VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Norelia walked slowly down the orange-lit corridor, her gaze fixed on the floor, lost in deep thought as she adjusted the round spectacles on her cute nose.

"What in the world is that stubborn old hag up to this time...?" the petite professor grumbled softly, letting out an exasperated, tired sigh.

Before she could finish her quiet lament, she felt a familiar pair of approaching footsteps behind her.

Glancing back over her shoulder, her red eyes instantly widened.

The fatigue vanished from her face, replaced by a radiant, blooming smile as she saw her dark-haired idiot.

"Well. If it isn’t my brilliant, adorable little professor," Eren greeted, closing the gap with three steps and reaching out to casually pat the top of her fluffy brown hair in affection.

"Eren," Norelia hummed, leaning subtly into his warm palm before catching herself. She tilted her head up. "What are you doing wandering through the faculty dorms at this hour?"

Eren let out a dramatic, tragic groan, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. "Madam Carolynn, Norelia, has ruthlessly stood me up. The Vice Principal asked me to meet her, only to completely ghost me. She’s been acting entirely out of character lately. What about you? Heading to her quarters?"

Norelia’s smile melted back into a conflicted pout. She turned her eyes forward.

"Truth be told... Mama hasn’t shown up for her lectures in two days," Norelia confessed in a quiet, worried rasp. "She hasn’t set foot in the Vice Principal’s office either. I haven’t seen her in nearly a week, and I honestly had no idea she was ditching her duties until the old principal personally asked me this afternoon to ask if she was ill."

She lowered her chin, a faint flush of guilt dusting her cheeks.

He jokingly poked her squishy, puffed-out cheek.

"Hey, no moping allowed on my watch, Professor," Eren chuckled warmly, a reassuring smirk returning to his lips. "Come on. Let’s go barge in and see what kind of unhinged mischief your demon queen mama is cooking up."

Norelia gave him a side-eyed glare, though her lips twitched upward in fond surrender.

"You’re impossible," she murmured.

***

They reached the door of the Vice Principal’s private quarters. Norelia hesitated for a second before raising her small fist to deliver three knocks.

Silence.

A full minute passed and only silence answered her.

The petite professor narrowed her eyes in growing annoyance, letting out a sharp huff through her nose.

"Maybe she isn’t home?" Eren suggested, scratching the back of his head with a casual shrug.

"She’s definitely inside," Norelia grumbled.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a spare key, slotted it into the lock, and pushed the door open.

A wave of pitch-black darkness and chilly air greeted them. Not a single light was there.

Stepping across the entrance, Norelia snapped her fingers, sending a small spark of mana into the ceiling conduits. The room flared with warm illumination, instantly exposing a chaotic battlefield of degeneracy.

Piles of discarded lecture papers, discarded clothes, and empty wine bottles were scattered across the room. The entire room reeked of booze.

Eren let out a low whistle. "Well, well. This absolute disaster zone looks like your old private room back at the Volsver manor, Professor."

"I will deal with your insolence later, Idiot," Norelia hissed, stepping over a stray bottle and marching toward the large velvet sofa in the living area.

A single figure was slumped beneath a thick blanket.

Norelia grabbed the edge of the blanket and violently yanked it away. "What in the hell are you doing, you old hag?!"

Eren leaned against the table, his blue eyes taking in the breathtaking, scandalous spectacle.

Sprawled lazily across the cushions was the three-hundred-year-old Demon Queen.

Madam Carolynn looked utterly magnificent in her drunken slumber—a mane of fiery orange hair spilled across the sofa, while a thin, red bathrobe performed heroic, barely-there duty over her voluptuous, hourglass curves and milky-white cleavage. A half-empty crystal liquor bottle hung loosely from her limp, manicured fingers, hovering an inch above the floor.

"Mama! Wake up! Get up right this instant!" Norelia scolded, aggressively shaking her mother’s shoulder.

The slumbering succubus merely let out a soft, sultry snore.

Her patience was officially breaking down.

Thap.

Norelia brought her small palm down with an echoing smack across the woman’s flawless, flushed cheek.

Carolynn shifted with a dramatic, feline stretch, her silk robe slipping down to expose an expanse of shoulder and ample cleavage. She yawned, rubbing her eyes until her vision swam back into focus.

The moment her eyes landed on the fuming petite girl towering over her, a blinding, doting smile lit up the Demon Queen’s gorgeous face.

"Oh my goodness... my sweet, precious little Norelia!" Carolynn gasped in delight.

Before Norelia could dodge, she yanked the petite professor and buried her face directly between two suffocating, mammoth-sized boobs.

"Mmph—gasp—m-mama! Let go!" Norelia muffled frantically, her legs kicking the air.

"Ahhh, heaven!" Carolynn purred blissfully, nuzzling her cheek against the girl’s fluffy brown hair with boundless maternal affection. "My darling daughter came all the way to my den just to wake me up! It feels just like the good old days before you ran away to become an emo librarian!"

POP.

A burst of wind magic flared from Norelia’s fingertips, forcing the clinging lady backward onto the sofa cushions.

"What’s wrong with you, you shameless old hag?!" Norelia shouted, gasping for precious oxygen while aggressively straightening her disheveled spectacles.

Eren let out an amused chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the chaos.

That was a fatal mistake.

The moment Carolynn’s eyes landed on him, her smile stretched into something overwhelmingly ravenous.

"Ereeeen!" Carolynn squealed in drunken ecstasy.

Abandoning the sofa, the orange-haired succubus lunged across the room like a ballistic missile.

Before Eren could brace for impact, her arms clamped around the back of his neck, pulling His face into the deepest, warmest valley of her colossal, milky cleavage.

"Oh, my handsome, darling boy! You came all the way to visit your favorite Vice Principal too!" Carolynn purred melodramatically. "I’m so, so happy today!"

"Mmph... Carolynn... gasp... you’re violently drunk... let go..." Eren wheezed into the fleshy abyss, half-struggling, half-basking in the premium suffocation.

"Hell no, she isn’t!" Norelia’s sharp, clinical voice sliced through the haze.

Eren instantly stopped squirming.

Carolynn’s swaying movements froze, her arms still locked around his head.

"Think about it, Eren. She is the Demon Queen with physiological resistance. She can’t get drunk unless the liquor is powerful enough to kill an average human."

Eren placed his hands on Carolynn’s waist and gently pushed himself back, looking up at the mature beauty.

The playful, dizzy smile on Carolynn’s gorgeous face had completely vanished. Her fiery orange bangs fell forward, casting a shadow over her eyes as she stared silently at the messy floor.

Norelia stepped closer, crossing her arms over her flat chest.

"Start talking. If you don’t want me packing my bags and vanishing from your life permanently this time... tell us what the hell has been eating you alive for the past three days."

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