VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

The doors of the locker room swung open with a loud creak as a half-dozen students shuffled in, drenched in sweat, covered in arena dust, and chatting loudly to shake off their combat exhaustion.

"Man, today’s practical was actually insane," one guy whistled, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm. "Usually it’s just boring drills, but watching Volsver clash with the Saintess was peak entertainment."

"Right? Who knew the guy could even move like that?" another replied, tossing his duffel bag onto an empty bench. He glanced around the vacant room, scratching his head. "Wait, where is Eren anyway? Didn’t he head this way after the match?"

A third student shrugged as he opened his locker. "Probably already left to celebrate with his fiancée. Lucky bastard."

***

Meanwhile, a few corridors away in the hallway connecting the combat facility to the main campus, two of them strolled side by side with picture-perfect innocence.

Eren walked with his fingers laced behind the back of his head, whistling and completely relaxed, while Emma walked beside him with both hands buried deep into the pockets of her trousers.

On the outside, they looked like an exemplary student and his diligent combat trainer taking a stroll. On the inside, both were locked in a heavy, shared cocoon of guilt, raging fluster, and post-nut clarity.

"Well... that was certainly a thrill," Emma murmured under her breath, keeping her eyes glued strictly to the tiles ahead.

She let out a dry, breathy chuckle. "Even if we came within two seconds of a total public scandal."

"You can thank your ears for that miracle, Captain," Eren drawled casually. "Another five seconds and students would’ve walked in on their instructor choking on dick."

Emma let out a defeated sigh, her shoulders dropping a fraction.

Eren looked sideways, catching the pout on her lips. "What’s with the heavy sigh? Are you genuinely sulking because we couldn’t hit second gear?"

Emma gave a tiny, embarrassed whimper, refusing to confirm or deny the allegation.

After a few quiet paces, she exhaled, her posture shifting from bashful maiden back into warrior. Turning her face toward him, a bright, confident grin spread across her lips, her grey eyes lighting up.

"I’m free tomorrow evening, Eren," Emma whispered, her voice husky, sultry sending an involuntary shiver straight down his spine. "And as proper punishment for pumping my mouth full and leaving your captain aching and empty... I’m going to drain every last drop out of you until you’re flooding inside me. Be ready, darling. I’m not stopping until I get what I want."

Without waiting for his response, the pink-haired tomboy picked up her pace.

Eren slowed his steps. The deliberate sway of her hips and the tight flex of her ass drew his eyes like

a magnet.

"Rest in peace to myself," Eren muttered to himself with a tragic, heartfelt sigh. "The tombstone will read: Fucked empty."

Emma cast a playful, knowing wink over her shoulder before turning the corner toward the faculty office wing, leaving him alone in the quiet corridor.

Shaking the lingering heat from his brain, Eren adjusted his collar.

"Right," Eren muttered as he walked toward the administrative building. "Time to meet demon queen MILF."

*****

Across the campus in the luxurious private dorm, Alice sat comfortably at an ornate table.

She lifted a glass of chilled, freshly pressed apple juice she had personally brewed and took a sip.

"So, I heard that Eren almost beat you in the arena today, Alice," Theo remarked with a teasing grin, leaning his elbows on the polished wood.

Alice instantly puffed out her cheeks into a pout. "He did not almost beat me! He simply performed slightly above his usual level and caught me off guard with a ridiculous aerial stunt. That is all."

The white-haired prince chuckled warmly, opening the glass bottle she had brought for him. Taking a long draught of the fizzy fruit drink, the sweet, bubbly carbonation danced over his tongue, coaxing out a long, thoroughly satisfied exhale.

"Delicious as always," Theo sighed happily. He glanced across the table, noticing the blonde Saintess still glaring daggers at him over his previous remark.

Instantly switching into damage-control mode, the golden retriever threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, hey, I was only teasing! You were incredible out there, Alice. Honestly, I’m super proud of you!"

"Hmph. I certainly don’t need your condescending praise right now, Your Highness," Alice grumbled, looking away.

Theo’s shoulders instantly slumped, his cheerful expression crumpling into a tragic, wide-eyed look of pure puppy despair, terrified he had genuinely upset her.

Alice couldn’t maintain the stern facade for more than three seconds. Breaking into a soft chuckle, her expression shifted into quiet contemplation.

"I did manage to verify something rather interesting during the duel, though," Alice murmured.

Theo perked up immediately, leaning forward with sharp curiosity. "What is it?"

Alice stared down at the liquid in her cup, her eyes clouding with complex thoughts. "Ever since those memories from the previous life began surfacing in my mind, every major event has played out as it is... except for one thing."

She lifted her gaze, locking her serious amber eyes onto the prince.

"Eren Volsver," Alice said softly. "In my memories, he was a hopeless idiot who was meant to die by Reinhardt’s blade months ago. Yet the exact moment his life was supposed to end, his entire existence shifted. His demeanor, his combat instincts, his tactical mind... It’s like a completely different person."

Theo’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a calculating gaze. "Should I keep an eye on him? Or questioning him would be a lot better."

Alice stayed silent for a moment, carefully thinking about the choices before shaking her head.

"I considered that," Alice admitted in a quiet rasp. "I genuinely planned to corner him. But... he is currently the singular existence capable of controllingViolet’s Curse. Seeing her smile again, seeing her safe and warm because of him... I decided to turn a blind eye to his secrets for now."

Clearing the heavy atmosphere, Alice’s features hardened with crisp authority.

"Leaving Eren aside, we have a far more urgent target to prioritize," Alice stated, leaning across the table. "We need to initiate a full-scale search for that specific individual immediately. The sooner we locate him, the faster we can dismantle the distribution ring for The Substance."

Theo’s face lit up like an eager kid who got a top-secret mission alongside his favorite person.

"Consider it done," Theo promised with a nod. "Just leave the covert tracking to me."

****

Later that evening, the sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting shadows through the corridors of the faculty dormitory wing.

Eren was walking down the hallway with his shoulders slumped in absolute exhaustion.

He had been stood up by the milf.

"Where in the hell did that gorgeous woman disappear to?" Eren muttered under his breath, letting out a defeated sigh.

He was walking toward Carolynn’s room.

Just as he was about to reach there, Eren paused.

A few paces ahead, his blue eyes caught sight of a petite figure with brown hair walking quietly toward the same room.

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