The former king goes to the academy

"So, he finally arrived!"

Laios spoke while still lying in bed.

His hands gripped the generous breasts of the girl beside him, who let out a muffled moan.

Ah—

He licked his lips instantly. All of this was seriously getting on his nerves.

He was in a foul mood, and the reason was simple: he had just learned that Alden Khan had been admitted to Xerx Academy.

His hatred for Alden wasn't just circumstantial, it was rooted in the ideological conflict between their two families.

The Khan's vision was fundamentally opposed to that of the Yvan. It was impossible for Laios to see Alden in a favorable light. The fact that he was joining the academy deeply irritated him.

A rivalry simmered inside him, even though they had never met.

The Yvan and the Khan were among the Three Great Families. And Laios Yvan was the legitimate heir to his house.

Alden, on the other hand, was merely the youngest of the Khan family. So why did just hearing his name infuriate Laios so much? He didn't dwell on it, even if the reason was probably obvious.

"We'll see what he's worth…" he muttered.

Trying to clear his head, he suddenly pinched the girl's nipples. She trembled in pain, but he didn't care. Her pleasure meant nothing — this was about him.

The girl to his right, noticing her friend's discomfort, placed a soft hand on Laios's chest and gently caressed him.

He loosened his grip and turned his eyes toward her.

"Look at this slut... she wants some too?"

Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside her, ripping a sharp moan from her throat.

With his other hand, he resumed caressing the first girl's breasts.

"Ah—"

"Master Laios... please..."

She was inexperienced. It wasn't a plea for more, it was the shameful cry of helplessness.

She wasn't there by choice, and she knew it.

"Sarah. Use your hands," he ordered coldly.

This might be the first time she would actually do it with him though not the first time she gave him a handjob. Sarah obeyed silently, positioning herself accordingly.

Laios lay there, one girl in his arms and Sarah at his side, gripping his hard shaft. While his fingers teased one girl's clit, Sarah began stroking him with mechanical precision.

He kissed the first girl, their tongues entwining in a deep, hungry kiss. He bit down on her lower lip with possessive dominance. Heat bloomed inside her, despite herself.

She had grown used to all of this. Even if the treatment disgusted her daily, in this moment, her thoughts were blurred. There was no room for resistance only the need to finish what had begun.

Sarah, meanwhile, performed the perfect handjob. And soon, Laios came.

"You're getting better at this, bitch," he growled.

"Sarah. Etil. Now we fuck."

***

It had been some time since I had arrived at Xerx Academy, a place that could almost be considered a city within a city.

I still vividly remember the day I arrived. Upon exiting the train station, I was greeted by two of my attendants. They had shown such foresight by anticipating my last-minute arrival by train and had hurried to meet me.

Thanks to them, everything was perfectly prepared, and I had nothing to worry about.

At Xerx, even if you're enrolled, your first day is marked by a test to officially confirm your admission in front of everyone. And today was that day.

Students who had left their hometowns and families to enroll at Xerx gathered in the grand testing hall, a multi-level room.

Every year, this test became a spectacle for the upperclassmen. From the floors above, second-year students and beyond watched their juniors with anticipation, seeking entertainment and new talents.

"Look, that's Alden KHAN, the famous one!"

I wasn't sure why they were whispering my name. Perhaps someone had recognized me and started talking, so now everyone could associate my name with my appearance.

"He comes from one of the three great families!"

"Apparently, he has a special admission."

"He's handsome, I'll admit that. It's a shame he's a legacy. According to my father, his exploits are just KHAN family propaganda."

Of course, they whispered so I couldn't hear, but honestly, I didn't mind.

Then, a man with a weary appearance entered the grand hall.

He was calm, with dark circles under his eyes, walking silently and unencumbered. As he ascended the stage, all attention turned to him.

Silence enveloped the room as he placed his equipment on the table.

His well-maintained suit contrasted with his demeanor. No wrinkles were visible.

"My name is Galahad."

"Nice to meet you, all of you who have succeeded in enrolling here at Xerx."

The moment these words left his mouth, the atmosphere relaxed. Not that everyone started talking, no. But all were now attentive to Galahad's next words.

"The test you're about to take is simply to assess your magical abilities. Don't stress; this test won't determine your future here. Over these three years with us, you'll grow enough not to worry about it."

"If you have questions, raise your hand!"

Mr. Galahad seemed to enjoy taking risks. He was about to conduct a test and still asked if students had questions. From my perspective, if all hundred of us decided to ask questions, we'd never finish.

But well, that's highly unlikely!

Finally, someone raised their hand.

"My name is Dieh, sir!"

Galahad nodded, allowing him to continue.

"I've heard that special admissions are exempt from taking the test. Do you find this process fair?"

Dieh's point was straightforward. He had worked hard to get here and didn't understand how some could be exempt from proving their admission was deserved.

"Your question has a simple answer. Each special admission undergoes a review determining their suitability for Xerx Academy. Most of these individuals possess unique abilities, or their achievements speak for themselves. They have nothing to prove."

"You'll also notice that the only special admission present is the one standing before you!"

Everyone turned to look at me.

I wasn't aware that special admissions didn't have to take the test.

Murmurs rose.

"I see that Alden Khan, despite his special admission, has chosen to take the test!" he remarked, a hint of respect in his voice.

"Hmmm."

In any case, I had come intending to take the test. My stay at the academy was merely a formality; my true objective was elsewhere.

System: Make an impression during the test!

Reward: Status Window!