VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

The morning sun was still halfway through the dawn as the luxury carriage rattled along the path towards the academy, Aria’s eyes fixed out of the window, staring at the beautiful scenery outside.

But...

Her golden eyes burned with absolute embarrassment.

Now that the whiskey influence wore off, the horrifying realisation hit her head all at once. She sobbed about her insecurity, seduced her fiancée aggressively, bit his neck like a vampire, and worst, they engaged in hours of wild, loud passionate sex right beside an open campfire!

Her face was so hot that it might increase global warming, and her thighs were still trembling with the delicious ache of her pussy getting devoured.

’I am never gonna take alcohol in front of him again,’ she swore to herself in her head, fighting her urge to jump out and hide behind the rocks.

Yet...

Despite her mental crises, her golden eyes involuntarily glanced towards the dark-haired idiot sitting right in front of her.

He was currently leaning back on his seat, his blue eyes staring at the floor like he was thinking of some complex spell equations. Her eyes locked on his face, his jaw, his biceps hidden behind that fitted shirt, memories of last night sending a shiver down her entire body.

’Why is he so good... at it,’ she wondered, her face darkening. That brat was too addictive for her.

She cleared her throat, forcing her usual aristocratic elegance back into her face. She crossed her legs and folded her hands in elegance, adopting her best icy, unbothered posture.

"You seem deeply lost in thought, my darling?" She asked with her usual cold tone, although childish curiosity was evident in her eyes.

Eren blinked out of his deep thoughts, lifting his face to look at his breathtaking, got fiancée. "Nothing bad, Miss Aria. I was mapping out the plan to get your supporters to back you for Redding’s ducal chair."

She paused, her lips twitching in genuine surprise. He had actually taken her drunken, desperate words from last night to his heart actually.

A proud giggle escaped her lips before she could cover it. She leaned back, looking at her lovely fiancée with a teasing smile and said, "Oh my... to think the great Eren Volsver has fallen so completely under my thumb after just a single night in my embrace. Are you truly smitten with me, darling?"

He crossed his arms, unbothered by her teasing. Instead, he just smiled.

"I assure you I’m serious, Miss Aria. If we intend to make good on our promises, we need to solidify our political leverage immediately."

The blue-haired villainess instantly turned her head to look outside, hiding her uncontrollable blush on her face. ’Idiot... making cool speeches with a completely straight face...’

"Soo..." she began, slowly looking back at his face. "What’s the best plan of yours, darling?"

He looked back at the floor, tapping his chin as he thought thoroughly, remembering that one specific character that he could turn to his side.

"Tell me... does your grandfather, the Sword Saint, still hold significant political and military influence within the Duchy’s council?"

Aria was puzzled, raising an eyebrow. "Of course he does. While my father holds the official title of Duke, the true authority and loyalty of the Reading council still belong entirely to my grandfather. Why do you ask?"

Eren’s lips curved into a knowing smile."I guess it’s time I presented the old Sword Saint with a gift he won’t possibly be able to refuse."

****

After reaching the academy and parting ways with his blue-haired fiancée to a different building, Eren strolled through the morning-lit corridors to the dorms.

Before he could even enjoy the morning air, a familiar smooth voice directly inside his head.

[Harem Bound Skill Acquisition Criteria Met.]

[Achievement Unlocked: Moonlight Claimed the Ice Queen.]

[You successfully reassured the emotionally damaged villainess and proceeded to thoroughly make love to her under the open night sky.]

[Result: Permanent romantic devotion secured. Former ice queen is now officially whipped.]

[Reward: 400 fate points.]

[Balance: 2000 fate points.]

[Executing Data Retrieval... ]

[Accessing Aria Reeding’s primary skill archive...]

[Randomizing active draws...]

[New Skill Unlocked: Lightning Coating Mastery (Level 1)]

Description: Coat your weapons (or fists) in high-voltage lightning. Great for combat (･ิω･ิ).]

[Upgrade Path: Level 2 requires 1000 Fate Points.]

[Inventory Update]

[You currently possess 2 Bound Rings.]

He just gave an appreciative glance towards the glowing screen, head already filled with too many thoughts. He needed to create another invention to appease that old man of Reedings.

He sighed. That device was too small, needed precise dedication and so much of the time to make it. Packed with his girlfriends, his fiancée, helping his desk mate, the icy princess, dealing with a delusional simp, and finally, a literal demon queen, he couldn’t even get the time to breathe.

"Fuck my retirement plan," he muttered under his breath as he finally reached his room door.

As he opened the door, he was immediately greeted by the rich, mouth-watering aroma of Mira’s cooking that instantly swept away his lingering thoughts.

He smiled, knowing his room was already occupied, and that thought alone brought him a wave of relief and happiness as he entered the room.

The moment he stepped inside, his red-haired busty maid in her academy uniform with an apron on it noticed him, her green eyes shimmering with relief and joy.

"Young master~!"

Abandoning her cooking, she immediately ran towards him from the kitchen area, immediately launching her gracious body straight towards him. Eren caught his sugar baby smoothly, his hand cupping her round, plush ass as she clung to him like a koala.

Without wasting time, Mira grabbed his face and immediately took over his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue deep into his in a sweet, possessive morning kiss.

"Mmmph~!"

After she pulled back, her green eyes narrowed with a cute, pouty glare. "Where were you all night, Young Master? I missed you so much!"

"Must you display such cringey affection so early in the morning, Mira?"

A lazy voice came over from the dining table. Eren looked past Mira to see his petite lover slouched in a chair. Her brown hair was ruffled, her sleepy eyes barely open as she took a sip from her coffee mug. Norelia looked like a cat that had refused to wake up.

"Or perhaps he was simply out enjoying an intense, all-night session with his official fiancée?"

Another commanding voice echoed.

Eren’s blue eyes widened in immediate, shamelessly appreciative focus as his tanned lover stepped out of the bathroom. The absurdly small white towel wrapped around her body did absolutely nothing to conceal her lush, sculpted chest, her toned waist, or his personal favorite—her flawless, toned thighs.

Water droplets trickled down her skin from her long, damp pink hair, while her storm-grey eyes locked onto him with a thoroughly murderous, territorial glare.

Eren huffed in amusement, still holding a clingy Mira in his arms as he realised he was doomed before attending his first class