'I still can't believe I'm in that trash eroge…' he thought, his brows furrowing slightly. 'The characters are even worse than I remember.'

He exhaled, his eyes narrowing as his gaze drifted over the gleaming walls and the intricate dragon crest that adorned them.

Just then, a soft voice called out from behind him.

"Damien Cross?"

The tone was calm and feminine, yet it carried enough authority to make a few of the students nearby glance up in surprise.

Damien turned around.

Standing a short distance away was a tall woman with long, flowing silver hair that shimmered under the corridor lights.

Her deep crimson eyes were steady and sharp, framed by long lashes that softened the cold elegance of her face.

A faint smile curved her lips, gentle yet commanding.

Her body was very curvy, with two huge breasts that defied gravity hanging on her chest.

She was putting on a long, blue robe, but even that couldn't completely hide the two, huge mountain mounds.

Her waist was slender, tapering into a pair of wide hips.

For a moment, even the air around her seemed to quiet.

The students nearby fell silent, their murmurs fading instantly as they turned their attention toward her.

Then, their gazes flicked back to Damien—the boy she was speaking to—and they couldn't help but wonder who was was to attract her attention.

Damien blinked once, his composure faltering ever so slightly.

'So beautiful…' he thought, his eyes locked on the huge mountains on her chest.

The woman approached him, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she stopped a few feet away. Her crimson eyes met his, her faint smile never wavering.

"Why aren't you in your elite uniform yet?" she asked in a calm, melodic tone.

Her voice broke him out of his daze, and Damien forced himself to tear his eyes away her boobs, moving them back to her face.

He blinked, then glanced down at himself.

He was still in his simple dressing, and looking around, every other student were clad in different uniforms.

Then the image of that boy with terrible mouth odour from earlier flashed in his mind.

'So that's the elite uniform,' Damien thought, thinking back to the uniform he found on him. 'I didn't see anything like that in my room, it's probably cause I didn't check the room properly.'

He turned his gaze back to the silver-haired woman and smiled wryly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ohh… I forgot."

Rena's dark red eyes lingered on Damien for a moment longer than necessary. Though her smile remained, one of her brows twitched slightly.

'This one… might be troublesome,' she thought.

"Ohh… really?" she said with a faint smile, but her tone made it clear that she wasn't entirely convinced.

However, it wasn't like Damien was lying to her.

He had simply been wandering about the academy, comparing it to the way it was in the game.

And he had to admit, seeing it in real life felt very different.

The game had been trash, so the graphics were subpar and didn't properly show all the details he could see now with his naked eyes.

"I'm Rena, the head instructor for the first years. Come with me." with that, the woman turned gracefully, her long hair swaying with the motion.

Her behind was then exposed to Damien, who couldn't help but gulp at the sight of the two round, bubble-like orbs swaying to the side even within the confines of her robe.

'This game is trash, but the good thing about it… is the number of top tier MILFS in it!' he thought, his eyes shining pervertedly.

It made sense, after all, the game was an eroge to begin with.

But then, he quickly snapped himself out of his daze, following behind her.

Nonetheless, his eyes kept frosting down to that huge, swaying buttocks, finding it difficult to tear away from them.

As they walked, Rena spoke again. "A unique class… I almost didn't believe it when I heard."

Damien glanced at her, his expression calm.

"Don't think having a unique class means you'll have an easy journey. In fact…" she paused, her red eyes cutting toward him briefly. "It might be the opposite."

"I figured as much," Damien replied, his voice neither humble nor proud.

Rena gave a faint hum of approval, then said, "Spellblade… that's what your class is, isn't it?"

"Yes," Damien replied.

Her lips curved slightly, her tone thoughtful as she said, "That's a special one. It's similar to the Magic Warrior class, but… different in key ways. You'll have to take classes both with the mages and the rare warrior types."

Damien nodded, listening quietly.

"Good," Rena said softly, then fell silent, letting the rhythmic sound of their footsteps fill the space between them.

Minutes passed and finally, they stopped before a large, double wooden door with ornate carvings running along its edges.

"This will be your first class," Rena said, placing her hand lightly against the door.

With a firm push, the doors swung open.

Damien's gaze swept forward, and his eyes slightly widened at the sight before him.

It was a spacious classroom—larger than any he had seen so far.

The air was still and heavy with mana, the faint hum of energy lingering like a living presence.

At the front of the room stood a tall, middle-aged man dressed in flowing green robes, his hands clasped behind his back.

His black hair was tied neatly, and his gaze was focused intently on the group before him.

The students were seated on the polished wooden floor in neat rows, each sitting cross-legged in lotus position.

Damien's eyes flicked across the faces of the students—most were dressed in white and silver uniforms bearing the academy's crest on their left shoulder.

Then his gaze stopped.

Among them sat a blue-haired boy with sharp, handsome features, his confident posture making him stand out immediately.

Two beautiful girls were seated beside him, both close enough that it looked more like worship than mere admiration.

The boy was wearing the same black and gold uniform as the arrogant noble Damien had met earlier in the hallway.

Damien's brows twitched slightly.

The blue-haired boy's eyes slowly drifted toward the door and when his gaze met Damien's, his expression instantly shifted.

Stanley frowned deeply, his jaw tightening.

His eyes narrowed, and a flicker of irritation flashed within them.

'You again…' he thought bitterly.

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