The chill of the air-conditioned corridor outside the administrative offices couldn't soothe the lingering irritation in my chest after my encounter with Yukie. I knocked on the mahogany door marked 'Headmistress.'

"Come in."

I pushed the door open and saw her.

Ophelia was as captivating as ever. Her long red hair was tied up high, leaving a few strands to frame her sharp, flawless face. As usual, her presence immediately filled the room.

The uniform, which was supposed to be formal, seemed almost designed to torment any man's gaze. The grey and navy fabric hugged her figure perfectly, curving around every contour that should have been concealed, from her slender waist to her ample breasts, which seemed to dare the buttons holding her blouse together.

"You called for me, Headmistress?" I asked.

Ophelia lifted her eyes from the documents on her desk. Those deep, sharp crimson eyes looked at me coldly. "Sit, Socheron."

I sat in the chair opposite her.

She put down her pen, then leaned back in her leather chair, her hands clasped on the desk. "Care to explain?"

"Explain what?"

"Don't play dumb," she said, her voice flat but laced with a subtle threat. "Two days. You haven't shown up at all after my stern warning. Do you take my words lightly? Or perhaps you think that because your mother is the Star Witch, you can walk all over the rules of this academy?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off.

"Frankly," she continued, interrupting, "I don't particularly care if you attend classes or sleep all day at home. Even your homeroom teacher has given up. But what I care about is perception."

She leaned forward slightly, and I could see more clearly the shadow in the neckline of her tight blouse.

"The perception of the other students. The perception of their parents. The perception of our donors and the Hunter Council. They all questioned my decision to place you in Class A when you weren't awakened, and now they're questioning why I'm coddling someone who skips classes so freely. That damages the academy's reputation, Socheron. And the academy's reputation is my responsibility."

I leaned back in my chair, trying to appear relaxed despite the tension in the air. "Starting today, I won't be absent anymore."

Ophelia let out a small snort, a sardonic smile gracing her red lips.

"Your words are so trustworthy," she mocked in a flat tone. "How many times have you uttered the same promise?"

I just gave a thin smile, not arguing. She was right.

"Therefore," Ophelia continued, her eyes glinting with a plan clearly meant to make me uncomfortable, "I have a solution to change that perception. I am entering you as one of Nine Stars Academy's representatives for the Gatehaven Inter-Academy Tournament next week."

I furrowed my brow. "Wouldn't that just make me even more hated? Make me the target of every student who feels more deserving? I'm still the lowest-ranked in Class A, you know."

"You awakened directly as Rank A. Only a handful of students in this academy achieve that. It proves your talent, regardless of your... pitiful academic record."

She paused for a moment. "And from the recording of your fight with Rutherford a while ago, I know with your abilities, you are quite qualified to be an academy representative."

I looked at her more deeply. "Headmistress, you... are really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Ophelia didn't deny it. The smile on her lips widened slightly, confirming my suspicion.

As I gazed at the beautiful and dangerous woman before me, my mind raced. How to conquer her? Would simply fucking her brutally as I did with Charlotte be enough? Probably not. Charlotte had hidden thirsts, a sexual naivety that could be exploited. Ophelia was different. Plus, conquering her in the usual way would be boring.

But I had to break her. This bitch of a Headmistress was the key.

'This damn academy,' I muttered inwardly, old hatred churning. Everyone in it, everyone who laughed at me, ignored me, or just stood by watching my suffering... I'll destroy them all. But first, I'm going to make this Headmistress mine.

"Alright," I said slowly, as if accepting her decision. But silently, I was focusing my mind, directing my will toward her. Time to play with her.

[Mind Control].

Instantly, the light in Ophelia's bright, intelligent crimson eyes changed. The spark of cleverness and mischief faded, replaced by a flat, eerie emptiness. The lively expression on her face became blank, like a mask had been stripped away.

I took a deep breath. Good. I guess it's time I use that.

[Hymen Pill].

I looked at the pill for a moment.

[Hymen Pill

->A single-use pill that can restore a woman's hymen to a virgin state. Its side effects are permanent and drastic: after her hymen is torn again, her vagina will permanently stretch to accommodate the penis that tore it. This makes her unable to accept any other penis without pain and discomfort. Furthermore, she will develop an exclusive sexual dependency on that specific penis, experiencing intense and frequent orgasms only from its penetration, plunging her into a constant cycle of need and satisfaction.]

After I decided to use the [Slave's Collar] on Delilah, I had prepared this item as a substitute for Yukie or Ophelia. Yukie is my final target; revenge on her can be savored slowly. But Ophelia... she is the key to controlling this entire academy.

"Open your mouth," I commanded, my voice flat.

Like a puppet on strings, Ophelia opened her mouth. Her lips, usually so expressive, were now parted wide. I placed the pill on her pink tongue, then gently closed her mouth. I watched her throat move as she swallowed.

I waited, observing her closely. Externally, there was no change. But I knew, within her sexy and powerful body, a drastic biochemical transformation was occurring. Her uterine walls and pussy pulsed subtly, long-lost cells regenerating rapidly, reforming an intact, tight hymen, restoring a virginal tightness that should only exist in memory.

After a moment, I was sure the process was complete. "Stand up. Climb onto your desk."

She obeyed with a grace that persisted even in her controlled state. She sat on the edge of the large mahogany desk, its surface cool against the back of her thighs beneath her skirt.

"Lower your skirt and your panties. Then, spread your legs for me."

Ophelia's slender hands moved to her waist. A small click of a fastener, then the zipper was lowered. The tight grey pencil skirt slid down over her hips, pooling on the desk. Then, her fingers touched the waistband of her black lace panties. She pulled them down, slowly, freeing what was hidden beneath.

And the sight... was primitively beautiful and enticing.

Between those pale thighs lay a truly mesmerizing sanctuary. Her pubic hair was thick, a fiery red like the crown of her head, wild and untrimmed, adding to a feral, powerful impression.

From behind that tangle of fiery hair, her labia, a pale pink, were visible, sealed tight like an unopened flower bud. The shape was perfect, symmetrical, with a delicate slit in the center that seemed to call for opening. The surrounding skin was smooth and flawless, showing care even though her hair was left natural. A faint, feminine scent, her natural musk, began to fill the air between us.

I stepped forward, standing between her spread legs. My index finger casually reached out, first touching the thick red hair, feeling its softness and abundance.

Then, my fingertip slid lower, touching the tightly closed outer lips of her pussy. The skin felt warm and velvety. As I touched, the muscles in her thighs twitched ever so faintly.

She didn't react outwardly, but the system notification told me otherwise.

[Ophelia's Sexual Arousal increased to 5 (+1)]

I gave a slight smile. Her body could still respond, even if her mind was empty.

Did it really work?

To be sure, I activated [Eye of Desire].

________________

NAME: Ophelia Blazinger

AGE: 51

CLASS: Crimson Phoenix

RANK: SS

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 5%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: Yes

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts.

FETISH: Sadistic, Masochistic, Pet Play, Humiliation.

________________

Her status had changed. She was a virgin again, technically. But a virgin with a time bomb inside her.

While my middle finger continued to gently stroke her hidden clitoris, I leaned in, inhaling her scent more deeply. That clean, mature scent made my cock throb in my pants, though the [Ring of Self-Control] dampened most of the urge.

"You have a husband at home, don't you?" I asked, my voice low and full of suppressed desire.

Ophelia answered. "Yes."

"A woman like you, with a body like this..." My hand roamed over the curve of her slender waist, then rose to caress the side of her breast swelling beneath her blouse. "...must keep your husband excited every day. He probably never misses a night of fucking you, right? Even though you're not young anymore, but look at this..."

My finger returned to the cleft of her cunt, applying light pressure. "Still like a girl's. Does your husband realize how lucky he is? But after today, your husband will never be able to satisfy you again."

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