The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy - Chapter 377

Capítulo 377: The Beginning Of The End [XXXIX]

Aestrea just sat there with his whole body stiff.

The silence in the room was so thick that one could hear the sound of the dripping candles.

Olivia kept waiting for him to lift up the veil; her hands were still on his shoulders, and her body sat perfectly still on his lap.

“….”

However, her patience was slowly running out.

Rustle…♡

A small shift of her hips was the first sign.

The soft silk of her dress slid against his pants, and then he felt it. The round, soft shape of her ass was pressing right against his crotch.

Swoosh…

She moved again, a slow, grinding rub, back and forth.

“Hah…”

A hot jolt shot through Aestrea’s body as his breath hitched in his throat.

He could feel himself getting hard, his dick pressing back against her, separated by only a few layers of cloth.

“Mmm…♡”

Olivia must have felt it, because a soft, satisfied hum came from behind her veil.

“There it is…” she then whispered, her voice like warm honey.

“Your body is much more honest than your mouth, Honey♡!”

She started to move again, this time with an obvious meaning.

Swish… swish…

Her hips rolled in a slow, lazy circle, grinding her peach-like ass against his now-stiff cock. Each grind sent a fresh wave of heat through him, making his head spin lightly.

However… that wasn’t enough to force Aestrea to actually do something.

He had been seduced by a Succubus Queen before, so this kind of teasing was a little too easy to shake off.

Except for the part of how beautiful Oliva is… but thankfully, she’s wearing a veil.

“Don’t you like it, my dear husband? Haaa~♡” she breathed, leaning in closer to his ear.

Her scent, that sweet lotus smell, filled his lungs.

“This is what a wife does for her husband. She makes him feel good~♡”

Aestrea finally gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

‘…Dammit. Do I really need to marry her?’

“Your silence is so boring,” she pouted, her movements stopping for a second.

Tap… tap…

Her fingers drummed lightly on his chest. Then, she shifted again, pressing down harder, right on the most sensitive spot.

“Ngh!”

A sharp gasp escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Hehe…” Olivia giggled wickedly.

“Oh? Did you like that one?” She did it again, a slow, hard press that made his dick throb.

Throb… throb!

“I can feel you, Aestrea. You’re so hard for me…♡ all for me~”

Slllide…

Her hands slid from his shoulders down his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles there.

“You can fight it all you want with your words… but this…” She rolled her hips again, a long, delicious rub that almost made his toes curl.

Rustle…

“…this is fate. This is our destiny.”

Hearing her words, Aestrea frowned slighly.

“Do we really need to marry?”

…Swoosh.

Her hips, which had been painting circles of heat on his lap, stopped dead.

The friction was gone, replaced by a sudden, chilling stillness.

She stared at him through the thin red veil, and for the first time, her soft allure was replaced by something sharp and dangerous.

“Of course…” she said, her voice losing its honeyed sweetness, turning hard as stone.

“Only my husband can take my purity, no one else!”

The air grew three shades colder.

The warm, romantic glow of the candles now seemed to mock him. He could feel the killing intent starting to bleed into the room, pricking at his skin.

“Why are you indecisive?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t mind if you get other wives later.”

“Olivia…” Aestrea forced the words out.

“I made a promise that I’d marry everyone at the same time, and the role of first wife would go to the one who won in a fight… I can’t break that promise.”

CRACK!

The air itself seemed to crack under the pressure. Olivia’s eyes, hidden behind the veil, flared with a light that was anything but divine.

“AND WHAT ABOUT ME THEN?!” she shrieked madly.

“YOU NEED TO BECOME MY HUSBAND RIGHT NOW!”

The killing intent washed over him in a suffocating wave.

It was so strong, so absolute, that his body froze. His muscles locked up, his breath caught in his chest.

…He was paralyzed.

“If you don’t lift the veil…” she whispered, her voice dropping to a chilling, deathly calm.

“…I’ll make you…”

She raised her hand slightly, her fingers glowing with a faint, menacing light.

And then… Aestrea felt it.

A strangely horrifying tug.

His own hands, the hands he was clenching into fists, started to move on their own.

They rose slowly, like puppets on invisible strings, drifting toward the red veil that covered her face.

‘…Fuck!’

His mind screamed, but his body betrayed him.

His eyes widened in horror as his fingers got closer and closer to the fabric. He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body straining against the invisible force.

‘Think, think, think!’

There was no way to break her control.

But maybe… maybe he could derail it.

His hands were just an inch away now as he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin silk.

In a last, desperate act of defiance, he lunged forward.

Chuu!

That was the wet, slightly muffled sound of a mouth pressing firmly into silk. He kissed her hard, right through the veil, his lips smashing against the fabric and hers.

For a single, frozen moment, nothing happened.

Then… the pressure vanished.

Poof.

The invisible strings holding his hands were cut.

They dropped to his sides, limp and tingling. The suffocating killing intent disappeared, replaced by a stunned silence.

Olivia was completely still. Her whole body had gone rigid on his lap, and the hand that had been glowing with divine power was frozen in mid-air.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she raised her own fingers to her lips, touching the spot on the other side of the veil where he had kissed her.

The silence stretched for an eternity.

Then, a low, dangerous chuckle rumbled from her chest.

“Hee… hee hee…”

Her head tilted, and even through the veil, he could feel her gaze burning into him. When she spoke, her voice was a husky, dangerous mix of surprise and something far more terrifying.

“…So, you want to play rough, husband?”

She continued laughing, but her laugh didn’t stop; it grew, bubbling up from her chest until it wasn’t a chuckle anymore.

It was a high-pitched, unhinged giggle that echoed off the silk-draped walls.

“Hee… hee hee… AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The sound was pure madness.

Before Aestrea could even process it, the world blurred.

WHOOSH!

Olivia moved with impossible speed.

In one fluid motion, she spun off his lap, her hands grabbing his shoulders with a grip like iron.

The next thing he knew, his back was slamming against the soft, crimson sheets of the wedding bed.

“Kugh!”

The air was knocked out of his lungs.

He stared up at the red silk canopy, his mind reeling.

Before he could even struggle, her hands were on his wrists, pinning them firmly above his head.

Her body followed, pressing down on him, her weight pinning him to the mattress.

‘…THIS AGAIN?!’ Aestrea’s mind screamed in disbelief.

For some insane reason, this kind of pinning had happened a lot of times to him! Why did all the yandere girls love to pin him down like this?!

“Haahh… haaah~, my dear…”

Her giggling slowly subsided, replaced by a heavy, breathing silence.

She was on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips, her body pressed flush against his.

He could feel the frantic beat of her heart through her chest, thumping against his own.

She leaned down, her veil brushing against his cheek. The scent of lotus and incense was overwhelming now, mixed with something else… the sharp, electric scent of her obsession.

Her lips, still hidden by the red fabric, hovered right next to his ear. And through the veil, he could still feel the warmth of her breath.

Then, she started whispering.

“Lift the veil…”

Her voice was a soft, hypnotic caress, a stark contrast to the violence of a moment ago. It was a silken thread, winding around his mind.

“Aestrea… lift the veil…”

Her grip on his wrists tightened, just enough to remind him he was trapped.

“I know you want to… I felt you kiss me. You wanted to see my face, didn’t you? You’re just shy… It’s okay, husband. I’ll teach you~♡”

Her whisper was like a drug, seeping into his ear, making his head feel fuzzy. He struggled, trying to buck her off, but it was useless.

Flap!

Aestrea even tried to use his Fallen God form, but it was still somehow rejected by Olivia’s power…

He really was fucking trapped.

“Don’t fight it… just give in…” she cooed, her voice dropping even lower, becoming a sultry, enticing murmur.

“Lift the veil… and I’ll be yours forever. I’ll do anything you want~♡. Anything♡… I’ll be a good wife… a loving wife…♡ your loving wife…♡”

She shifted her hips, grinding down against him.

“Ugh…!”

A jolt of pleasure shot through his body once more.

“See?” she giggled softly into his ear.

“Your body wants this. Your body wants me. So just listen to it… listen to me…”

“Lift the veil… lift the veil… lift the veil…♡”

She kept chanting this repetitive mantra that was starting to make his head swim. And soon enough… Aestrea would have to comply.

“Lift it~”