Chapter 54: Everyone simps for hot tomboy
Eren was currently occupying the entire length of the seat, spread out with absolute lawlessness as he lazily propped one leg over the other, completely unbothered by the fact that girls were staring at him.
The carriage was silent, but not tense like before.
Norelia peeked over at him with a teasing expression. "Say, girls... you think our young master is going to grace us with another confession of his eternal devotion today? I should probably document it."
Emma barked a laugh, leaning back with her arms crossed. "Not a chance, Miss Norelia. Not after everything we had with him yesterday. The boy’s probably still recovering from the casualty."
"Oh, definitely," Mira chimed in, completely betraying her beloved sugar daddy as she giggled right along with them. "He looks entirely defeated over there."
Eren merely let out a chuckle at their expense. He didn’t even lift his gaze from the scandalous photographs they had taken the day before.
It’s a massive miracle they didn’t just fully launch into an unrestrained session right there. They just called it off the day after that.
But he hoped they carried that momentum straight into the inn last night. Tragic, everyone went to sleep right away.
[Hehe!]
A soft, melodic chuckle echoed right inside his mind, and the familiar text layout floated into his vision.
Eren’s left eyebrow twitched. ’What exactly is so amusing, you broken machine? You also wanna join the party and make fun of me too?’
[Oh, not at all, dear Host.]
The system announced inside his mind, its voice dripping with a sultry, playful warmth.
[I merely find the current situation of your life highly entertaining. However, in the midst of yesterday’s chaotic physical labor, I completely neglected your reward.]
[Achievement Unlocked: The Triple Caravan Skirmish!]
[Description: You have successfully engaged in an intense, high-fidelity lewd session with three top-tier beauties simultaneously within the cramped boundaries of a moving carriage.]
[Reward: +400 Fate Points. (Current Balance: 750 FP)]
Eren muttered a quiet breath, his eyes widening slightly. ’Damn... four hundred points? That is a massive payout. Are you a huge fan of public transportation degeneracy?’
[Ding!]
[Achievement Unlocked: The Heartfelt Cringe Monologue!]
[Description: Despite delivering a speech dense enough to cause physical embarrassment, you successfully solidified the romantic allegiance of your three primary companions.]
[Calculating exclusive bonus reward...]
[Item Granted: Bound Rings (Set of 4)]
’Bound Rings?’ Eren questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the item description. ’What the hell am I supposed to do with a four-piece jewelry set? Marriage proposal?’
[The Bound Rings serve as an exclusive sensory network for your partners, Host.]
[When you wear the primary master ring and distribute the remaining pieces to your women, a permanent soul connection is established. The artifacts will allow users to immediately detect if a partner encounters danger, and will accurately guide them/you to their exact geographical location regardless of distance.]
Eren stared at the visual icon floating within his mind—a beautifully crafted velvet box holding four elegant, shimmering bands. He slowly opened his eyes, casting a quiet, cautious glance toward the three girls currently sitting together.
’A magical tracking network that ensures their safety? That is an absolute top-tier cheat item for the upcoming arc,’ Eren reasoned, fully approving the new gear.
But...
If he suddenly pulled out a box of matching rings right now, these three would absolutely mistake it for a surprise mass-marriage proposal. They will launch a raid against him again.
He let out a defeated breath, quickly closing the digital inventory window and shaking his head. This is definitely not the right time to use that item.
Well, Eren decided he had held back long enough. He pushed himself up with a long, theatrical yawn, drawing the attention of the three-piece jury back. He sat up straight, carefully securing the pictures in his inner pocket, and looked at the girls with an idiotic grin.
"Well, ladies. We’ll be reaching the capital gates and the academy grounds in an hour or so. Are you all excited for the new season?"
"Oh, absolutely, Young Master! I can’t wait to see the grand halls!" the busty one answered enthusiastically.
"Yes...." The petite one offered a tiny, sleepy nod.
"Maybe. As long as the students actually know how to hold a sword without crying, I suppose it won’t be completely boring," the tanned sexy knight answered.
Eren’s smile stretched even wider as he turned between the knight and the genius.
"Soooo. From this afternoon onward, you two are officially going to be recognized as high-level staff and lecturers of the prestigious Royal Academy... while I am merely a humble, low-tier student under your authority."
He chuckled softly, crossing his arms as his blue eyes sparked with pure amusement. "Considering all the unspeakable things we’ve done and all the highly inappropriate things we are undoubtedly going to do in the future... the whole dynamic is just hilarious."
Both Norelia and Emma instantly stiffened in their seats, their faces freezing mid-expression as they realised how scandalous it’s going to be.
"A secret, forbidden relationship between an elite instructor, a genius lecturer, and a reckless noble student, huh? How absolutely scandalous. I am genuinely looking forward to enjoying that particular thrill for the next year."
***
An hour later, dozens of noble students had been chattering and idling about the lawns, but the entire area gradually fell into silence the exact moment their eyes locked onto the luxurious Volsver carriage parked there.
The crowd tensed up, several kids involuntarily gulping in pure anxiety.
"Wait... why in the heavens is the Volsver carriage here?" one student whispered.
"Wasn’t that worthless trash Eren Volsver got a strict three-month suspension?"
"Mercy, I was truly hoping he would never return to the capital. The campus was finally becoming peaceful without that reckless menace causing property damage every Tuesday," a girl muttered in panic.
"Hold on, I heard a rumor from the upper circles," an older student chimed in, leaning closer to the group.
"The Duke of Volsver reportedly sent his strongest swordman to serve as a guest instructor for the upcoming term. They say the board welcomed the addition with open arms."
"Are you referring to the legendary youngest Swordmaster? The foreign-born prodigy?" another noble youth asked in curiosity.
Then the carriage door swung open, and stepping out was a vision of absolute, jaw-dropping grace.
Emma stepped down into the afternoon sunlight, immediately raising her arms above her head to let out a stretch. Her toned upper body and her athletic curves flexed under her tight formal shirt, making everyone go completely breathless.
Dozens of young men and women openly gazed and simped at the pink-haired, tanned tomboy, some even drooling at the sudden appearance of this gorgeous angel of death.
"By the gods... is she the new special instructor?"
"She is so tall... and those legs look like they could snap a stray beast’s neck with ease," another commented in awe.
"I don’t care how strict her training is. I just want her to step on me and call me a good boy once before the semester ends."
But....
Their excitement slowed down as they noticed another person stepping down.