The Academy's NTR Villain

Inside the grand ivory carriage, soft velvet cushions muffled the rumble of iron wheels.

Golden sunlight filtered through the silk curtains, casting warm rays across the polished wooden floor.

Noel Pendelton sat back against the high leather seat.

He adjusted the silver trim of his pristine white tunic.

His face was smooth, handsome, and radiant, looking every bit like the divine savior the Empire praised.

Outside, the cheers of academy cadets echoed through the stone courtyard.

Noel raised his right hand and tapped the air in front of his chest.

A faint blue light flickered in his vision.

A quiet status screen opened before his eyes, invisible to everyone else in the world.

[Name: Noel Pendelton]

[Title: Imperial Hero Candidate]

[Main Core: Stagnant Holy Core (Tier-3 Cap)]

[Unique Trait: Masochistic Hero’s Trait (Active)]

Noel looked at the words on the floating box and smiled softly.

To the rest of the continent, Noel was a genius born with divine favor.

They thought his holy aura grew stronger through prayer and hard training.

Only Noel knew the truth.

His mana core was broken.

He had been born with a fragile, stagnant core that refused to hold high-level holy energy.

No matter how many hours he spent praying in the temple, his core remained stuck at the lower third tier.

Until the day of the stable incident.

Noel leaned his head back against the cushion, his eyes narrowing as the old memory surfaced in his mind.

He was twelve years old back then, a weak novice living in the Western Marches.

He had been hopelessly in love with a sweet village girl named Clara.

One afternoon, a arrogant noble bully from the local manor dragged Clara into the dark village stables behind the blacksmith shop.

Little Noel had hidden behind a pile of dry hay, shaking in fear.

He watched through the cracks in the wooden boards while the noble bully pushed Clara against the straw, stripping her dress and taking her maiden body right before his eyes.

The psychological shock had been overwhelming.

Noel remembered the cold terror in his stomach.

He remembered the burning shame in his throat.

And then, as he watched the bully push deeper into the girl he loved, something strange had happened inside Noel’s chest.

The intense humiliation and wild adrenaline had flooded his broken mana core.

His stagnant core had suddenly ignited, surging with explosive holy power.

The shock of watching his own maiden taken by a ruthless brute had unlocked more divine aura in five minutes than three years of temple prayer ever could.

That was the day Noel discovered his unique trait.

[Masochistic Hero’s Trait]

His power did not come from purity.

His power came from watching ruthless brutes claim the women attached to his name.

Every time a high-status woman promised to him was touched, broken, and taken by a vicious bully, the emotional shock and spiritual surrender flooded Noel’s core with permanent statutory power surges.

Noel closed his status screen with a quiet tap of his finger.

’It is a divine gift,’ Noel thought, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. ’The heavens gave me the ultimate shortcut.’

For the past two years, Noel had carefully built his Hero Party.

He chose three of the most high-status maidens in the Empire.

Saintess Candidate Seraphina Croix, the pure, devout holy maiden of the Church.

Knight Captain Valerie, the proud warrior daughter of House Valerie.

And Spiritist Maya, the quiet genius of the Spirit Realm.

He treated them with perfect noble manners.

He never touched their waists.

He never kissed their lips.

He kept them pure and untouched, waiting for the perfect brute to break their sacred shields for him.

And then he had heard about Leo Vance.

Noel looked out the carriage window at the tall stone towers of the Royal Academy.

Long before Noel arrived at the Academy, rumors of original Leo Vance had spread across the Western Marches.

Leo Vance was infamous as the Academy’s most vicious, arrogant, and uninhibited bully.

Leo was a brute who cared nothing for noble rules.

Leo was a man who took whatever woman he wanted without fear or hesitation.

True, Leo had been surprisingly quiet these past few weeks because of the ongoing Academy investigations into student misconduct.

But Noel knew that a man could never change his true nature in such a short time.

Beneath that recent quiet mask, Leo was still the same ruthless tyrant.

When rumors reached Noel’s ears that Leo had forced Duke Snowveil’s daughter into his bed, Noel had nearly laughed out loud in secret joy.

’Leo Vance is the ideal target,’ Noel thought, his heart beating with dark excitement. ’He is arrogant, cruel, and completely ruthless. He is the exact brute I need to unlock my core’s full potential.’

Noel had zero idea that a transmigrator from another world had taken over Leo Vance’s body.

Noel did not know about Leo’s secret Black Sun core.

He did not know about Leo’s hidden powers.

In Noel’s mind, Leo Vance was still the exact same original, mindless, hot-tempered bully.

A useful tool to be manipulated from behind the scenes.

Noel planned to push his heroines to Leo one by one.

Leo would do all the hard physical work.

Leo would break their sacred resistance and take their virgin bodies.

Every time Leo claimed one of Noel’s maidens, Noel’s core would absorb explosive holy stat boosts.

And while Leo enjoyed the physical flesh, Noel would reap the divine power, growing strong enough to become the undisputed savior of the Empire.

’He thinks he is taking my women,’ Noel thought, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the carriage. ’He has no idea he is just my power battery.’

***

The carriage slowed to a smooth stop in front of the Grand Assembly Atrium.

Outside, the cheers of hundreds of cadets grew louder.

"Lord Noel!" a young female cadet screamed from the crowd. "The Hero has arrived!"

Two noble guards stepped forward and pulled open the heavy ivory carriage doors.

Noel stepped out onto the marble stairs.

The bright afternoon sun caught his golden hair and pristine white cloak.

He raised his hand and bowed gracefully to the cheering crowd, his face wearing a warm, modest smile.

Behind his carriage, three fine horses came to a stop.

Saintess Candidate Seraphina Croix sat atop a white mare.

Her long golden hair fell over her white holy robes.

Her face was pale, pure, and quiet, her blue eyes looking down at the ground with gentle modesty.

Beside her rode Knight Captain Valerie, clad in silver plate armor with her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

And behind them rode Spiritist Maya, her dark blue robes fluttering softly in the wind.

Noel walked down the marble steps, greeting the academy elders with polite bows.

As he stood near the atrium fountain, Noel slowly raised his head.

He looked up toward the upper balconies of the North Wing.

Across the wide plaza, a tall young man stood leaning against the stone railing.

Leo Vance.

Leo wore a simple dark shirt, his hands resting in his pockets, looking down at the crowd with calm, lazy indifference.

Noel’s eyes locked onto Leo.

As Noel looked at Leo’s broad shoulders and dark eyes, a faint, sweet scent brushed against Noel’s senses.

It was the lingering smell of a high-noble maiden’s secret surrender, still clinging faintly to the air around Leo’s balcony.

Noel did not know which noble woman Leo had just claimed in the dungeon.

He only knew the sweet, undeniable smell of a maiden’s complete surrender.

The moment Noel smelled that lingering proof of another woman being taken, a sudden warm thrill rippled through Noel’s chest.

His stagnant holy core hummed with a tiny spark of power.

Noel’s smile widened.

’He really did it,’ Noel thought, his chest rising with eager thrill. ’He claimed another high-status maiden in the dungeon.’

Noel turned back to the crowd, waving his hand with practiced nobility.

Seraphina walked up behind Noel, her soft voice quiet and hesitation.

"Lord Noel," Seraphina whispered softly, her hands holding her sacred prayer beads. "Where are our assigned quarters? The Church heralds said we are sharing joint watch duty with Squad Two."

Noel turned to her, his smile bright and reassuring.

"Do not worry, Seraphina," Noel said gently, his voice full of holy warmth. "I have already arranged everything. You will be assigned to the Restricted Relic Vault for joint watch."

Seraphina blinked her clear blue eyes. "The Relic Vault? Who will be my joint partner?"

Noel looked up at Leo’s balcony once more.

"Leo Vance," Noel said smoothly. "He is strong and capable. He will protect you well."

Seraphina’s cheeks paled slightly.

"Leo Vance?" she murmured, her fingers tightening around her prayer beads. "The... the Academy bully?"

"He is just misunderstood," Noel replied with a warm chuckle, patting her shoulder gently without lingering. "Trust my judgment, Seraphina. It is all part of the divine plan."

Seraphina lowered her head, a soft feeling of confusion and quiet loneliness tightening in her chest.

She did not understand why Noel always kept his distance from her.

She did not understand why he was handing her to the most infamous bully in the Academy.

Up on the balcony, Leo took a slow sip of water from his glass.

He saw Noel wave at the crowd.

He saw Noel speak to the pure Saintess beside him.

Leo did not know Noel’s secret trait, nor did he care about the Hero’s hidden thoughts.

All Leo knew was that the Hero Party had arrived, and the Academy grounds were about to get much more interesting.

Noel bowed one last time to the cheering cadets before leading his party toward the guest hall.

Inside his heart, Noel’s spirit laughed with secret anticipation.

’Tonight,’ Noel thought, his pulse racing with dark thrill. ’Tonight I will visit his dorm room and hand him my Saintess.’