It was a dull morning for Class 2-B.
Students were slouched on their seats, snappily chattering about last night's reality show episodes, football highlights, and whatever viral drama was trending on school socials.
But on the far right corner at the back of the class was an uninterested Lucas.
He sat like a bored prince on a crumbling throne.
His legs were casually thrown over the desk in front of him as one foot swung lazily.
In his hands was a worn, slightly crumpled XXX Paradise Vol. 9, opened wide and proud like a religious text. And there he was—reading it with all the calmness of someone flipping through a cereal box.
His eyes moved slowly from page to page, unfazed by the fact that he was ogling full-spread, naked women right there in broad daylight.
No shame. No hesitation. Just peace.
"Damn, Lucas's at it again…"
One girl whispered with an irritated side-eye.
"Don't bother…"
Her friend replied, waving it off.
"It's just Lucas. He's hopeless."
Everyone knew. Everyone had accepted.
Lucas would always be known as the biggest pervert in all of Excelsior Academy—no one could even come close to taking that title from him.
The very idea of shame and self respect had long packed its bags and left his soul.
Some even said he was the incarnation of lust.
Sure, he was tall—decently ripped, with the kind of athletic body girls liked to post about—and yes, the number one striker on the soccer team. Handsome enough to get attention, dangerous enough to drive it away. Because just when they thought he was "maybe that bad-boy type" they'd hear him casually discussing the thigh-to-waist ratio of some teacher and immediately exit stage left.
Still, Lucas wasn't thinking about those girls.
He wasn't even paying attention to the magazine anymore.
No.
Even though there were naked bodies everywhere, laid out like some kind of buffet for his hungry, perverted eyes, his mind wasn't really there. It just kept circling back to that one person—over and over again.
Lilith Sinclair.
He licked his lips unconsciously, not out of lust, but tension.
The image of her soft, elegant smile clung to the inside of his brain like static.
The President.
That girl was something else.
Perfect grades, athletic goddess, gorgeous beyond reason. She walked into the school one month ago and climbed to the top like she had a personal elevator to success.
Teachers adored her. Students worshipped her.
If someone made a school-wide ranking, she'd rank above the top. Literally.
But why… why the hell was she interested in him?
Lucas squinted at nothing as his fingers slid off the corner of the page.
『Ahh… it doesn't make any sense…』
She was supposed to be one of those noble European types, someone raised on classical music and horse-riding through vineyards. Girls like her ended up marrying heirs to tech empires or mafia dynasties—not sports guys who liked girls based on their "three sizes" and read porn mags like it was Shakespeare.
『Still…』
He remembered that moment this morning.
Her smile. The way her eyes lingered.
It wasn't ordinary.
And worse, all those weird dreams he'd been having…
Blood-soaked warfields, ancient beasts, snarling monsters with too many eyes.
Whispering voices in languages he didn't understand.
And the violin… always that damned violin playing in the dead of night. Haunting and soft, like someone was practicing just outside his window.
『Sigh… I know it's not connected, but looking into those red eyes of hers is just… I… I get chills…』
He sighed, eyes drifting upward to the ceiling as though the answers were hidden in the cracks of paint.
The glossy page slipped from his hand.
Then—
Tap.
A light pat landed on his shoulder.
His pupils shrank instantly.
FLASH.
A white wolf of beastly size.
Its maw open wide, blue eyes glowing with raw hatred.
Blood dripping from its fangs.
Lucas stiffened, heart stalling.
『Wh… what is this?』
He turned his head slowly, and the sight that met him tore the air from his lungs.
A veiny hand. Long claws.
Blood trailing down pale, wrinkled skin.
The hand of a monster.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT──?!"
Lucas sprang out of his seat with an explosive shout as he grabbed the hand tightly in a combat-ready grip.
The whole class froze.
Conversations died mid-sentence.
Heads turned like dominoes.
"What the hell?!" someone blurted.
Lucas blinked. Just once.
And the illusion vanished.
The hand he was clutching was… very human.
Slightly bony. Awkwardly soft.
It belonged to a lanky, pale-skinned kid with oversized glasses that made his face look like a cartoon mole. Disturbingly neat hair, buttoned-up uniform, and a stunned expression like he'd just walked into a minefield.
"Uh-, Uhm… is everything alright, master?"
Ben Smith stammered, adjusting his glasses nervously.
Lucas stared at him like he'd just seen a ghost crawl out of a vending machine. His grip loosened immediately and he stumbled back a step, arms trembling. He looked around—wide-eyed, confused, breathing like he'd just finished a hundred-meter sprint.
"What's wrong with him?"
One guy asked, eyebrows raised.
Another scoffed.
"Probably some nasty fantasy again. Don't fall for it."
"Yeah, ignore it. He's just being weird again."
Just like that, the spotlight vanished.
The class shrugged off his outburst like a weird sneeze and went back to their mindless chatter.
But Lucas?
He couldn't breathe right.
He stared at his own palm.
It was shaking.
『Red…?』
For a brief moment, his skin grew paler.
Deep, crimson veins pulsed just beneath the surface.
His nails elongated to become sharp, gleaming claws.
Blood oozed from the cracks of his palm like something inside wanted to claw its way out.
A monster.
His eyes widened──but in the next blink, everything was normal again.
"Hnn…"
Lucas groaned, dragging his hand down his face as his fingers curled into his scalp.
"Those visions again…"
They were getting worse.
They wouldn't stop coming.
『This isn't because I jerk off too much… right?』
Lucas shook his head and laughed awkwardly.
『AHAHAH… as if…』
･･･
It was already afternoon.
The dry squeak of a marker scraped against the whiteboard as the teacher droned on.
His words were slow and sandpapery.
Notes scrawled across the board, but none of them landed in the students' minds. Dull faces filled the room like statues melted in the sun—unmoving, half-dead.
Expectedly, Lucas was no different.
His cheek rested against one palm as his leg stretched out lazily under his desk.
A quiet yawn slipped from his mouth.
"Hrmm… this is so boring…"
From the desk in front of him, Ben adjusted his glasses and looked back with a weary sigh.
"Two more classes left. We can survive."
Lucas leaned back in his chair, eyes closing.
"I'd have to survive this one first…"
Ben opened his mouth to respond, but Lucas was already standing up. He slung his bag over one shoulder and moved with the ease of someone done pretending to care.
"I'm going home."
Ben blinked. "But… school isn't over yet."
Lucas cut in with half-lidded eyes.
"Well, the school didn't give me a scholarship, so guess what? They've got nothing to lose."
That was when the teacher finally noticed.
"Lucas Gray! Sit down this instant or I'll be forced to send you out of class!"
Lucas turned at the door.
He tossed a lazy peace sign, and smiled.
"No worries, sir. I'll save you the stress."
SLAM.
The door shut with finality.
The silence that followed wasn't peaceful. It was tense.
Everyone stared ahead like nothing had happened, but something clearly had.
･･･
Lucas walked across the school grounds, past the trimmed hedges and the humming vending machines, toward the gate. One hand hooked loosely through the strap of his backpack, while the other covered his mouth as he let out another yawn with his eyes squeezed shut.
"Man… I'm so tired…"
And that's when she saw him.
From the newly polished Student Center, on the second floor near the tinted window… someone was watching.
Lilith Sinclair.
Her obsidian-black hair fell like silk across her face, never failing to cover one of her crimson eyes.
The other eye, however… sharp, glimmering, hungry.
She watched him like a predator eyeing a lamb.
Her lips curved into a strange smile.
"… There it is again…"
She whispered in a deeply sexy voice.
"That heat. That ache. That burning."
She pressed one hand against the glass.
Her breath fogged the window.
The hunger inside her wasn't ordinary.
It twisted through her like wildfire, coiling in her gut, licking at her bones.
"I haven't felt this way before…"
She murmured, licking her lips.
"Every part of me is on fire. I want to sink my fangs into that regal little neck until it stops pulsing… and then keep him. Keep him all to myself…"
Her breath quickened.
She shifted where she stood and her legs tightened slightly as she rubbed one thigh against the other.
… Hnn~ ❤️
Her shoulders trembled—barely restrained hunger creeping up like a fever.
… AHHN──hmmm ❤️
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
Thick steam hissed out between her teeth.
"Ah… I want to devour him…"
She rubbed her thighs faster, harder.
The sexual tension building there was like a loaded gun.
"So much blood. So much life."
Her nails scraped down the glass with a screech.
"Hnnn~ so delicious… ❤️"
She coughed out another desperate moan.
"What's stopping me from shattering his fragile little body—crushing bone like porcelain—before sinking my dripping fangs into that throat, drinking him down to the very last sweet, desperate drop? I'm so wet right now…"
She felt her undergarments dampen a little.
"I want to hear him whimper, tremble… beg me like the obedient little hound he is."
Her fangs extended from her mouth with a quiet click.
Drool slid down from her bottom lip.
Her other hand clawed into the wooden frame beside the window, leaving deep gouges in the wood as her pupils narrowed to razor slits.
Unaware, Lucas kept walking beyond the gate—whistling a soft tune, hands in his pockets.
But Lilith…
She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Mmm~ ❤️
It rolled down her chin like syrup.
"I'm feeling so wet…"
She whispered with a sexy purr.
"So wet I might just… make a mess right here…"
She chuckled darkly, still watching.
"Soon, Lucas Gray. Sooner than you think."
Her snow-white legs shook so much that her knees pressed tightly together, and without thinking, she reached down and grabbed between her thighs.
"I want to eat you…"