"Victor... ahhh," Ashara called out, opening her mouth with teasing eyes, her lips slightly parted in an exaggerated gesture.
Victor, without a mont's hesitation, shoved a handful of snacks into her mouth.
"Mfff!!" Ashara's eyes widened in surprise before she began chewing, glaring at him with annoyance as she swallowed, "Mmm... gulp... You—you don't just shove things into a girl's mouth like that!"
Victor smirked, leaning back nonchalantly. "What? You asked for it."
"
Gulp
E-Even so," Ashara stamred, wiping her lips before pointing a finger at him, "You need to learn how to treat girls properly, or you're going to stay single forever! Oh, wait..." She paused, her face lighting up with a teasing grin, "You already have Selene, don't you?"
Her voice trailed off as the mory of
that day
replayed vividly in her mind—Victor kissing Selene in front of everyone with a boldness that had left the whole crowd stunned.
It was... undeniably cool and...
'Damn hot, right?'
The voice in her head interrupted her train of thought, making her cheeks burn bright red. She scread inwardly,
'Shut up, you idiot!'
'Oh, co on now,'
the voice chid in again, this ti with a sly tone.
'You know you're missing your chance, right?'
Ashara's face soured slightly as she internally retorted
,
'As I said, we're just friends. That's all!'
The voice scoffed, its tone turning sharp,
'Friends or not, you still owe . Don't forget our deal, Ashara.'
It paused, then added with a wicked edge,
'The prey is in your trap. All you have to do now is... devour it~'
Ashara sighed inwardly, stealing a glance at Victor. He was completely focused on the notes in front of him, munching on snacks as if nothing else in the world mattered. Her cheeks turned a shade redder as she debated her next move. Slowly, she leaned closer and placed a trembling hand on his thigh.
Victor frowned slightly, glancing down at her hand before looking at her with a raised brow. "What?" he asked.
"H-Haha..." Ashara forced an awkward laugh, her fingers fidgeting against his leg, "Y-You know, you're... really h-handso~" Her face contorted into a nervous, forced smile as she tried to sound casual.
Victor blinked at her, "Okay...?" He nodded slowly, clearly unimpressed and slightly confused by her antics.
Ashara bit her lip in frustration, 'Why isn't this working?!' Desperate, she tried a different approach. "Oh! Wait, I need to grab sothing..." She leaned over him, feigning an attempt to reach for sothing behind him. Her chest hovered precariously close to his face, but Victor didn't flinch.
His eyes stayed glued to the notes in his hand.... Like he had total concentration!
Ashara lowered herself even more, her heart pounding as her chest was nearly touching his face now. And yet... nothing.
Not even a reaction!
'Why isn't he reacting?!' she scread inwardly, her face burning with embarrassnt.
'Sigh... If you think that is going to seduce him, you're hopeless,'
the voice in her head muttered with exasperation.
'If that worked, he'd have slept with hundreds of won by now.'
The voice paused before adding with a hint of impatience
, 'Let handle this.'
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'NO!' Ashara snapped ntally, retreating back to her seat. She took a deep breath and loosened the top button of her blouse, exposing a hint of cleavage.
Fanning herself dramatically, she sighed, "It's sooo hot in here." As she spoke, she subtly shifted her chest from side to side and lifted her skirt slightly, revealing more of her thighs.
Victor finally looked up, his gaze lingering on her flushed face before narrowing slightly. Sothing didn't feel right.
"Hot?" he repeated, his tone laced with suspicion. His eyes flickered to her dishevelled state—her flushed cheeks, the cleavage, and the thighs on display.
He frowned..... Ashara wasn't the type to act so careless, especially around him.
'Nightfire?' Victor wondered, a sly grin forming on his lips,
'
Look who's trying to play seductress now.'
"Indeed, it's really hot," Victor said, his voice laced with amusent. Without warning, he pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the chair.
"KYAAA!!" Ashara scread, covering her eyes in a panic. "W-What are you doing?!"
Victor struggled to suppress his laughter, his tone innocent as he replied, "What do you an? You said it was hot."
Ashara, still covering her eyes, stamred, "W-Well, yeah, but... Why did you take your shirt off?!"
Victor leaned back, his grin widening. "I'm just trying to cool down, obviously. Why are you so flustered?"
Ashara's face burned as the voice in her head cackled wickedly, 'See that? That's a
man
. Just look at that body. Fuck him already!! Ashara's voice echoed with unrestrained lust.
'F-F-F-Fuck him?!' Ashara stamred internally, her mind spiralling in panic. 'W-What are you talking about? W-We only agreed to get his... his m-m-manly fluid!' Her ntal voice wavered between shock and fear.
"Yeah, sure,"
The voice purred, dark and insistent,
"We are going to get his fluid... but look at that body. Fuck yeah... There's no way I'm passing up the chance to taste every inch of that fucking hot body,"
she growled, her tone thick with desire.
Ashara's body began trembling as though on the verge of being overtaken, her control slipping. She clutched at her consciousness desperately. 'Stop it, Nightfire!!' she scread inwardly, her voice ringing with determination. She fought back the surge of energy trying to overpower her, and her trembling ceased, 'W-We only agreed to get his fluid! Nothing more!'
'I don't want to ruin my friendship...' she thought, her heart tightening. The fear of breaking the fragile bond she cherished with Victor gave her the strength to resist.
The voice groaned dramatically.
'Fine, fine. But you're seriously missing out...'
Victor's voice broke through her ntal argunt. "Ashara?" he called, his tone soft but curious.
She jolted, snapping out of her thoughts. "Y-Yeah! It's... really hot, right? D-Do you want so cold drinks?" Her words ca out rushed and awkward as she scrambled to her feet.
Victor watched her retreat to the kitchen, his gaze thoughtful. The more he observed her, the more convinced he beca that this was Ashara, not Nightfire. And yet... sothing felt off.
'Sigh... This is getting ridiculous,' Victor thought, leaning back in his chair, 'Should I just ask her directly?' If he did then he needed to explain a lot of things... which rather he felt pain in the ass!
...
....
In the kitchen, Ashara leaned against the counter, staring at her reflection in the mirror above the sink.
Her pale face and worried eyes reflected the storm brewing within her. She clenched the edge of the sink tightly, willing her racing heart to calm down.
'You were the one who agreed I could take from Victor, rember?'
a voice echoed in her mind, sharp and accusing.
Ashara bit her lip, unable to respond.
The voice sighed dramatically,
'Co on, girl. We've been over this before. Didn't we already deal with this crap in that shitty ga of summit? There's no need to hesitate. If you think this will ruin your friendship, why not just get what you need from another man?'
Ashara's teeth clenched so hard it hurt. She spun away from the mirror, fists trembling. "Another man?" she hissed, her voice trembling with suppressed rage.
"Do you have any idea what people already say about ?
They call a s-slut—a dirty, desperate girl who sleeps with professors to climb the ladder! Do you know how hard I worked to get into this academy?!
How much I sacrificed?! And yet..." Her voice cracked, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"...They still call a slut. And now y-you want to—" Her words caught in her throat as sobs broke free.
"..."
The voice went silent for a mont, as though even it was taken aback.
Ashara wiped her tears fiercely. Her voice softened but carried the weight of her pain.
"Do you know how happy I was when I t Victor?" Her lip quivered as she spoke. "Unlike everyone else—who either avoided like I was diseased or approached only because they thought I'd sleep with them—he... he just treated like a person.
He didn't see a succubus.
He saw
Ashara.
And today... when he said he trusted ..." Her voice broke as fresh tears stread down. "...It ant everything to ."
"Ashara..."
The voice softened as if trying to console her,
"I understand how you feel—"
"NO!" she snapped, her voice filled with fury, "You don't! If you understood, you wouldn't dare suggest I sleep with another man!"
The voice went silent again.
"Ashara? Are you okay?" Victor's voice rang out from the other room, startling her.
Ashara scrambled to respond. "N-Nothing! Just a few bugs here!" she called, quickly washing her face to hide her tear-streaked cheeks. She grabbed two glasses, poured the drinks hurriedly, and rushed back to the living room before Victor could follow her.
The voice spoke again as she walked,
'A-Ashara, listen to —'
'No,' Ashara thought firmly, refusing to engage.
"Here," she said, setting the cold drink down in front of Victor and taking a seat beside him. She hesitated for a mont before speaking, her voice trembling. "V-Victor..."
The voice in her mind scread,
'A-Ashara I nee--'
But she ignored it.
Victor looked at her as he sipped his drink, raising an eyebrow at her hesitation. "Hmm?"
"I-I... Can I ask you sothing?" she began nervously, her heart pounding. "You kno—KYYYYAAAAAA!"
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