VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

The new professor had arrived.

Walking up to the central podium with small, measured steps, she looked remarkably petite—yet it was immediately obvious to Eren that the little bookworm had actually invested serious effort into her appearance today. Dressed in perfectly tailored lecturer robes, her dark brown hair neatly styled, Norelia exuded a sharp, professional dignity that somehow made her look double as cute as usual.

Eren leaned his chin on his palm and stared down at the stage with a thoroughly proud, idiotic grin on his face.

The surrounding students, completely oblivious to the silent treaty currently binding their new instructor to the trash prince, began whispering frantically.

"Wait... is she the new lecturer for the advanced engineering track? She looks incredibly tiny."

"Shh, keep your voice down! Look at the emblem on her cloak."

Norelia stepped up to the podium, placing her research documents down with practiced ease.

"Good morning, everyone," she began, her tone carrying a clear, steady authority that belied her small stature. "I am Norelia. As a former elite graduate of this very institution, I have been requested by the headmistress to oversee your foundational mana engineering curriculum for this term. I expect absolute discipline within these parameters."

The moment her name echoed, the doubts in the room vanished quickly. A collective wave of realization hit the students. After all, how could anyone enrolled in the magical tracks not recognize the legendary prodigy of the Royal Academy? She was a certified genius who had completely shattered the academic records in both complex mana engineering and magic combat before she even reached adulthood.

Having successfully established her dominance over the lecture hall, Norelia’s eyes casually swept upward through the room until they locked directly onto the young master himself, shamelessly breaking the tense atmosphere by raising a casual hand to give her a small, highly inappropriate little wave.

A thermal spike instantly rushed to Norelia’s cheeks. She immediately averted her eyes in deep, professional embarrassment, clearing her throat aggressively as she turned her gaze strictly toward the blackboard as she officially commenced the morning lesson.

Right as the scratch of chalk filled the quiet room, the purple-haired girl next to him slowly blinked her eyes, waking up from her loving sleep. The very first image in her vision was the sight of a grinning idiot sitting right beside her.

She immediately closed her eyes again, clearly assuming it was a nightmare, but a second later, she snapped them open in absolute panic. She sat straight up in her seat as she shouted at the top of her lungs, "What the hell?!"

The sudden outburst caused every single head in the lower tiers to twist their heads back to lock their gaze onto the isolated corner—including the petite professor at the podium.

The collective whispering instantly surged to maximum volume.

"What happened? Did he do something again on his very first day back?"

"Wait, isn’t she that particular girl who always sits completely alone in the back? Why is she reacting like she just saw a demon?"

"She saw a demon though."

Norelia cleared her throat to slice through the gossip. She looked remarkably more terrifying than the sleepy, book-loving girl Eren usually sees. She locked her red eyes onto him with icy, professional authority.

"Student Eren Volsver. If your objective today is to thoroughly disturb this lecture hall with a lady, you are entirely free to execute that routine outside these walls."

Eren immediately raised his hands in mock surrender, offering a polite apology as he sank back into his seat. Norelia threw him one final, warning glance before smoothly turning back to the blackboard to resume her lesson.

With things settled, Eren turned his head to look at the source of the chaos, who was still staring at him in absolute panic. Now that she was sitting upright, he could properly analyze her features.

She was slightly taller than the other noble ladies, possessing striking pink eyes that contrasted beautifully with her long purple hair. But her figure was nothing short of breathtaking. Exceptionally full, heavy breasts strained elegantly against the fine fabric of her dress, easily rivaling Mira’s proportions while maintaining a perfect, natural teardrop shape. Her slim waist and gently flared hips gave her an alluring hourglass figure. She’s adorable and cute though.

But that was entirely beside the point right now.

Leaning in slightly, Eren kept his voice down to a low whisper. "Did I unconsciously do something offensive to you while you were asleep?"

The girl shook her head in sheer panic, her face flushing red.

"Did my notorious reputation make you shout out in sudden disgust?"

She shook her head violently a second time, whispering back in a trembling voice, "No! No, that’s not it! But... how could you possibly sit here?! You absolutely cannot!"

Eren maintained a completely deadpan look, crossing his arms. "Why? Am I currently occupying some rich kid’s reservation?"

The purple-haired girl shook her head yet again, her long locks swaying with her frantic movements, but she seemed completely incapable of giving a proper logical explanation.

"Right. So calm down and listen to the instructor," Eren huffed, turning his gaze back toward the front of the auditorium.

He was thoroughly pissed off by the unnecessary attention spike, while the mysterious girl spent the entirety of the remaining session stealing frantic, wide-eyed glances at him every few minutes, as if she was seeing something impossible for the first time in her life.

He wondered why every single female encounter in his life had to enter in the most bizarre manner possible.

Yet, as he stared blankly toward the blackboard, he thought he definitely recognized this girl from the original game.

’Where did I see this character profile before?’ he muttered internally. Worse still, that strange, vibrating current was still prickling beneath his skin, making his flesh tingle.

The moment the session ended, the auditorium cleared out quickly. Eren stood up, entirely aware that the purple-haired lady was still staring up at him with a mixture of awe and lingering bewilderment. He didn’t look back as he walked out.

But as he walked in the corridor, he heard some unimportant person calling him.

"Hey! Eren Volsver!"

Eren let out an exhausted sigh. He didn’t even need to turn his head to recognize that specific, entitled bark. It was the premier simp of the campus, Reinhardt, standing right in the middle of the corridor with a stern, dramatically serious expression plastered across his face.

But as Eren’s eyes locked onto his rival, a sudden reveal shattered his concentration. He was in fucking innerwear in the middle of the hallways.

"What the fuck?" Eren muttered, confusing Reinhardt entirely.

Eren closed his eyes tightly, his mind buzzing suddenly. ’Is this Hawkeye spell? But how am I using it?’

He couldn’t use it even though he got it from Norelia—he already tried it. But because of zero mana in his body, he couldn’t deploy it. But why now?