Chapter 7: The Pervert, The Knight, and the Aftermath

Rosaline stood before Sylvie with a look that could have made even the bravest warriors hesitate. Sylvie, however, was not the bravest warrior. She was a pervert with a death wish, especially when faced with the god-tier softness of the two girls she had just been caught violating. Rosaline's amber eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, her posture rigid as though she were preparing for battle. Sylvie swallowed, shifting in her seat, still acutely aware of the lingering warmth from Celestia's chest on one side and the smirking presence of Iris on the other.

"I should report you," Rosaline said, her voice devoid of amusement.

Sylvie opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, Iris leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, her crimson eyes practically glowing with mischief. "Oh, come now, Rosaline. You act as if she's some kind of criminal. Shouldn't we forgive her? She's clearly struggling with herself."

Celestia nodded, her serene smile never faltering. "I don't mind. It wasn't unpleasant."

Sylvie nearly ascended to heaven.

Rosaline's eye twitched. "That's not the point."

Sylvie finally found her voice, sitting up straighter as she tried to muster the dignity she absolutely did not have. "Rosaline, I swear on my honor as a swordswoman—"

"You have no honor."

Sylvie gasped in mock offense. "That was uncalled for!"

Rosaline exhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You're impossible."

Celestia let out a soft laugh, standing from the couch with grace that made Sylvie's eyes instinctively follow the movement of her body. "I do think Sylvaine is trying her best. Perhaps she simply needs more discipline?"

Sylvie's brain lagged at the implications of that sentence.

Iris smirked. "Oh? What a delightful idea. Shall we take turns?"

Rosaline's glare intensified. "Enough." She turned back to Sylvie and jabbed a finger toward her chest, her touch firm but thankfully not one meant to skewer her. "I'll be watching you. Don't do anything that'll get you expelled."

Sylvie sighed, shoulders slumping. "Alright, alright. I'll be on my best behavior."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

With a final shake of her head, Rosaline turned and exited the common area, leaving Sylvie alone with two of the deadliest temptations known to mankind. She exhaled in relief and turned back to Celestia and Iris, only to realize they were both still staring at her with amusement.

Iris was the first to speak. "You should be grateful. If Rosaline wasn't here, I think Celestia and I would have had too much fun teasing you."

Sylvie groaned. "I think I've suffered enough."

Celestia's smile was gentle, but there was something unreadable in her gaze. "You are… quite different from what I expected."

Sylvie blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Celestia tilted her head. "I have met many swordswomen, but you're the first who has such a unique combination of talent and lack of restraint. It's… refreshing."

Iris chuckled. "She means you're a rare breed, darling. A perverted genius."

Sylvie wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult, but before she could question it, the door to the common area swung open again. This time, it wasn't Rosaline. Instead, a maid entered, her uniform pristine, her posture perfect as she bowed slightly.

"Lady Celestia, Lady Iris, Lady Sylvaine," the maid greeted, her tone polite but firm. "The academy staff has requested all S-Class students attend a formal orientation in the grand hall shortly."

Sylvie internally groaned. More formal events meant more opportunities to accidentally grope someone. She wasn't sure how much of her own self-control she could trust at this point.

Celestia nodded. "Understood. We'll prepare shortly."

The maid bowed again and exited. Iris stretched her arms above her head, making a satisfied noise. "Well then, shall we go together?"

Sylvie sighed, standing up. "Yeah, yeah. Just… give me a second to mentally prepare myself."

Iris smirked. "For the orientation?"

Sylvie shook her head. "For surviving you two."

Celestia giggled, and Iris let out an amused hum. As Sylvie followed them out of the common area and toward their rooms to prepare, she could only hope that she wouldn't do something so insane that even Rosaline couldn't cover for her this time. But knowing herself, she was almost certain that was wishful thinking