Beast Nightmare Sexx-Chapter 9: The Dance Before the Nightmare
A knock on the door echoed like a trapped, muffled thunder in my racing chest. My heart was still hammering uncontrollably from the recent Awakening as I lay panting and sweaty on the cold mana-stone floor of the dormitory, my naked body pressed against that of the destroyed blonde servant. She — named Rina Vancort, her silver badge now visible on the torn uniform thrown in the corner — whimpered softly and pleadingly beside me, legs spread and trembling uncontrollably, thick semen slowly dripping hot down her voluminous, fleshy thighs. Her surprisingly vivid blue eyes were now glazed and lost, fixed on me with a new, raw, and addicted hunger that the naughty system mercilessly planted in all its victims.
"M-more... sir, please... don’t stop now... it hurts so much but it feels too good... I need to feel it again..."
Her hoarse and broken voice begged shamelessly, her soft, trembling hand touching my sweaty, marked leg, her curvy body slowly dragging itself closer even though it was completely destroyed by the animal frenzy from minutes ago. The interface blinked satisfied and cruel in my peripheral vision: [Temporary partner addiction successfully confirmed. Permanent multipliers unlocked if repeated acts within 24 hours: +100% points on all sexual acts with her. Daily consumption reduced by 20% while the partner is nearby. (She is yours now, Master. Use her as you wish.)]
Points jumped and stabilized at a safe 8,120 for the days ahead, extended time giving precious breathing room, but the knock turned into a strong, impatient bang — a deep male voice from the corridor, definitely Daniel or Raymond returning early from the courtyard.
"Shade? You really in there? I heard some fucking weird noise, muffled screaming, slapping... is everything okay or did you start a fight?"
Absolute fuck, real danger crashing down sudden and merciless like an avalanche — unpredictable, crushing, deadly for any reputation or future in the academy. Male students curiously gathering in the corridor now, whispers starting, female instructors routinely patrolling the male dormitories to "maintain order." Discovery of "sexual assault" on a contracted plebeian servant would mean immediate expulsion with no appeal, public humiliating judgment in the central hall, the Bartfort family notified and sinking even deeper into poor peripheral mud, the name turning into an eternal joke in the matriarchal kingdom.
Reason returning fast and sharp after the poison, new adrenaline mixing with the lingering hot remnants of primal desire still pulsing in my veins like low fire. I jumped to my feet in an instant, my naked sweaty body shining under the faint light of the mana lamps, grabbing her torn clothes from the floor and throwing them quickly onto her trembling lap.
"Shut your mouth right now. Put this shit on fast. Pretend you only came to clean vomit or dust. Smile innocently if anyone asks."
She obeyed shakily and automatically, too addicted by the system to question or resist, dressing in the torn gray uniform as best she could — the button-up blouse barely covering her marked, full breasts, the tight shorts hiding the dripping semen —, her blue eyes still begging for more touch anyway, a strong blush on her tanned cheeks. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
I quickly put on my crumpled and sweaty uniform, my cock still semi-hard and throbbing painfully, cleaning the semen and fluids from the hard floor with the dirty sheet thrown in the corner, heart in my throat.
Another hard bang on the door, Daniel’s voice louder now.
"Opening with the master key if you don’t answer now, man! I heard a woman screaming!"
Tense silence from outside for eternal seconds, footsteps of more students approaching in the corridor. Rina Vancort leaning against the opposite wall, weak legs barely supporting her weight, but quiet as ordered.
I took a deep breath, my voice coming out with fake calm and conviction.
"I’m fucking fine! Strong stomachache from lunch, I puked everything on the floor. The servant came to clean the shit as routine. Get the fuck out of here, Daniel, don’t bother me!"
Heavy silence again, hesitant footsteps in the corridor, low whispers — "I heard weird moans" —, but Raymond’s voice convincing them.
"Leave the guy alone, he’s sick. There’s a party tomorrow, don’t disturb him."
Footsteps finally moving away slowly, the door of the neighboring room slamming. A bitter, sweaty relief flooded my body — we had escaped by the skin of our teeth, the social avalanche diverted at the very last second.
Rina Vancort approached limping slowly, kissing my sweaty, marked neck with trembling lips.
"I’ll come back at night hidden... sir. I need more... use me again."
I nodded quickly, my mind racing as it processed the high risk but vital reward — a new secret partner inside the academy, risky nighttime encounters but constant points without depending only on the distant Lila. Multipliers literally saving time of life.
Night fell heavy and oppressive over the campus. A subtle teasing sleep from the Second Nightmare was growing — the cold mechanical voice whispering in the dark of my mind, but it hadn’t fully taken hold yet. Aria reported invisibly beside the bed: [Airship 45% complete now. Worker robots accelerating production with absorbed loot. Needs more alternative energy... sexual method recommended for efficient boost.]
I laughed low and cynical in the dark. Everything revolved around fucking to survive, to build, to rise.
The day of the tea party dawned clear, cruel, and merciless. The entire campus was decorated with colorful mana banners fluttering in the constant wind of the islands, elegant floating tables in the suspended gardens full of exotic imported sweets, rare teas boiling in enchanted teapots, a sweet and floral aroma mixed with the expensive perfume of the noblewomen. Female students paraded in elegant dresses that highlighted their perfect curves — deep cleavages, flowing skirts, mana glowing in auras —, men in rigid and dull uniforms following like useful shadows with heavy trays or dancing when ordered with no choice.
We peripheral mobs grouped nervously and humiliated in the corners — me, Daniel, Raymond, and a few others like us —, minimal and desperate invitations sent to scholarship students or daughters of mediocre baronets the night before. Mine was for Olivia — the almost-victim virgin from the courtyard yesterday. She had accepted politely via mana message, her eyes curious but distant during the quick meeting to confirm.
The party began as oppressive and hierarchical as expected: central heiresses in the inner shining circle, Prince Julian and the four main capture targets with radiant mana auras laughing loudly, the protagonist (rumors about her already circulating strongly across campus as "the talented commoner rising fast") in their group smiling charmingly. The rival villainess — Marie Fou Lafan, the arrogant blonde from a powerful duchy — made her debut loudly and publicly mocking a nearby scholarship student.
"Know your place, you dirty commoner! Men like these mobs are only here to serve tea, not to dance with true noblewomen."
A classic echo of the script I knew, cruel laughter echoing through the suspended garden.
My mandatory dance with Olivia was tense and charged — her body too close on the floating hall, the soft floral scent of her cheap perfume, her discreet curves subtly brushing against my chest with every turn, my hands trembling on her slim hips. The interface blinked wildly and insistently: [Elevated Dance Task: Disguised intimate touch — 300 points. Penetration in the dark gardens afterward: 1000+ bonus. (Ravage her behind the trees, Master. No one cares about a mob fucking a scholarship student.)]
Heat rising strongly again in my veins, the residual desire from yesterday’s poison throbbing, my cock hardening discreetly against her skirt, her breathing subtly accelerating against my neck.
She blushed hard, whispering low during a spin.
"You... dance surprisingly well for someone peripheral. And you’re an Awakened, right? Rumors are spreading."
But the villainess Marie’s eyes suddenly fixed on us from the center — a predatory and venomous smile forming, her loud voice cutting through the mana music.
"Look at that audacity! A poor Awakened mob dancing with a scholarship student. Pathetic background duo. They should be serving tea on their knees, not polluting the dance floor!"
Public humiliation crashing down heavy like an avalanche — loud laughter echoing through the entire garden, mocking glances from the heiresses, Prince Julian raising an amused eyebrow, the protagonist covering an polite smile. Reputation sinking even deeper, Daniel and Raymond looking at me with pity from the corner.
I smiled cynically inside, my hand subtly tightening on Olivia’s hip — with Aria secretly building the airship, addicted partners yielding constant points, meta knowledge of the entire script...
This cruel matriarchal world doesn’t break me easily. I devour it slowly, from the shadows.
But at night after the party, heavy sleep hit hard and inevitable — the cold mechanical voice echoing clearly in the dark mind: [Awakened Aspirant. The Second Nightmare is approaching... Prepare yourself.]
The Beast purred hungry and satisfied in the depths. The tea party was only the hot beginning.
Independence flying close. Absolute sexual survival.
