'I still can't believe I'm in that trash eroge…' he thought, his brows furrowing slightly. 'The characters are even worse than I remember.'
He exhaled, his eyes narrowing as his gaze drifted over the gleaming walls and the intricate dragon crest that adorned them.
Just then, a soft voice called out from behind him.
"Damien Cross?"
The tone was calm and feminine, yet it carried enough authority to make a few of the students nearby glance up in surprise.
Damien turned around.
Standing a short distance away was a tall woman with long, flowing silver hair that shimmered under the corridor lights.
Her deep crimson eyes were steady and sharp, framed by long lashes that softened the cold elegance of her face.
A faint smile curved her lips, gentle yet commanding.
Her body was very curvy, with two huge breasts that defied gravity hanging on her chest.
She was putting on a long, blue robe, but even that couldn't completely hide the two, huge mountain mounds.
