Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 66: Lena Brook

I reached out, trailing a single finger down the lapel of her uniform jacket, dangerously close to the swell of her breast.

"You know, Alicia," I whispered, leaning in so she could feel my breath on her neck. "If you want me to press you against a wall in the dark, you just have to say ’please’. Though, honestly, with how tight that skirt is, a desk might be more convenient."

Alicia’s face erupted in a volcanic blush. Her mana flared instinctively, the air around us instantly growing hot.

"I will incinerate your mouth!" she hissed, slapping my hand away. She bent down, snatched her tablet off the floor with a jerky, angry motion, and pointed a glowing, red-hot finger at my chest.

"You are a disgusting, arrogant, perverse... pig!" she sputtered, trying to maintain her haughty glare despite the blush burning all the way down to her collarbone. "And your ’compression theory’ is flawed anyway! I’ll figure it out myself!"

"Sir Alex isn’t a pig!" Emma chimed in cheerfully from behind me, entirely unaffected by Alicia’s murderous aura. "He’s a genius! And he smells very nice!"

Alicia looked at Emma like she was looking at a talking slime monster.

"You two deserve each other," Alicia sneered, turning on her heel. Her silver twin-tails whipped through the air. "Don’t talk to me in Alchemy tomorrow, Alex. Sit with your ’aide’."

She stomped down the hallway, her heels clicking angrily against the stone.

I watched her go, admiring the sway of her hips.

[System Notification: Alicia Raven - Interest Level: 70/100 (Jealousy/Spite).]

"Wow," Emma blinked, watching the Villainess disappear around the corner. "She seems very energetic! Does she always yell at you like that, Sir Alex?"

"Only when she’s aroused, Emma," I replied casually, turning back to the angelic transfer student. "Now. Let’s go find a private room. You have a lot of explaining to do."

"A private room?!" Emma’s face instantly flushed a brilliant shade of crimson, her golden eyes widening. Her hands flew to her cheeks. "Oh my! So soon? I mean, I’m mentally prepared, of course, but—!"

Suddenly, the grand clock in the central courtyard chimed, echoing heavily through the stone corridors.

Emma gasped, her ahoge standing straight up in alarm.

"Oh no! The time! Sir Alex, I’m so, so sorry!" she squeaked, grabbing her skirts and bowing frantically. "I can’t go to a private room right now! I haven’t even registered my mana signature yet, and I have to report to Professor Cassandra for my homeroom assignment!"

"Emma, wait. The demon rumor—"

"I promise I’ll explain everything!" she interrupted, already taking a few steps backward down the hall. "I’ll just come to your dorm room tonight! I’ll sneak in after curfew!"

I blinked. "You know where my dorm is?"

"Of course! Make sure your door is unlocked, Sir Alex! See you in bed!"

With that absolutely insane parting statement, she spun around and sprinted down the hallway with surprising speed, her blonde hair bouncing behind her until she disappeared around the corner.

I stood alone in the corridor, utterly bewildered.

’What the actual fuck?’

What did she even mean by that last sentence? See you in bed? I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to sift through the fragmented, foggy memories of the original Alex Edelhart. I dug deep, looking for any trace of a fiercely loyal, incredibly busty blonde girl named Emma with golden eyes.

Nothing. Not a single damn thing.

"Is she a DLC character?" I muttered to myself. "A secret route I never unlocked? Or did the original Alex just have localized amnesia?"

Whatever the case, my headache was returning. Between the Eclipse Cult planting Demon’s Nails, the impending Midterms, Alicia’s tsundere tantrums, and now an angelic stalker who was casually offering to sneak into my bed... my plate was overflowing.

I needed to clear my mind.

I checked my pocket watch. It was getting late, and the sun had completely set. Instead of going back to the dorm to wait for my mysterious midnight visitor, I decided to head to the physical training grounds.

Unlike the magical combat cubes, the physical track and field area was outdoors, surrounded by tall hedges. Magic casters hated physical exertion, so I expected the place to be completely vacant at this hour.

I walked onto the dark, dirt track, rolling my shoulders. The cool night air was refreshing.

Step. Step. Step. Huff.

I paused.

Someone was running on the track. Fast. The rhythmic thud of heavy footsteps and deep, controlled breathing echoed in the quiet night.

I stepped into the shadows of the bleachers and watched as the runner rounded the corner and came into the moonlight.

It was Lena Brook.

Ren Montclair’s "childhood friend" and secret Royal Knight.

My breath hitched slightly in my throat.

Lena was not built like the delicate mage girls in the Academy. She was a warrior, and right now, she looked like an absolute goddess of war.

Her rich, tanned skin was completely slick with sweat, glowing under the silver moonlight. Her dark hair was tied back in a high, aggressive ponytail that whipped side to side with every powerful stride.

She was wearing practically nothing. Just a tight, black sports bra that struggled to contain her firm, heavy breasts. They bounced heavily with every step, the thin fabric plastered to her skin, clearly outlining the hardened peaks of her nipples reacting to the cool night breeze.

But it was her lower half that made my mouth go dry. She wore a pair of black spandex shorts that were so ridiculously tight they looked painted on. As she ran, the fabric had ridden up dangerously high, entirely disappearing between the deep, muscular cleavage of her ass cheeks, putting her perfectly toned, round bottom on full, shameless display.

Her stomach was a washboard of defined, glistening abs, flexing and twisting with athletic perfection.

Huff. Huff.

She ran right past my hiding spot on the bleachers. As she passed, a wave of her scent washed over me. It wasn’t perfume or magical lavender. It was the raw, musky, intoxicating scent of female sweat and pure pheromones.

Twitch.

My dick, which had barely recovered from my encounter with Cassandra and Lily, instantly went rock hard, pressing painfully against my trousers.

’Holy hell,’ I thought, my eyes glued to her bouncing ass as she ran down the straightaway. ’The Protagonist gets to travel with this every day? No wonder he’s always talking about justice. He’s trying to distract himself.’

I stepped out of the shadows, making no effort to hide my presence. I simply stood by the edge of the track, crossing my arms, and shamelessly enjoyed the view as she completed another lap.

As she rounded the bend again, her sharp eyes caught my silhouette.

She didn’t startle. She didn’t squeak.

Lena aggressively slowed her pace, her boots grinding into the dirt. She came to a halt about ten feet away from me, her chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down her cleavage and pooling in the tight band of her sports bra.

She put her hands on her narrow waist, her toned thighs flexing, and glared at me with pure, dominant hostility.

"Take a picture, Edelhart," she spat, her voice husky and breathless. "Or are your eyes permanently glued to my ass?"

"I’d need a wide-angle lens for that," I replied casually, offering a slow, appreciative smirk. "But yes, I was staring. It’s hard not to admire the Academy’s... premium facilities."

Lena’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Unlike Alicia, who would blush and yell, Lena looked like she was calculating exactly how many bones she would need to break to hide my body in the hedges. Her personality was dominant, aggressive, and entirely fiercely loyal to Ren.

"You’re disgusting," she sneered, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Ren told me about what you pulled in the forest. You think you’re some kind of mastermind, don’t you? Using the other nobles as bait while you swoop in for the glory."

"Ren talks about me?" I put a hand over my heart in mock flattery. "I’m touched. Does he talk about how I saved his precious classmates while he was busy tripping into girls’ cleavage during the mock battles?"

Lena took a threatening step forward. Her aura was sharp, like a drawn blade.

"Watch your mouth, trash," she growled, her chest thrust forward aggressively. "Ren is ten times the man you are. You’re just a defective nobleman playing dirty tricks."

"Dirty tricks keep you alive," I countered smoothly, letting my eyes drop blatantly to her sweat-drenched abs, then lower to the V-line disappearing into her shorts. "But speaking of dirty... shouldn’t you take a shower, Lena? You’re dripping all over the track. Though, I have to admit, the sweaty look suits you. It makes you look like a wild animal."

"And you look like a corpse waiting to happen," she shot back, though she unconsciously shifted her weight under my heavy gaze. "If this wasn’t Academy grounds, I’d beat that arrogant smirk off your face right now."

"Promises, promises," I chuckled, taking a slow step toward her. The moonlight caught the fierce, untamed look in her eyes. I loved a woman who could bite back.

"You’re like a loyal guard dog, Lena. Always barking to protect your master. Tell me... does Ren ever actually appreciate you? Or does he just keep you around to carry his bags and look pretty in those shorts?"

That struck a nerve. The Protagonist was notoriously dense, often treating his devoted childhood friend as ’one of the guys’ while she secretly pined for him.

Lena’s jaw clenched. Her hands balled into fists.

"Shut up," she hissed, her voice dropping an octave. "You don’t know anything about us."

"I know that if you were my knight," I whispered, stopping just two feet away from her, "I wouldn’t make you run track alone at night. I’d make sure you got a proper... workout... indoors."