Chapter 0

Thump, thump.  

Delia’s heart continued to race.  

Today was the announcement day for the final exam results of the first year.  

Delia had given it her all. Looking back on the past three months, she had no regrets.  

‘Please, just this time.’  

Her heartbeat quickened as she walked toward the central hall where the results would be posted.  

Upon arriving at the central hall, clutching her trembling heart, she prayed earnestly with her eyes tightly shut.  

She slowly raised her head to check the posted results.  

1st Place – Kartan Roxen

2nd Place – Delia Acremen  

‘……Ah.’  

Delia’s legs gave out as she confirmed the results.  

‘Again, it’s happened again.’  

Once more, she had failed to take first place.  

The result was second place—again.  

Even though she had tried her best.  

Delia bit down hard on her lower lip, unable to accept the results.  

With a gaze filled with resentment, she raised her head slightly higher to check the name beside the words ‘1st Place.’  

Kartan Roxen.

Above her, there was always Kartan Roxen.  

“Kartan, first place again?”  

While Delia was caught in despair, the name ‘Kartan’ reached her ears. It seemed one of her classmates had called out to him.  

Delia turned her head in the direction of the voice.  

There stood Kartan Roxen, gazing up at the results board.  

“It just kind of turned out that way.” 

He replied, his tone as indifferent as his expression.  

‘How insufferable.’  

Delia despised him.  

She couldn’t help it.  

Because of Kartan Roxen, she could never escape being second place.  

From the moment they entered school to the end of their first year, Delia had always been second.  

While he occupied the first-place position that she yearned for more than anyone else, his dismissive attitude, as if it were nothing, was unbearable to watch.  

“Sigh……”  

Envy, jealousy, resentment.  

And self-loathing.  

All of these emotions escaped her in a single sigh.  

‘If only I could take first place.’  

She would be willing to pay any price.  

But at that moment, she had no idea.  

No idea how her life would intertwine with the insufferable Kartan Roxen.  

Nor that she would truly have to pay a price.  

***

“Ah, ah, no!”  

Delia’s trembling fingertips quivered desperately.  

As if she were a person falling off a cliff, she flailed her hands in the air.  

Her hand finally landed on Kartan’s shoulder. Grasping his solid, nearly bursting muscles tightly, she let out a sharp scream.  

“Not… anymore…! Please, ugh, ah…!”  

Her pleading voice grew hoarse.  

“Do you really think it’s impossible?”  

Kartan’s eyes, gazing down at Delia, glinted darkly as his waist moved powerfully.  

Creak-creak— 

The sharp sound echoed through the space. The burning sensation below was more primal than the sound of skin brushing against skin.  

Her back scraped against the hard wooden desk with every movement, leaving a stinging sensation.  

“Ah, ngh-! Aaah!”  

But the truly burning place was elsewhere.  

It was below, where she and he were joined.  

Each time Kartan’s member pushed into the space between her folds, her bouncing br*asts came into view. Even the sight of her er*ect, rosy n*pples was vivid.  

“Ugh, ngh!”  

Deep within her thighs, her inner cavern was already soaking wet, seemingly welcoming Kartan’s intrusion.  

Yet, what was even more shameful was…  

“Does it feel good? Hm?”  

Every time Kartan’s hands gripped her trembling br*asts and pinched her n*pples, her body responded by releasing more fluids.  

Delia felt as though she might faint from the sheer humiliation.  

If only she could.  

If only she could forget, even for a moment, that she was accepting Kartan Roxen in an empty classroom in broad daylight.  

“Ugh, ah…!”  

But even if she lost consciousness, this moment would not end.  

How had it come to this?  

She had come too far to turn back.  

“Damn, aren’t you taking it too well? Hm?”  

Kartan’s intimidatingly large member scratched against Delia’s wet walls, desperate to push even deeper.  

Delia felt wronged. Who was taking what? He was the one forcing himself in!  

“Ugh, ngh!”  

But her protests vanished before they could leave her throat.  

She was too busy letting out moans of pleasure.  

“You’re enjoying it so much you’re drooling down there.”  

The wet, squelching sounds didn’t stop. Her thighs were spread to their limits, trembling.  

Between the golden hair cascading down her chest and the hair of the same hue below, her pink flesh was fully exposed.  

Even though Delia knew Kartan’s gaze was fixed between her legs, she had no energy left to care.  

With each repeated collision of their bodies, Delia’s own grew hotter.  

Heat built up inside her, threatening to explode.  

Unconsciously, she tightened her narrow entrance and shuddered.  

The limit was approaching.  

“Is it that good? What does it taste like, hm?”  

“N-no… ngh, ah…!”  

“Tastes good? You’re honest with your reactions.”  

Kartan’s voice, satisfied by Delia’s involuntary response, dropped to a low pitch.  

Each time his coarse hair brushed against her sensitive lower skin, Delia’s hips jerked involuntarily.  

Her plump hips were enticing.  

Each time Kartan thrust into her, he ground his hair against her deliberately.  

As if savoring her reactions.  

Thud-thud—  

The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew thicker, mingling with their ragged breaths in the air.  

Kartan’s tip persistently teased the deepest part of Delia’s insides.  

Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she struggled to cope.  

Yet, she shook her head desperately.  

“No, that’s not… ugh…! It’s not….”  

“Not really? Hm?”  

Kartan grabbed the tender flesh of her inner thighs with both hands and pushed himself in strongly again.  

The pressure, as if it would reach the very end of her womb, made Delia’s entire body tremble.  

“Ugh…!”  

Even in this situation, she could not bring herself to acknowledge the rising signs of ecstasy.  

“Shall we test it out?”  

His curious voice carried a multitude of implications.  

What exactly did he mean to test?  

Delia was already terrified.  

Surely, he didn’t mean to see if I could take him even deeper… That couldn’t be. It was impossible.  

Kartan’s member, already buried to its base, was pressing heavily against her insides, asserting its presence.  

“Ah, ngh!”  

If not that, then what?  

Was he trying to see if I could experience even greater pleasure? Was that even possible?  

Each time the massive pillar dominated her insides, her vision flashed with sensation.  

She couldn’t imagine anything more intense.  

But her question didn’t linger long.  

Swoosh—

“……!”  

Kartan’s so-called ‘test’ was something she hadn’t expected.  

As his body moved back, his massive member slipped out from within her.  

It happened in an instant.  

What had just filled her completely was now gone.  

“…W-what….”  

It felt so empty, as though a part of her body had disappeared.  

“Where did you—”  

Delia froze, unsure of Kartan’s intentions, as his sticky voice whispered into her ear.  

“Let’s see if you can resist without taking me in.”  

Immediately, Delia thought to herself, 

‘I can’t.’  

‘This is insane. What am I even thinking?’  

She resented herself for being so lewd. She couldn’t stop her face from flushing with embarrassment.  

She didn’t want to admit the desire to immediately take Kartan’s hot pillar, which had left her at the brink of climax, back inside her.  

But… but…!  

I had been on the verge of an explosion of ecstasy. Just a little more, just a little more!  

If only he had thrust that massive thing into me a few more times—!  

“I-I don’t want to. Why would I…!”  

But the words she uttered were the result of a pitiful mix of pride and shame.  

“Are you sure?”  

Kartan’s obscenely er*ect member twitched. Delia’s gaze moved to it instinctively.  

Of course, its surface gleamed, coated with her fluids.  

The pale liquid dripping down the pillar—Delia knew full well whose body it had come from.  

The dark brown hair at the base of Kartan’s member, the same shade as his head, clung to his skin, matted with her fluids.  

Enjoying the way Delia stared at him, Kartan lowered his hand.  

As he ran his hand along his length with a slick motion, his palm became just as wet.  

“It must taste good.”  

He licked his hand, now soaked with her fluids, while locking eyes with her. The sight made Delia instinctively grimace.  

‘You perverted bastard.’  

She cursed him silently, biting her lip. But her body was far too honest. It betrayed her thoughts.  

Delia’s body, desperate to take Kartan back inside, was dripping wet. From her entrance, already soaked, fluids ran down her thighs, as if her body were crying out to reach climax.  

Kartan’s gaze followed the trail of the pale liquid running down her legs.  

Was it her imagination, or did his gaze seem regretful, as if lamenting wasted treasure?  

Delia quickly drew her legs together in a defensive posture, but she still had a choice to make.  

To stop here, or to take Kartan’s member back inside.  

But could this really be called a choice? If she stopped here, Delia would…  

“P-put it… in…”  

She lowered her head, trembling with shame, and muttered in a small voice.  

“What was that?”  

He teased her, his tone playful, though he must have heard her clearly.  

“P-put it… in…”  

“I can’t hear you.”  

‘This damn perverted bastard.’

Delia cursed him a thousand times in her mind, screaming internally.  

“Put it in!!”  

Her voice came out far too loudly. A heavy silence filled the empty classroom.  

Delia, overwhelmed with shame, wished she could faint on the spot.  

But Kartan’s next words were enough to not only make her faint but drag her into a near-catatonic state.  

“That wasn’t my question, Delia.”  

“…What?”  

“You need to answer whether you want to taste it or not.”  

Delia’s face flushed bright red.  

“Or we could just stop here.”  

Kartan surely knew. He must have known there was only one option for Delia. Yet he still said such things, making him nothing short of a villain.  

“I… I want to taste it.”  

In the end, the words that escaped Delia’s lips were exactly what Kartan had been waiting for.  

And, in truth, they were what her body wanted, too.  

“Lie down.”  

It was a command filled with satisfaction.  

Turning her body as instructed, Delia was almost relieved that she could hide her shame-filled face.  

As she lay down, her chest and n*pples pressed against the desk.  

The cool surface of the desk, which had lost its warmth, sent a shiver through her body, raising goosebumps.  

Her n*pples, flattened against the desk, stiffened once again of their own accord.  

Kartan’s view shifted to a new sight. Her slender waist and round hips were a feast for the eyes, offering his member a renewed sense of vigor.  

With a smile that seemed to savor the delicacy before him, he grasped Delia’s pale b*ttocks and spread them apart.  

Her flushed, quivering entrance seemed to cry out, begging to take him in.  

His massive, dark red member, still as hard as ever, quickly plunged into her wet folds.  

“Ah!”  

Creak-squelch-squelch—  

Each time he pushed inside her, her vision flickered, and her hips jerked upward.  

Her sensitive, heated body accepted every sensation Kartan gave her.  

Before she knew it, Delia was unconsciously moving her hips to match his rhythm.  

It felt too good. Everything he did was driving her mad.  

The normally composed and studious Delia was nowhere to be found.  

“Aaaah—!”  

Much time had passed. The moment the tip of his member roughly grazed her tender walls, a wave of intense sensation swept through her, leaving her breathless.  

“Aaaaahhh!!”  

Delia’s body convulsed violently.  

Her inner walls tightened around the thick pillar, squeezing it with all her might. Kartan twitched, unable to resist the stimulation.  

At that moment, only instinctive actions remained between them.  

“Ugh, ha…”  

Finally, Kartan’s member released its warm, white seed deep inside her.  

Delia, panting heavily, slowly closed her eyes. Another round was over.  

‘How many more times are left…?’  

Every time she reached climax, an inexplicable sense of emptiness followed.  

But even so, she had to do this.  

No matter what, Delia had to take first place.