whispered under his breath.
"No way she can actually tell I'm here… right? Right?!"
BLAM!
Without warning, her fist tore through the steel locker door like it was paper, leaving a perfect imprint.
Lucas stared at the dent, wide-eyed.
He smiled, shutting his eyes with a resigned expression.
"… I'm screwed."
With another loud crash, the locker door was ripped clean off its hinges.
Standing there was Meredith.
There was a faint smile on her face… but also elegant.
"Lady Lilith would like to see you," she said coolly.
Trembling next to Lucas, Ben whispered.
"Bro… bro, just pretend you're dead…"
"Hrmm…"