VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Eren walked down the corridor of the lecture hall for the afternoon class on Advanced Mana Engineering, taught by his brilliant, lazy petite girlfriend.

But while the lecture itself was a breeze for someone of his technological expertise, attending wasn’t about the syllabus. It was about entertainment with the gift he gave to her.

Reaching the high, back-row seats, Eren spotted the purple-haired cutie was already present, but she looked like she was low on energy. She sat slouched over the desk with her cheek propped against her palm, staring blankly at her notes with the exact expression of a teenager who just had a huge fight with her mother.

"Good afternoon, Miss Violet," Eren greeted, sitting in the adjacent seat.

Violet instantly stiffened up. The moment his voice reached her ears, her dull purple eyes lit up with a brilliant spark, her face brightening.

"Ah! G-Good afternoon, Eren!" she squeaked, hurriedly straightening her posture.

Eren placed her curse research notebook between them on the desk. "You look defeated today. Did your mana radius accidentally cause a victim?"

"N-No! Nothing like that!" Violet stammered, shaking her head frantically. She slumped back down, giving out a tragic sigh. "It’s just... I had a tiny disagreement with Alice earlier. And now... I think she’s genuinely furious with me."

Eren raised a brow in genuine, unscripted surprise. In his knowledge of the original game’s timeline, the protagonist had incredible patience as a literal angel. Even back when the original trashy Eren harassed her.

Getting her annoyed was easy; getting her outright angry was a legendary feat.

"Damn," Eren muttered dryly with an amused smirk. "Is Alice actually furious? What type of crime did you commit to break the Saintess’s holy patience?"

Violet turned her head toward the front blackboard, burying half her blushing face in her coat collar as she let out another dramatic huff.

"It was entirely my fault for not explaining the hypothetical scenario properly. We just... had different views on a certain specific situation. I argued that the situation was wonderful, but Alice insisted it was toxic, dangerous, and completely unacceptable."

Eren opened the research notebook, twirling a pen between his fingers.

"Well, if you truly believe this situation is genuinely good for you," Eren advised in his signature deadpan facade, "then stop beating around the bush and show her why it works for you. Alice is your best friend. She’s not mad out of spite. She’s just overly protective. Show her your logic, and she’ll eventually come around."

Violet blinked at his calm, practical advice, her purple eyes widening in panic, her mind screaming internally.

’Show her why it works for me? Is this idiot genuinely telling me to go explain to the Alices why joining his multi-girlfriend harem is a great life choice?! Is he insane?!’

Completely oblivious to her internal panic, Eren casually writes down a few preliminary figures in the research notebook. "Moving on to actual business... did you complete the observational tracking task I assigned you yesterday?"

Violet snapped out of her internal curse, clearing her throat to regain her composure. "Ah... y-yes. After I parted ways with you yesterday evening, I stayed right by Alice’s side for the rest of the night."

"Good girl," Eren murmured absently, his pen writing across the paper. "Report your observations."

Violet tapped her chin, her thought process overriding her embarrassment. "The curse was suppressed just like you predicted. However, Alice mentioned that it began leaking again within less than an hour of leaving your proximity. It reclaimed its original density far quicker than usual."

Eren noted the timestamp, adding a quick calculation to the margin. "Makes sense. Spending an entire hour in your immediate vicinity without direct physical contact grants enough mana for me to use one mid-tier spell. If I leave it alone, it naturally dissipates within thirty minutes."

As he spoke, Violet quietly stared at his eyes focused on his side profile. The contrast between his shameless, nonchalant persona and his absolute, unyielding dedication to curing her condition was overwhelming. He was constantly researching, constantly building safety nets for her, and constantly serving as the anchor keeping her from drowning in the darkness.

"Thank you, Eren..." she whispered.

Eren kept writing, not looking up. "For the advice about Alice? Don’t worry about it. Just show her—"

"For that, too," Violet interrupted. "But mostly... for everything else. You’ve given me back my life. Even if I offered you my entire existence, I don’t think I could ever truly repay my gratitude to you."

Eren stopped his pen mid-sentence. He turned his head, offering the purple-haired cutie a remarkably soft, reassuring smile. "I’m not in the business of collecting heavy debts, Miss Violet. I prefer much simpler transactions."

He extended his right hand across the desk with palm facing up. "For now... just lend me your hand."

Violet smiled, knowing well this was just another phase of his ongoing research. But still, she happily placed her small hand into his broad palm, intertwining her fingers with his under the desk.

Eren noted the exact starting time just as the professor arrived to take the class.

Seeing Professor Norelia step up to the podium, Eren smirked wickedly. The petite scholar was attempting to maintain her usual authoritative composure, but there was a clear stiffness in her steps. Her thighs pressed together more tightly than normal as she walked.

she began in a professional tone.

"Good afternoon, cla—"

The petite professor suddenly stiffened mid-sentence. Her red eyes widened, and her slender legs trembled slightly behind the wooden podium where the rest of the students couldn’t see.

She looked up, glaring straight toward the back row.

Sitting in the very last seat, Eren offered her a lazy, innocent wave with his left hand before folding his hand into pocket and his finger tapped a tiny remote control with his index finger.

Norelia’s face detonated into a furious red. Her breath hitched slightly, her hands clutching the edges of the wood to keep her balance as an intoxicating wave of pleasure surged through her lower belly.

’You absolute bastard... I’m going to kill you... after I make you fuck me with this thing still inside,’ the petite professor swore violently under her breath, biting her lower lip to suppress a sudden, embarrassing moan as she tried to start her lecture.

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