Imperial University exchange student

As a VIP exchange student from an allied nation, I naturally received preferential treatment, one of which was a private dormitory—though called a dormitory, it was practically an apartment, with a huge 80-square-meter space and a soft, comfortable carpet.
After the servants laid out all my belongings, I finally relaxed and lay down on the bed with a sigh of relief.
Whoosh—
although the journey here was tiring, the moment I lay down on the bed, I felt instantly healed.
I even brought several of my favorite murals to hang on the wall, making me feel even more at home.
Pleasant, so pleasant, it practically erased all the shadows in my heart.
That was when I was still at the Royal Academy.
Princess Lindis, with her golden hair and lake-blue eyes.
She was popular, I knew, everyone knew.
That academy had many beautiful places, from the weathered ancient church to the vibrant groves, where princesses and noblewomen could be seen playing. And, of all people,
I fell for her.
Unlike other reckless suitors, I was an action-oriented person, so I naturally began to relentlessly pursue her.
Then Prince Renn challenged me to a duel.
Well, I won't go into the details, though I lost miserably.
That's why I fled here.
Heh, but I won't care about a temporary defeat, because Renn is just a hothouse flower.
When Lin walked alone on the road, only I saw her back.
When she fell asleep in the library, exhausted, her soft body nestled among the books, only I saw her lonely sleeping face.
The princes' pursuit only isolated her.
Thinking of the scene of being beaten by Prince Renn, I frowned unhappily again. It
's really a headache; I tremble all over just thinking about how humiliating I was.
Because of this unpleasantness, I jumped up, intending to go for a walk outside.
How's the food in the Empire?
Wait, no, I
...
Strolling through the Empire's universities, I did indeed smell something unusual.
The Royal Higher Academy can be said to be prepared for most noble children to pass the time or for marriage. In the park and on the benches, you can see young men and women kissing; that academy has no shortage of romantic atmosphere.
The Imperial University… it certainly feels very serious, the academic atmosphere so intense it worries me.
It's like a training base for a reserve army preparing for war.
"…"
Having some connections, I decided to find something to eat before afternoon classes started.
"The cafeteria is…"
Relying on the directions given by the person who showed me the way in, I began to recall the general direction.
"Heh, it's to the east."
Just as I was feeling proud of my memory and logical reasoning, a rather unpleasant aura made me turn around.
—A beautiful, fiery red, long, straight hair that seemed to exist only in dreams appeared before me.
Like a goddess of fire, her hair billowed wildly in the cool breeze. Wearing a magnificent robe adorned with a red deer emblem, she was like a burning rose. Beneath her silk dress were high white Roman sandals, and glimpses of her long, shapely legs could be seen through the silk.
*Gulp*
—I noticed myself swallowing awkwardly.
The girl probably didn't notice me, simply gracefully weaving through the winding paths with her books in hand.
She was so fair, her skin so delicate and translucent it was breathtaking, her features so exquisite one could only marvel at the favor of fate.
One glance was enough to captivate any gaze.
My heart raced.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a celestial being, yet possessed an unapproachable, noble aura.
Did such a person truly exist? Was she an angel?
Such beauty deserved my immediate attention
—but I didn't.
Her charm was something ordinary girls could never possess; it was an innate nobility and extraordinary quality.
Yet, it was precisely this unique quality that made her seem aloof and unapproachable, like a blinding light that kept people at bay.
Before I could even act, I was overwhelmed by that oppressive aura; my teeth chattered with excitement, and my legs trembled uncontrollably.
No, she and I were not the same kind of people.
Filled with this fear of beauty, I watched her leave in despair.
How useless of me! I actually backed down. Filled with regret and self-loathing, I skipped lunch and listlessly found a bench to sunbathe on until the bell rang, reminding me it was time for class.
Casually grabbing my math and geography books for the afternoon, I walked into the classroom.
Well, being an exchange student, I naturally needed to introduce myself.
The imperial nobles below didn't seem interested in me, looking at me with indifferent eyes.
Well, different stances, I don't intend to be friends with you anyway.
"Hello everyone, ahem, I'm an exchange student from the Royal Noble Academy, from Ekman in Brest. I hope we can get along well."
A soft round of applause broke out, and
my hands trembled with emotion and excitement.
Just now, as I was scanning the room, I spotted her.
Like a dark star, everyone noticed her immediately. She tossed her red hair with a flourish, her clear black eyes gleaming as she looked at me, her long eyelashes curled high, exuding an imposing aura like a female general.
She was a beauty, and with such an ethereal quality—I'd only ever heard of one person who met that standard.
I took my seat, glancing at her occasionally.
I wanted to see her smile
…
but I was disappointed. Although she was like a flame, her demeanor was somewhat cold.
How to put it… we were practically in the same boat.
As a noble from a rival nation with a delicate political stance, I was naturally disliked by my classmates, who feared that a single word from me would accuse me of espionage or treason. Moreover, I was utterly useless; I hadn't demonstrated any superior ability in any course. Everyone here was outstanding, giving me the illusion that I was worthless.
And Misella—a few days later, I confirmed—was indeed her name.
She was the most beautiful girl in the empire, a ruby born from the ashes, the daughter of the powerful Southern Red-Clad Grand Duke, her status equivalent to that of an imperial princess. No, she was even higher than the princess, for she was the youngest chapter commander in the Stag Kingdom, and a dragon knight—a proud and confident girl.
Most terrifyingly, she possessed extraordinary talent. Whether in literature, mathematics, military theory, or swordsmanship, she consistently achieved top marks in her class, leaving even the teachers in awe. She was always, always at the top.
Perhaps this was a tragedy; everyone was filled with—envy—of her.
When class ended, while the other girls chatted and laughed, Misella always sat aloofly, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
The Grand Duchy of Stag… its wealth was unparalleled in the empire, making it perhaps the empire's largest creditor. Because the duchy rarely experienced war, and because its northern border bordered the sea, making it a hub of cultural exchange, especially with the vast empire across the sea, the Grand Duchy of Stag became the freest and most culturally diverse nation within the empire. Within the Stag family's territory, one could see a coexistence of various races and cultures; artisans, artists, and merchants filled the major cities, making it a vibrant place.
Was it because of divine blessing that such a stunning beauty could be born there?
Sadly, this time I didn't even have the courage to pursue her.
I now understood what the unpleasant feeling of my first encounter with her was: a deep-seated jealousy and resentment.
It was the instinctive panic of a moth drawn to a flame, the disgust of being crushed.
Because of this, I was even more jealous of that man.
The only person who dared to approach Misella was Ares from the Empire.
That annoying man, clearly not in Misella's league, yet he always had the audacity to get close.
The people of Nelfa…
I remember hundreds of years ago, the then-Grand Duke of Black ceded a large swathe of newly conquered territory in the north, along with a portion of his own northern lands, to form what is now known as the Empire of Nelfa. The Empire of Nelfa was initially established to defend against the northern mountain tribes and demons, serving as a shield for the Black Goat family.
Centuries have passed, and the Empire of Nelfa has long since broken away from the Black Goat Duchy, no longer their vassal, but the Black Goat Duchy still maintains a tight grip on its surveillance.
For a prince from such a small kingdom with no glamorous origins to dare shamelessly approach the dream girl I fell in love with at first sight—unpleasant, extremely unpleasant.
The only thing I could do was pass the time by gathering intelligence. For the next few weeks, I couldn't even manage a smile, just frantically poring over military and geography books in the Empire's library, trying to distract myself from my longing for Misella.
I'll never have her, and neither will Ares.
That's what I always thought.
Until that day…
"Do you want to have her?"
A black-robed man in a silver mask appeared in my room.
Just a second ago, I was certain this room was empty.
"...Huh?"
Without even thinking of drawing my sword, I froze on the spot.
"That proud girl, she's actually more despicable than any bitch." This person spoke words I couldn't understand, but every word pierced my heart.
"A fallen noble like you will never have her, unless you have my help." Crack—
a crack seemed to appear in my heart, and I forced myself to ask:
"What do you mean?"
The silver masked man pulled something out and placed it in my hand.
It was a pulsating blood egg, like a heart, emanating a cursed aura that made me quite uncomfortable.
"With this, you can have that girl."
He began to explain how to use this thing.
To be honest, I was shocked because of that secret.
"...The condition is?"
I hesitated; there must be a conspiracy behind this.
"Heh, it's... intelligence about the Allies, because the Empire is about to launch an attack on them." The man said calmly, uttering words that sent a chill down my spine—
or so it should have been.
But—
exchanging rubies for intelligence... a very good deal.
My hands were trembling with excitement.
Goosebumps stood on end, every cell in my body was dancing wildly with excitement.
"Deal."
Myrcella's alluring flesh seemed so close, and I decided to abandon my noble dignity.
...
Today's class was unusually long.
As usual, I stared blankly at the girl.
She was so melancholy, and seemed so out of place with everyone else.
What was she thinking?
Her aloof profile was so moving. Her
dazzling radiance made other women jealous, and her exceptional talent made men ashamed.
Dignified, beautiful.
This was the perfect woman.
I don't know how many times I've felt this way.
I wanted to have her, I wanted to play with her like a doll.
To abuse her perfect body, just for the sake of playing.
To make her scream, to defile her, to seduce her.
Tear her apart, invade her, hear her cries of agony, and watch her eyes lose their light.
Pleasure, just thinking about it makes me want to climax.
So—now let me admire her perfection one last time.
…
“Misella.”
After school, I deliberately followed her for a while, calling out to her in a secluded corner.
The proud princess was so dazzling that no one would walk alongside her, giving me ample opportunity to strike.
“You’re… an exchange student, right? Is there something you need?”
The girl tilted her head slightly, her star-like eyes captivating me.
“Do you know this—”
I showed her the blood egg.
“!”
She just stared wide-eyed at the beating heart, then suddenly froze.
Ah, success.
Seeing the previously imposing flame princess suddenly become unresponsive, I couldn’t help but let out a joyful cheer.
"Come with me, Myrcella."
...
"Wake up, my jewel."
In my room, the curtains were drawn tightly shut, only the dim candlelight flickered, and Myrcella's alabaster-white skin shone with a bewitching glow under the light.
I tried to call to her with my blood egg.
In just half a second, Myrcella, who had been like a doll, regained consciousness.
But her eyes were filled with surprise.
"You are??? Huh??? Where am I??? Why??? I..." The proud girl suddenly panicked because of the gap in her consciousness, the strange and ambiguous scene, and of course, her body that was out of her control.
Pleasure, so much pleasure. The girl who I didn't even dare to look into before was now meat on a chopping board, her snow-white body exposed to me without reservation. Although she didn't notice, her pink honey pot was already dripping with honey.
Just as the Silver Mask said, Myrcella's body was more depraved and seductive than any prostitute.
"You...ah...Master...please do whatever you want with Mysera!" Because of the blood egg, not only her body, but even her words were beyond her control. Her expression confirmed that she was helpless, like a puppet being manipulated by me.
"Okay... I'll play with you properly..." My fingers gently slid over the soles of her feet, from her toes all the way up to her chest. Her skin was as delicate as a baby's, as smooth as agar, as if she had grown up in milk.
"Master... ah... please take a good look at Misella's filthy little hole..." At my prompting, she reluctantly parted her tender vulva, revealing a pink fleshy hole like an octopus with suckers beneath the sparse grass. Crystalline nectar flowed uncontrollably, and the owner of the honey hole spread her legs open towards me in despair.
Pleasant, so pleasurable.
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, I grabbed Misella's ankles without any tenderness and thrust my penis into her wet fleshy hole. The beauty seemed very nervous, her already tight vagina contracting and sucking desperately, the powerful suction making my movements somewhat hesitant.
"Ah—"
Out of physiological disgust and resistance, Misella let out a seductive moan.
Damn it, she's not a virgin, but her vagina is so tight and wet, her labia are soaked with juices, it feels so good inside her! Under the control of the blood egg, Misella's body involuntarily responds to me, making sounds of pleasure as she welcomes my ride inside her.
She's so pathetic, her soul is alive, but her body serves the man on top of her like a slave.
"Ah—Master!! Hmm…"
She can no longer control herself; soft moans escape from Misella's previously tightly clenched lips.
Hearing Misella's cries of pleasure, my penis thrusts faster and faster.
"Ah—"
The vaginal walls squeeze my glans, the folds vibrating and urging me to ejaculate, her high, beautiful breasts swaying up and down with my thrusts, a beautiful sight.
"Sizzle—"
What a noble vagina! After I released a large gush of semen, it actually began to writhe, absorbing all the semen into her uterus with astonishing force.
So touching. The thought that this noble princess might be pregnant with my child makes my penis hard.
I want more… I want more…
…
After that day, I used the blood egg to erase Mysera's memory. Sure enough, she remembered nothing, only that she had taken a nap.
After all, she has a tendency to sleep excessively—
the blood egg is also convenient; I can control her at any time, making her a tool to satisfy my sexual desires.
During class, I would insert a vibrating egg into her body, then hypnotize her to ignore it, and then watch her suddenly blush and become flustered from the vibrations in her vagina, secretly having an orgasm in front of the whole class. In the afternoon,
I would call her to the rooftop, penetrate her from behind and behind the barbed wire fence, making the conscious Mysera look at me with a resentful and terrified expression, and she was even worried about being discovered, and finally accepted my semen with her uterus.
Then I would erase her memory.
It's really unfortunate that the princess of flames has become my sex slave, every night in my dormitory, wearing extremely sexy and revealing clothes, satisfying my various perverse sexual desires. Unfortunately, although she always wore a resentful expression when she was awake, her lustful womb obediently absorbed the semen, and her vaginal walls constantly contracted and sucked at the penis entering and exiting her body.
It would be wonderful if she could have my child.
And now, I love looking at her in class, at her melancholy eyes and her fair, beautiful legs.
Of course, at those times, she reverts to her innocent self, and her unapproachable aura deeply attracts me.
"What is your dream?"
Ares asked her one day after class.
I secretly pricked up my ears.
"Dream? Do I even need to think about it? My life is dedicated to this country," the girl uttered a firm vow. "I have sworn to dedicate my sword, my heart, and my entire life to this country." Hmm, you are indeed contributing to the country, exchanging your body for precious intelligence. It's
a win-win situation, isn't it? As expected
of my beloved Mysera.
So… where shall we make love tonight?
[The End]

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