The morning class had wrapped up, and the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the campus.
Trill had vanished entirely from the lecture. Not a trace of her all morning.
"It looks like she's really committed to skipping class," I muttered to myself. "I wonder what's going on with her..."
"Who?" Titania asked, her cheeks stuffed with a sandwich that made her look like a squirrel hoarding nuts.
"I'm talking about Trill," I clarified.
"Hmmm... Wait, you mean Trill Feliann, the princess of the Feliann Clan? You're going after her too, Leon?" Titania asked, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.
She already knew I was involved with multiple women and was targeting even more. When I shared this with her, she didn't react with anger but accepted it with a joyful, almost mischievous grin.
"Well, her skill seem pretty valuable, so I want to get my hand on it," I said.
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Titania's smile broadened as she leaned in closer. "I know you can do it, Leon. After all, you're my boyfie~!" she purred, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder with a playful affection.
The onlookers surrounding us clicked their tongues in clear irritation. It was obvious they were pissed off seeing the princess doting on me like this. They were probably fantasizing about being in my position.
"Oh, by the way," Titania said after a moment, her tone buzzing with excitement, "I heard from Shreddy that she's heading back to the dorm to collect her things. I've missed her sooooo much. It's been two months since I last saw her! Do you want to meet her too? I bet you do. I mean, you two were pretty tight before, right?"
Were Shredica and I really that close? With the way she used to boss me around and treat me like her personal lackey, it made sense that people would think we were close. Even Hereon had shown jealousy over our so-called bond. But in reality, our relationship was more of a business partnership than anything personal.
"I don't think I have the time to meet her. But do pass along my congratulations for becoming a magic knight," I said, my fingers lightly massaging my girlfriend's hair.
"Hehehe..." she giggled, her laughter bubbling up as my touch glided over her head.
That's right. I couldn't afford to spend time with Shredica now. Besides, with her dream achieved, our connection was finished. It was finally time for me to concentrate on what really mattered.
"This is an institution," I responded firmly. "You're supposed to adhere to its rules."
"Can't I have some freedom that the academy shouldn't meddle with?" she countered. "I mean, I'm a princess of my people, and essentially, I'm the princess of all beastfolk. I should be able to do whatever I want."
"And you're essentially a student at this institution," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the air with conviction. "Here, the boundaries of status vanish. We're supposed to treat all students equally, regardless of whether you're a commoner, a noble, or royalty. Societal hierarchy doesn't matter here."
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Look, Miss Trill, I don't want to drag this out. I need you to stop skipping classes and start showing up. If you continue like this, you'll end up at the very bottom of the rankings. I'm sure King Leonelle, your father—the king of the beastfolk—wouldn't want that."
"I don't really give a damn what my dad thinks of me," she said with a casual shrug, her indifference palpable. "Well, if that's all you wanted to say, I'm leaving now. Bye, Professor. See you tomorrow." She spun on her heels, her dismissal clear, and walked out the door with barely a glance back.
"Wai—!" I tried to call after her, but the door slammed shut with a final, decisive thud. I let out a frustrated sigh, pressing my forehead into my palm. "The students assigned to me this year aren't just oddballs; they're a real handful."
One had suddenly become a magic knight without even graduating, another was a troublesome one who skipped lectures, and then there was the troublesome fuck boy who took my virginity and then ghosted me. I was certain that by the end of this school year, my hair would be completely white from the stress.
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Leon's POV
"And that's the entire conversation that took place," Bernadette said, kneeling in front of me.
She had vividly replayed the entire exchange between Trill and Irene, capturing every nuance with remarkable precision. Her mimicry was so spot-on that it felt as if she had become them in the telling. I couldn't help but be impressed by her skillful portrayal.
Despite the detail, I didn't get everything from their conversation. The main takeaway was that Trill had gone full rebel. Not only was she challenging the academy, but she also seemed to have a serious beef with her father. Still, it was valuable information.
"Bernadette, come here," I said, patting my thighs.
She stood up and hesitantly walked over, then settled down on my lap, her soft butt pressing against me.
"Good girl," I murmured, my fingers gently caressing her head.
"Hehehe~" she giggled with pure, unfiltered joy, her cheeks glowing with warmth.
It was clear that indulging Bernadette with this kind of attention was a key part of her domination needs. That's why I intended to continue showering her with praise and affection, pushing her deeper into that submissive, eager space.