VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Norelia bowed her head slightly, hiding her trembling expression from the front-row students. Beneath her, the smooth metallic egg vibrated against the wet, sensitive walls of her inner pussy, sending continuous ripples of sweet, embarrassing sensation up her spine.

She made a shaky exhale, forcing her elite scholar mindset to lock down her rising gasps.

"T-Today’s module..." Norelia began, her authoritative voice cracking slightly as she gripped the edges of the podium, "...will cover the advanced synchronization of dual-core mana circuits."

Every few minutes, a breathy whimper or a muffled gasp escaped her lips right between explanations as Eren tapped the dial in his pocket.

"Nnn-ngh...!" Norelia’s thighs clenched tightly together behind the podium, her toes curling inside her shoes as her cheeks flushed. She glared bloodshot, promised murder at the back row before biting her lower lip.

Eren observed the glorious spectacle with a calm, innocent smile as he sat comfortably in the last row. He was so amused that he even forgot the itching sensation of his skin as he held Violet’s soft hand.

He had originally designed the wireless, long-range toy as a little side project when he crafted Carolynn’s personal devices. Before class, he had handed it to Norelia with a smug, provocative challenge, fully expecting his petite professor to berate his shamelessness and kick him out of her office.

But to his surprise, the competitive little genius had actually accepted the challenge with a sharp huff, daring him to try and break her composure during a live lecture.

Eren casually nudged the remote up to level four and Norelia’s whole body shuddered. A soft, breathless moan squeaked out of her throat, forcing her to cough loudly into her fist to cover it up as she fanned her overheated face with her notes.

Violet leaned in close to him, her purple eyes filled with innocent concern as she whispered, "Eren... I think Professor Norelia is suffering from some kind of severe physical pain today."

Eren turned his head, maintaining an impeccably straight face. "Oh? What makes you say that, Miss Violet? She seems entirely dedicated to her class."

The purple-haired airhead shook her head earnestly, her grip on his hand tightening. "No, look at her! Her legs are trembling, her face is horribly flushed, and her breathing is so labored... Her muscles must be in absolute pain! Poor Professor Norelia... even while enduring such terrible suffering, she still comes to class out of pure devotion to her students."

Eren looked at his sweet, hopelessly naive deskmate, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement at her profoundly wholesome misinterpretation.

He couldn’t control his chuckle, turning his gaze back to the podium where the trembling professor was currently battling for her life.

"Trust me, Violet..." Eren replied, nudging the remote dial just a millimeter higher. "I have a strong feeling she’s enjoying every single second of her suffering."

Norelia somehow managed to drag her lecture through the full hour without a single break, purely by her stubborn, unyielding willpower defying the overwhelming surge of pleasure.

The moment the mana bell signaled the end of the period, the petite professor practically ended the class. "Class... dismissed!"

She let out a massive, shuddering sigh in relief as the students began packing up and dispersing. Gathering her lesson notes with visibly trembling hands, Norelia shot one final glare toward the back row before stepping down from the podium. She walked out of the hall with a stiff, wide-legged posture, looking like a soldier surviving a war zone.

Violet reluctantly released her grip on his hand, her fingers lingering for a second to savor the remaining warmth. She looked over at him curiously.

"Eren... are you particularly close with Professor Norelia and Vice-Principal Carolynn? They were both remarkably helpful when they agreed to inspect my curse right after you asked them."

Eren began writing in his research notebook with a dry smirk. "You could say we share an exceptionally close..., Miss Violet."

***

Later that evening, Eren walked down the quiet dormitory hallway, feeling fatigued after spending two solid hours convincing a remarkably stubborn, ultra-sexy demon queen MILF to back his new patent, his energy was running low.

Pushing open the door to his private quarters, he fully expected to be greeted by the delicious aroma of dinner and a hyperactive red-haired maid leaping into his arms. But he found the entryway occupied by a very different person–Professor Norelia.

The Petite girl’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, a pair of dark silk stockings hugging her slender legs, and her fiery red eyes were locked onto him in a predatory glare.

Slowly, her plush lips turned into a wicked, smug grin—a mirror image of the exact smirk he had flashed her during her afternoon lecture.

"Welcome home, Eren," Norelia greeted, her voice dripping with sweet, promises-of-retribution authority as she tapped a familiar toy against her palm. "Now... why don’t we see how well your composure holds up when the game is played on my terms?"

Eren offered a sheepish, hopelessly charm-filled smile. "Ah. Good evening, Professor."

Before he could take another step, the petite genius sprinted forward, launching a barrage of harmless little punches straight into his chest.

"You absolute, unhinged idiot!" Norelia squeaked out, her face turning red as she pounded on his shirt. "How dare you pull a stunt like that during a lecture?! Do you have any idea what would have happened if my composure slipped?! My professional reputation would have been completely ruined!"

Eren laughed in amusement, easily enduring her adorable assault. "In my defense, Professor... you were the one who boldly accepted the challenge. I merely provided the equipment."

"You could have at least warned me about intensity!" she huffed, finally burying her burning face directly into his chest to hide her embarrassment.

Eren’s smile softened as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her against his body. "Alright, alright. I apologize for pushing my luck, my genius professor. What can I possibly do to earn your forgiveness?"

Norelia slowly lifted her head from his chest, her flushed cheeks giving a sly, toothy grin.

"Got you," she whispered triumphantly, her red eyes sparkling.