'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 25: Aftermath

Morning came with complications.

Draven woke up in his bed. Alone. Which was weird because he remembered carrying Elara back last night and—

Wait. Where the fuck was she?

He sat up. *Rustle*. Sheets fell away. He was fully dressed. Had fallen asleep in his clothes.

[System]: *Morning sunshine~*

*Your Holy Maiden snuck out around 4 AM*

*Didn’t want servants catching her doing the walk of shame from your room*

*Smart girl*

Right. That made sense.

Draven got up. Stretched. His body felt... good. Really good. S-Rank recovery meant no soreness despite last night’s activities.

Speaking of last night.

He could feel her. The Resonant Bond humming at the back of his mind. Elara was... in her chambers. Awake. Feeling a mix of satisfied and sore and slightly panicked.

Probably dealing with the fact that she’d just lost her virginity to a void-corrupted villain.

[System]: *And came five times in thirty-two minutes*

*Don’t forget that part*

*That’s important*

How could he forget.

Knock knock knock.

"Young master?" Mira’s voice. "Breakfast is ready. Lady Elise is waiting."

Fuck. Right. His mother.

Who was going to immediately sense something was different. Because A-Rank mages could do that.

"Be right there," Draven called.

He changed clothes. Black shirt. Dark pants. Presentable.

Checked the bond again. Elara was... calmer now. Still sore but in a good way. And thinking about him. A lot.

[Desire: 100/100 - She wants round 2 already]

[Affection: 85/100 - Getting serious feelings]

[Status: Sexually awakened and VERY interested in more]

Good to know.

Draven headed downstairs.

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Breakfast was in the family dining room. Smaller than the main hall. More intimate.

Elise sat at the head of the table. Silver-white hair perfect. Blue dress elegant. But her eyes were sharp when Draven entered.

Too sharp.

"Good morning, darling." Her voice was warm. But underneath... suspicious. "You came home very late last night."

"Training." Not technically a lie.

"Training." Elise’s eyes narrowed. "At training ground seven. Which is abandoned. And whose barriers were completely destroyed last night in what witnesses described as ’a massive explosion of combined Light and Void energy.’"

Fuck.

"The academy is investigating," Elise continued. Calm. Measured. "They’re very curious about who could have caused such damage. And why."

"I was testing S-Rank abilities," Draven said. Sat down across from her. "Seeing what I could do."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

"Draven." Elise set down her teacup. *Clink*. "I’m your mother. Don’t lie to me."

They stared at each other.

Silence stretched.

Then Elise sighed. "You were with someone. A woman. I can smell her perfume on you even through the clothes change."

Shit. A-Rank senses.

"Who is she?" Elise’s voice was careful. Controlled. "The student you mentioned before? Or someone new?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters. You’re my son. I want to know who you’re—" She stopped. Took a breath. "I want to make sure you’re being safe. That you’re not being used. That—"

"I’m fine, Mother."

"Are you?" Elise leaned forward. "Because destroying training grounds and coming home at dawn smelling like sex and magic doesn’t seem *fine*."

[System]: *Busted*

*Mom knows you were fucking*

*She just doesn’t know WHO*

*Keep Elara’s identity secret or this becomes a political nightmare*

Right. The Holy Maiden sleeping with anyone was scandalous. The Holy Maiden sleeping with *him* specifically? Career-ending. Execution-worthy.

"It’s complicated," Draven said.

"Uncomplicate it."

"I can’t. Not yet." He met her eyes. "But I promise I’m being careful. She’s not using me. We’re... it’s mutual."

Elise studied him. Long moment.

"You care about her," she said finally. Quiet.

"Yeah."

"More than just physical."

"Yeah."

Something flickered across Elise’s face. Sadness? Jealousy? Hard to tell.

"I see." She picked up her teacup. Sipped. Set it down. "Well. As long as you’re being responsible. Using protection—"

"Mother—"

"—and not getting anyone pregnant—"

"*Mother*—"

"—then I suppose it’s your business." Elise’s smile was strained. "You’re eighteen. An adult. You can make your own choices about relationships."

But her hand trembled slightly holding the cup.

[Elise Desire: 35/100]

[She’s jealous and doesn’t know how to process it]

[Wants you but knows she shouldn’t]

[This is gonna get messy]

Yeah. It was.

"Thank you," Draven said. "For understanding."

"Of course." Elise’s voice was too bright. Fake. "Now eat your breakfast. You have classes."

They ate in uncomfortable silence.

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Academy classes were a blur.

Combat theory. Mana circulation. Some lecture about political alliances that Draven tuned out completely.

All he could think about was the bond. Elara was in her own classes. Teaching actually. Holy magic applications for A-Rank students.

She kept getting distracted. Thoughts drifting to him. To last night. To how it felt when they were connected.

[She’s thinking about your cock during class]

[Professional Holy Maiden on the outside]

[Absolutely filthy thoughts on the inside]

[I love this]

Around noon, she sent a message through the bond. Not words exactly. More like... feeling. Intent.

*Meet me. Library. Private study room 3. Now.*

Draven excused himself from lunch. Walked across campus.

The library was mostly empty. Lunch hour meant students were eating. Perfect.

Private study room 3 was in the back. Soundproofed. Warded for privacy during group projects.

He opened the door. *Creak*.

Elara was there. Leaning against the desk. Still in her formal Holy Maiden robes but... looser. Top buttons undone. Hair slightly mussed.

"Close the door," she said.

He did. *Click*.

Then she was on him.

Kissed him hard. Desperate. Her hands fisting in his shirt.

"*Missed you*," she gasped between kisses. "All morning—couldn’t stop thinking—"

"Me too." Draven’s hands found her waist. Pulled her against him.

"We shouldn’t—" Elara pulled back. Breathing hard. "I’m supposed to be teaching—you’re supposed to be in class—"

"So?"

"So this is—" She stopped. Smiled. "Fuck it. Lock the door."

Draven turned the deadbolt. *Click*.

Elara waved her hand. Mana pulsed. Privacy wards activated. *Whoom*. Soundproofing. Visual distortion. Everything.

Then she hiked up her robes. No underwear.

"We have twenty minutes before someone notices I’m gone," she said. "Make them count."

[System]: *SPEEDRUN TIME*

*Let’s see how fast you can make the Holy Maiden cum*

*New record attempt!*

Draven lifted her onto the desk. Books scattered. *Thump thump*. Spread her legs.

She was already wet.

"Been thinking about this all morning?" He slid two fingers inside her. *Squelch*.

"*Yes*—" Elara’s head fell back. "*Couldn’t focus—kept remembering—ahh!*"

He pumped his fingers. Fast. Hard. His thumb found her clit. Circled. *Flick flick*.

"*Fuck*—" Her hips rolled. Chasing the sensation. "*More—I need more—*"

Draven pulled his fingers out. Undid his belt. *Clink*. Pants down.

His cock sprang free. Already hard.

"No foreplay?" Elara asked. Breathless.

"You said twenty minutes."

"Fair point. *Fuck me*."

He thrust in. One smooth motion. Buried to the hilt.

"*AHH!*" Elara’s hand clamped over her mouth. Muffling the sound. The wards dampened noise but old habits.

Draven started moving. Fast. Hard. The desk creaked. *Creak creak creak*. Books fell off. *Thump*.

*Thrust thrust thrust*. No buildup. Just fucking. Fast and desperate.

"*Mmmph*—" Elara kept her hand over her mouth. Eyes squeezed shut. The other hand gripped the desk edge. White-knuckled.

*Slap slap slap*. Skin on skin. Wet sounds. *Squelch squelch*. She was soaked.

Two minutes. Three. Four.

Elara’s body tensed. "*Mmmmmph!*" Muffled scream. She came. Pussy clenching. Spasming.

But Draven didn’t stop.

Kept pounding. Relentless. The Incubus stamina meant he could go for hours.

"*Can’t*—*already came*—*too sensitive*—" Elara gasped.

"Again," Draven commanded. "Cum again."

"*I can’t*—*not that fast*—"

He adjusted the angle. Made sure he hit her G-spot. Hard. Every thrust.

Thirty seconds. Forty-five.

"*Oh fuck oh fuck*—" Elara’s eyes went wide. "*I’m—again—*"

She came. Second orgasm. Less than a minute after the first.

[DING! Quickie completed!]

[2 orgasms in 6 minutes]

[New personal record!]

[+500 VP]

Draven pulled out. Elara slumped on the desk. "*Haa... haa*... you’re insane."

"You asked for it."

"I did." She laughed. Breathless. "And I’ll ask again. Later. My room. Tonight."

"Deal."

They cleaned up fast. She fixed her robes. He tucked in his shirt. Evidence erased.

"Your students are going to wonder where you were," Draven said.

"I’ll tell them I was praying." Elara smiled. Wicked. "Not technically a lie. I was screaming ’oh god’ quite a lot."

He laughed. Kissed her. Quick.

"Tonight," she said.

"Tonight."

She left first. *Click*. Door closing behind her.

Draven waited five minutes. Then left too.

[System]: *Library quickie: CHECK*

*Holy Maiden getting railed on a desk during work hours: PRICELESS*

*This relationship is my favorite*

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Evening came.

But before Draven could head to Elara’s room, someone else found him.

Seraphina.

She cornered him outside his dorm. Ice-blue eyes cold. Arms crossed.

"We need to talk," she said.

Not good.

"About?"

"About you smelling like someone else. Again." Seraphina’s voice was sharp. "Different perfume than before. Sweeter. Floral."

Fuck. Elara’s scent.

"I can explain—"

"Can you?" Seraphina stepped closer. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re building a collection. Professor Astrid. Now someone new. How many women are you sleeping with, Draven?"

[System]: *Harem drama incoming*

*Time to explain the situation*

*Or lie your ass off*

*Choose wisely*

Draven met her eyes. "Are you asking as someone who cares? Or as someone who’s jealous?"

Seraphina’s face flushed. "I’m not—that’s not—"

"Because if you’re jealous, that means you want to be one of them. With me. Exclusively or shared."

"Shared?" Her voice rose. "You want me to *share* you with other women?"

"I want you to be honest about what you want. Do you want me? Yes or no?"

Seraphina stared. Mouth open. Speechless.

Then: "...yes."

"Then that means accepting I’m with other people too. Because I’m not giving them up."

"That’s—" She stopped. Bit her lip. "That’s not how relationships work."

"It’s how mine work." Draven kept his voice gentle. Honest. "I care about you. I care about Astrid. I care about the person I was with last night. And I’m not choosing between you. Either you accept that or you don’t."

"You’re asking me to be part of a harem."

"I’m asking you to be with me. However that looks."

Seraphina closed her eyes. Breathed. Opened them.

"I need time to think."

"Take all the time you need."

She turned. Started walking away. Then stopped. Looked back.

"Is she... is she better than me?"

"Different," Draven said honestly. "Not better. Not worse. Different."

"But you care about her."

"Yeah."

Seraphina nodded slowly. "Okay. I’ll... I’ll think about it."

She left.

[System]: *Harem management activated*

[Seraphina’s processing: Will she accept sharing or walk away?]

[Affection: 30/100 - Conflicted]

[This could go either way]

Draven sighed. Headed back to his room.

Harem politics were complicated.

But worth it.

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Later that night, Elara’s room.

She’d prepared. Candles. Soft sheets. Privacy wards so strong even an Archmage couldn’t sense what happened inside.

They made love. Slower this time. Tender. Learning each other properly.

One orgasm for her. One for him. Nothing explosive. Just... connection.

Afterward they lay together. Her head on his chest. His arm around her.

"This is going to get complicated," Elara said quietly.

"Already is."

"The Church. The academy. The Crown Prince. Your other women." She traced patterns on his chest. "We’re creating problems."

"Worth it though."

"Yeah." She smiled. "Worth it."

They fell asleep like that. Connected. The bond humming between them.

And somewhere in the capital, the Crown Prince got reports about training ground seven’s destruction.

About combined Light and Void energy.

About the impossible.

War was coming.

But tonight? Tonight was theirs.

[System]: *Romance Arc 3 complete*

*Elara: Fully integrated*

*Harem: 5 members (Astrid, Seraphina, Elise, Lyra, Elara)*

*VP: 13,950*

*Next: Return to main plot*

*Crown Prince is planning something big*

*Get ready*

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