VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Emma’s tanned, sculpted face twitched violently as her grey eyes swept across the crowd occupying her training grounds.

She sat under the shade of a wooden canopy at the edge of the ground, surrounded by what felt like the entire students of the Royal Academy. Upperclassmen, lowerclassmen, junior instructors, and even off-duty guards were crammed into the bleachers, while hundreds more leaned over the stone railings of the secondary-floor balconies from nearby buildings just to get a view of this spectacle.

"I am going to murder the bastard who planned this during my scheduled curriculum."

She gave a side look at her dark-haired boyfriend sitting beside her on the grass, tightening the laces of his leather boots while dressed in the standard academy athletic uniform.

Eren looked up, offering an innocent blink. "Did you say something, my dear Captain?"

"I said I want to kill you," the pink-haired tomboy replied without hesitation.

"Ouch. That is genuinely hurtful coming from my girlfriend," Eren sighed dryly, stretching his arms over his head.

"Who gave you authorization to turn my joint upper-class swordsmanship module into a public gladiatorial event?" Emma demanded, crossing her muscular, toned arms over her chest. "I have actual combat drills to conduct today, not a noble to entertain."

Eren sighed, resting his elbows on his knees. "Look, Reinhardt was throwing a public tantrum. I didn’t have time for an official duel, so bringing him here felt like the most efficient way."

"You absolute idiot... just wrap this embarrassing nonsense up in under ten minutes so I can get back to my actual lesson plan."

"Make it five."

Emma laughed, shaking her pink-haired head. "Look,Eren, I know firsthand how terrifyingly fast your swordsmanship progress has been... but defeating Reinhardt Angulus in under five minutes? Not a chance in hell."

Eren rested his chin on his knees, tilting his head up to look at his hot-tempered tomboy girlfriend with a glint of mischief in his blue eyes.

"How about a little wager, then?" Eren proposed softly. "If I crush him in under five minutes... you have to agree to one specific request from me this evening."

Emma immediately narrowed her storm-grey eyes, pointing a sharp finger straight at his nose. "If this is your pathetic attempt to get me to revoke the sex ban, forget it. You need to learn some basic discipline."

Eren let out a low, breathless laugh, his gaze dropping shamelessly over her tight athletic top and the exquisite muscular definition of her thighs.

"Oh, I’m not asking to lift the ban, Captain," Eren whispered, his tone dropping into something filthy, intimate, and intensely suggestive. "I’m talking about something far more... "

***

Meanwhile, on one of the corridors at nearby buildings, a tall, exceptionally handsome young man with dark white hair walked, looking at the high concentration of human gathering. Excited crowd leaning precariously over the balcony railings.

As he walked further down the corridor, he spotted three familiar figures standing: a white haired, enthusiastic prince along with a blonde saintess candidate standing afar from prince with her purple haired best friend.

"What’s up, guys?" Vaelis greeted casually, stepping up beside the white-haired prince and leaning his against the railing.

All three of them looked at him with their mouths hanging open in shock.

"Vaelis?!" Alice gasped, her golden eyes wide. "When on earth did you get back?!"

Theo blinked rapidly, his golden retriever demeanor instantly breaking into a wide, welcoming grin. "Whoa! Is everything alright back at your kingdom? You were gone for nearly two weeks!"

Vaelis offered a smooth, polite smile, adjusting his cuffs. "Everything back home is completely settled, Your Highness. I officially returned to campus just this morning." He casually gestured toward the over-packed training arena down below. "Mind filling me in on why half the academy is gathered here looking like they’re waiting for a public execution?"

Theo let out a breathy, excited laugh. "You arrived at the absolute best time, Vaelis! An emergency mock duel is about to start between Eren Volsver and Reinhardt Angulus!"

Vaelis raised a single eyebrow with an unimpressed smirk. "Really? Those two are still at it? Another fight over Lady Alice’s affections?"

Alice couldn’t hold back a sudden, bright chuckle, waving her hands. "Oh, Vaelis... you have no idea. Absolutely everything has changed over the past few weeks."

Vaelis tilted his head. "Changed? In what way?"

Alice leaned against the stone railing with a sparkling grin, looking down at the dark-haired villain currently casually picking up his wooden practice sword on the field below. "Allow me to tell you the tale of Eren Volsver of the past two weeks..."

***

Meanwhile, back under the shade, Emma’s tanned face was completely dominated by red flush.

"W-What?!" she squeaked out, her authoritative voice cracking as she stared at him in utter disbelief. "Have you completely lost your damn mind?! No way in hell am I doing something that embarrassing! Absolutely not!"

Eren leaned in closer, dropping his head slightly and hit her with the most shamelessly exaggerated, masterclass puppy eyes.

The fierce pink-haired captain held out for approximately two seconds before her storm-grey eyes darted to the side. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she clutched her wooden clip-board to her chest like a shield.

"Ugh, you absolute idiot..." Emma muttered, her face burning. "Fine! Whatever! But it doesn’t even matter because there is a zero percent chance you can finish that lunatic in under five minutes!"

"We’ll see about that, my dear Captain," Eren chuckled, pushing himself up off the grass as he noticed Reinhardt stepping into the arena, practically radiating an aura of true hero. Eren picked up his wooden practice sword from the rack, casually testing its weight with a few effortless wrist flicks.

"Time to wrap up this shit," Eren murmured, holding the wooden sword between his teeth so he could use both hands to tie his dark, messy hair back into a small ponytail.

The moment he stepped into the center of the ring, the surrounding crowd erupted into a deafening roar of cheers and applause. In their last duel, eighty percent of these same students were actively praying for his deathwhilecheeringReinhardt. But Now? They’re chanting his name like he’s a gladiator.

Reinhardt stood opposite with his jaw clenched as he gripped his wooden blade with murderous rsge. "I honestly thought you’d put your tail between your legs and run away, Volsver."

Eren pulled the sword from his mouth, taking a relaxed, low-slung stance. "Run away? From you? Please. I have a very strict five-minute deadline to meet today, you delusional simp. Let’s make this quick."

Reinhardt’s mind completely snapped at the insult. A vein bulged on his forehead as a wave of golden aura erupted around his body, creating a storm of dust beneath his boots.

"Die, you bastard!" Reinhardt roared, bursting forward in a explosive sprint that tore up the dirt ring, driving his sword straight toward Eren’s heart at terrifying speed.