The event was one Damian could never forget—one where he'd been utterly disgraced by Mason's twin sister. A girl whose beauty rivaled even the ice-cold Diana and the battle-obsessed Lisa. Naturally, he avoided Lisa due to that reason, and also because she always seemed to find his weak spots so casually, irritating him as effortlessly as one might drink water.
But that aside... Frustrated by Diana's constant indifference and the other elite girls barely acknowledging his existence, he'd been thrilled when he first met his 'friend's' sister. Her beauty had been absolutely alarming, and being the professional womanizer he was, he'd shot his shot without hesitation.
Well, his shot had ended with him nearly losing his manhood at the hands of Mason's sister from Jasper class—who was shockingly more powerful than her brother. If it had been a normal duel, it wouldn't have ended so catastrophically. Though he was a womanizing scumbag, he was still elite-ranked, so it should have been a decent fight at least. But in that moment, lost in her seemingly innocent appearance, she'd caught him completely off guard with a devastating kick that should have ended his bloodline forever.
God bless the healer at the infirmary who'd spent the entire night treating his nearly-destroyed balls.
"Come on, not still hung up on that? It wasn't even me—it was my sister." Mason's grin was infuriating. "It's not like I told her you were a scumbag and that if you ever tried to hit on her, she should make you impotent. Come on, I wouldn't do that, bro."
His laugh made it obvious he was being sarcastic, which irritated Damian beyond measure. He had a sinking feeling that incident had further ruined any slim chances he'd had with Diana.
Damian simply looked away. Responding would only give the idiot more satisfaction, and he wasn't going to waste time on that. He already knew how to get his revenge on both siblings—something he planned to accomplish soon enough.
"M-Mason?" A pink tint appeared on Lisa's face as the young man leaned toward her with that trademark grin, those emerald eyes boring into hers.
"My sweet Lisa, did you miss me?" he said with practiced charm.
Her eyes immediately went dark. A spear materialized from nowhere as she thrust it toward him, but he'd already anticipated this and leaped back a considerable distance.
"Crazy bastard... try that again and I swear I'll cripple you," she squinted, regaining control of herself. It was some bizarre ability related to his sylph—something that could induce emotions in others.
"Hahahaha!" He laughed, clearly delighted by her reaction. "It's only a matter of time, my dear Lisa..." he trailed off cryptically.
The young man had been pursuing her for an entire semester, but she wasn't interested. Obviously, because she knew he was no different from Damian—they were birds of the same feather! Womanizing scumbags, and she'd be an idiot to fall for his pretty-boy act. She knew he had no fewer than five girls he was chasing in their very class alone, with the possibility of more outside it.
"Get your head out of your ass. I'd rather become a nun than fall for your worthless charms," she said with visible irritation.
Mason just shook his head with that infuriating confidence. He'd met stubborn girls before and handled plenty of them. If there was one thing he knew, it was that everyone had a weakness. He was going to have this high-class prize in his bed one way or another—by hook or by crook.
"What's with the gathering here? Are you talking about me?" a sultry voice interrupted, and both Diana and Lisa frowned.
"Oh, if it isn't the saintly bitch," Lisa said with a sharp grin, but her attempts to enrage the priestess candidate fell flat as slender hands covered a melodious chuckle.
The two young men standing there—both hopeless degenerates—could only gaze at the figure before them, who seemed nothing less than an angel. That is, if one ignored the sinful body she possessed. Or perhaps that was exactly what made her seem angelic to them. No one could fully understand how the cultured mind of a degenerate operated.
Literally golden hair and white eyes—that was her description, though her eyes weren't normally white. They were currently this ethereal shade because she'd just finished a duel with a particularly strong opponent.
Her usual eyes were the purest molten gold, matching her hair perfectly. Pale complexion, pink plump lips that Damian's gaze struggled to escape from—it was literally an internal battle not to walk over and steal a taste of those lips. One of the major reasons for his hesitation was simple: he would die. There were no two ways about it. Perhaps that's why degenerates, no matter their level of insanity, could only look. Even a madman would avoid an approaching bus—no one wanted to die, sane or not.
Then there was her figure. If Diana was a killer, then this young lady was death itself. It was a strange contradiction—the aura of innocence and peace she radiated, yet those lethal curves that made the whole package devastatingly dangerous.
"Lisa... Oh, Lisa," she gazed at Lisa's moderate chest and clicked her tongue repeatedly, as if witnessing something unfortunate. "If only you were a faithful believer, then maybe—just maybe—the goddess would have given you bigger 'blessings.'" She laughed beautifully, and a vein appeared on Lisa's forehead.
This was one of the reasons she despised this girl—she never failed to weaponize those useless lumps of flesh against her.
This insufferable bitch! Lisa roared internally but decided to stay silent rather than give the saintess more satisfaction.
"Diana," with her fun spoiled since Lisa had looked away and refused to respond, she searched for another target. "Don't you think it's time you repented? Trying to seduce every man alive isn't the goddess's plan for your life." She looked ready to deliver a full sermon, and she could already sense the flaring ether from Diana, which made her grin even wider.
However, before it could escalate, she noticed someone leaving. "Amira?" she muttered, watching her head toward a specific destination. "Are you aware we've dropped in the interclass rankings?" She changed topics abruptly, turning to gaze at Mason, who quickly straightened under her attention.
"Well... it doesn't really matter, does it? After final exams this semester, there'll be a reshuffle anyway, so yeah... it's not a big deal," he waved it off casually.
"And the cause of this... issue?" she asked with deceptive sweetness.
Like the simp he was, he readily divulged the information. "Apparently some psycho vaporized the labs."