Invitation

"Raphael, this is Elliot."

Raphael and Celeste stood in front of a young couple.

She had told him about them before they were introduced.

Elliot was a man with unusual white hair. It was combed back neatly, and his face was incredibly handsome.

Not only that, but he was physically impressive as well. Tall, though not quite as tall as Raphael, and well built.

Most importantly though, Elliot was an SS-Rank student. Even higher than Raphael.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Raphael." He said in an elegant tone as they shook hands.

The man looked at him in the eyes with confidence.

Unlike Damien, whose confidence seemed false, this man was the real deal.

He had power.

"Likewise," Raphael said in a friendly tone, as he looked at the woman beside him.

She, too, was absolutely stunning.

Her hair was black, and tied in a high bun atop her head. She wore glasses over her eyes which gave her an intelligent look.

Her chest was large, though not quite as large as Celeste's, yet it was still more than enough to seduce him.

The couple both wore yellow, the colours of the Crown School.

What was strange though, was the woman seemed... On edge.

She didn't introduce herself until Elliot nodded his head at her.

"Hi, I'm Beatrice. Fiancée of Elliot."

She was well-spoken, clearly from a rich and powerful bloodline, but she seemed to be uncomfortable.

Raphael reached out his hand for her to take, but the woman froze at the gesture.

Her actions were hesitant, as she looked towards her fiancée, a strange look in her eyes.

It was only for a moment, but Elliot shot her a stern look, which seemed to signal something to her.

"I mustn't," she said apologetically, as she shook her head. "A lady shouldn't shake hands with a male that isn't her partner."

Celeste's cheeks blushed.

Raphael couldn't believe what was happening.

Does she really have to ask for permission to shake hands with another guy?

Raphael opened his mouth, prepared to question the strange relationship, but Elliot cut him off.

"I'm sure Raphael here understands. All men of high status do. Our women are our private property after all."

It was at that moment that Raphael came to two conclusions.

First, he already hated Elliot. The man was a snob.

Second, Beatrice was too good for him, and Raphael wanted her for himself.

But how to go about it?

"Oh of course." He said, pretending to agree with the man's weird morals. "Laying hands on another man's woman is the worst thing someone could do."

Elliot flashed him a smile, as though the two had created a new bond.

Beatrice seemed to stiffen on the sidelines, perhaps shocked that someone agreed with her boyfriend's insecure behaviours.

Little did she know, Raphael was the complete opposite.

Shortly after their brief interaction, a teacher walked by, ordering the students to get to classes.

"Come on now, history doesn't teach itself. Make your way to class!"

Raphael turned, recognising the voice.

It was Harmony, the Queen of the Rose School, looking as beautiful as ever.

She still wore her pink shirt and tight black skirt, which revealed her beautiful figure.

The way she moved and spoke made her seem like she was more important than life itself.

Like a true queen.

The men gawked at her, watching her body as she made her way down the garden towards the Rose School.

Raphael found himself staring too. He couldn't help it.

The way her buttocks moved from side to side with each step, and the smooth skin of her thighs showing beneath her skirt.

Raphael swore to himself that one day he would sleep with her.

And perhaps all the other queens of the Five Schools.

Can I possibly climb the ranks that high?

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Raphael's first day at school went by fast.

His lesson seemed unimportant to him and mostly covered topics that he was already familiar with.

He wished he could learn more about birthrights and combat, but since it was only the first few days of the term, he would have to wait for that.

In terms of friends, Raphael was yet to make any.

His class was filled with many beautiful girls, but he hadn't gotten the opportunity to talk to anyone properly.

And by the end of the day, as he lay in his dorm room, he was completely drained.

All he wanted to do was sleep.

But his mind was distracted by thoughts of the day's earlier activities.

The way that Celeste had wrapped her tongue around his cock, and swallowed his load.

He felt himself stiffen at the thought of it.

Fuck... I wonder if she's around?

A man has his needs, after all. Damien can't handle her.

After lying there for a few moments he was distracted by a sound that came from his door.

He looked over to see a piece of paper lying on the carpet.

Hmm? What's that?

He walked over and picked up the folded note, reading its contents.

As he did, he wondered whether he was lucky or truly the most charming guy in the school.

This is what it read.

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Celeste said you could help me with something. Meet me at room 51, and don't tell anybody.

From: Beatrice.

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Elliot's fiancée.

Raphael scratched his head as he smirked to himself.

Interesting. What could Celeste have possibly told her?

He pocketed the note and prepared to head to room 51.

This girl is gonna get me in trouble.

...

Infact I probably do a pretty good job of that myself.

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