Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 77: Confrontation

As soon as the lecture ended, the students scrambled out of the room, buzzing excitedly about the "Sloped Aegis" and the new transfer student.

Emma immediately materialized at my side, clinging to my arm.

"You were so amazing, Sir Alex!" she giggled, pressing her soft, modest chest against my bicep. "Did you see their faces? You made them all look like fools!"

"It was just basic geometry, Emma," I chuckled, patting her head. "Listen, I need you to go to the administrative office and officially register your class schedule. We don’t want the faculty finding an excuse to penalize you on your first day."

Emma pouted, clearly reluctant to let me go. "But I want to stay with you..."

"Be a good fiancée and handle your paperwork," I ordered smoothly, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "Remember our... late-night discussion. We have a mission."

At the reminder of her secret role as my personal spy, the yandere devotion flared in her eyes. She nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Husband! I’ll get it done perfectly and report back!"

With a quick, lingering kiss to my cheek, she skipped off down the corridor.

I waited until she was out of sight before turning in the opposite direction, heading toward the secluded, unused eastern wing of the academic building. I knew I wouldn’t be walking alone for long.

Sure enough, as I passed a row of empty classrooms, a sudden wave of blistering heat washed over the corridor.

FWOOSH.

A wall of red-hot flames erupted out of thin air, blocking my path entirely. The heat was intense enough to singe the ends of my hair.

"You think you’re so smart, don’t you?"

A voice dripping with venom echoed behind me.

I turned around slowly, leaning casually against the stone wall.

Alicia Raven stood there, her hands crackling with residual fire magic. Her uniform blouse was slightly unbuttoned at the collar due to the heat she was generating, putting the heavy, pale swell of her cleavage on display. Her face was flushed, her fangs bared in a furious sneer.

"Hello, Alicia," I smirked. "Did you need a private tutoring session on geometry?"

"Shut your mouth!" she snapped, marching toward me, the flames reflecting in her crimson eyes. "Who the hell is that blonde bitch?! A fiancée?! You never mentioned a fiancée!"

"You never asked," I replied nonchalantly, crossing my arms. "Since when do you care about the personal life of the ’Trash’ of the Academy? I thought I was just a disgusting, arrogant pig?"

Alicia flinched, my own words from yesterday thrown back in her face. But her pride wouldn’t let her back down.

"I-I don’t care!" she stammered, though the furious blush spreading down her neck told a completely different story. "But she just waltzes in here, acting like she owns you, acting like she’s better than everyone else! It’s humiliating! You belong—!"

She cut herself off, snapping her mouth shut, realizing what she had almost said.

’You belong to my group.’ Or maybe, ’You belong to me.’

The classic tsundere trap.

I didn’t let her recover. I dropped my lazy facade. My [Agility: 8] flared.

In a fraction of a second, I closed the distance between us. I didn’t use a spell. I simply stepped inside her guard, grabbed her by the waist, and forcefully spun us around, slamming her back against the heavy wooden door of an empty classroom.

THUD.

"Ah!" Alicia gasped, her fire magic fizzling out instantly from the sudden, aggressive physical contact.

I stepped into her space, my thigh pressing firmly between her legs, pinning her against the wood. My hands gripped her narrow waist, my thumbs brushing the incredibly tight fabric of her uniform skirt.

The sudden shift in dominance short-circuited her brain.

"What... what are you doing?!" she whispered, her hands coming up to push against my chest, though there was absolutely no strength behind the gesture.

"You’re making a lot of noise for someone who claims they don’t care, Alicia," I murmured, leaning down so my face was inches from hers. The scent of her expensive perfume and the faint, musky scent of her heated sweat filled my senses.

"I’m not—!"

"Are you mad because I have a beautiful, devoted fiancée?" I interrupted, my voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr that made her shiver. "Or are you just mad because it isn’t you?"

"Y-You’re insane!" she hissed, though her crimson eyes were wide and dilated, completely trapped in my gaze. "I would never want to be tied to a pervert like you!"

"Really?"

I slid my right hand from her waist, trailing my fingers slowly up her ribcage. I felt her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. I didn’t stop until my palm came to rest against the side of her heavy, heaving breast.

Alicia let out a sharp, breathy squeak, her back arching instinctively against the door.

"Then why is your heart beating so fast?" I whispered, my thumb lightly brushing the outer curve of her breast through her uniform. "Why do you follow me? Why do you get so furious when you see another woman touching me?"

"Because... because..." she babbled, her usually sharp tongue completely failing her. The heat radiating from her body had nothing to do with her fire magic anymore; she was burning up with pure, repressed arousal.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear.

"You’re jealous," I stated, treating it as an immutable fact. "The proud, untouchable Lady Raven is jealous of a transfer student. You want my attention. You want me to look at you the way I looked at her."

"Shut up..." she whimpered, turning her head away, though she didn’t make a single move to escape my grip. In fact, her thighs unconsciously squeezed together around my leg.

"If you want something, Alicia," I teased, my hand gently kneading her soft flesh, drawing a stuttering moan from her lips, "you shouldn’t throw fireballs. You should just ask nicely. Like a good girl."

[System Notification: Psychological Warfare Successful.]

[Target: Alicia Raven. Status: Extreme Jealousy / High Arousal.] [Lust Points: +50]

I stepped back abruptly, breaking the contact.

Alicia stumbled slightly, deprived of my body weight. She leaned against the door, panting heavily, her face completely flushed, staring at me with a chaotic mix of deep shame, anger, and undeniable hunger.

"Class is over, Alicia," I said, adjusting my silver tie with a cool, detached smile. "Try not to burn down the hallway on your way out."

I turned and walked away, leaving the furious, highly aroused Villainess to deal with the messy reality of her own completely shattered pride.

****

The grand courtyard of Merchen Academy was divided by an invisible, yet universally understood, line of segregation.

To the east were the manicured lawns and marble pavilions favored by the Magic Department. To the west, the dirt sparring rings and heavy weapon racks of the Knight Department.

The animosity between the two factions wasn’t just friendly school rivalry; it was a deep-seated, ideological hatred deeply ingrained in the Empire’s military doctrine.

The Mages viewed the Knights as uncultured, inelegant brutes—meat shields whose only purpose was to swing heavy pieces of iron and die in the mud while the "real" nobles orchestrated the battlefield from afar.

The Knights, in turn, viewed the Mages as arrogant, physically frail cowards. Twigs wrapped in silk robes who hid behind the front lines.

And statistically speaking, the Knights had a point regarding one undeniable fact: Close-Quarters Combat.

In Academy duels, it was an established law of physics. If a Knight managed to close the distance to within ten meters, the Mage was already dead. The average casting time for a Tier 2 defensive spell was 1.5 seconds. A trained Knight could cross ten meters and sever a Mage’s head from their shoulders in 0.8 seconds. Mages were routinely sent flying, their ribs shattered, before the first syllable of their incantation even left their lips.

As Emma and I walked out of the Magic building toward the central cafeteria, we had to cross the neutral zone of the courtyard.

Emma was humming happily, her arm looped tightly through mine, entirely oblivious—or entirely indifferent—to the heavy stares we were drawing.

"Well, well, well. If it isn’t the disgraced swordsman."

The booming, mockingly loud voice echoed across the courtyard, instantly silencing the surrounding chatter.

A group of hulking students wearing the black and crimson tabards of the Knight Department stepped into our path, effectively blocking the walkway to the cafeteria.

At their center stood a massive, broad-shouldered second-year student. He stood at least six-foot-four, his arms corded with thick muscle, a massive two-handed greatsword resting casually on his shoulder. He had a jagged scar running through his left eyebrow and a sneer that practically screamed ’arrogant meathead’.

[System Scan Complete.]

[Target: Kaelen Thorne. 2nd Year Knight Department. Rank: C+]

[Attributes: High Strength, High Endurance. Low Intelligence.]

"Kaelen," I said smoothly, not breaking my stride until we were standing barely three meters apart. I kept my posture relaxed. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"So rumours were true, Edelhart," Kaelen scoffed, looking me up and down with blatant disgust. "The ’Shame of the Vanguard’ finally officially dropped his sword and picked up a wand. Switched to the Magic Department to hide in the back with the rest of the frail little cowards."

The Knights behind him chuckled darkly. On the periphery, several Magic students stopped to watch, their faces pale. None of them stepped forward to help. In a physical confrontation, Mages were conditioned to back away.