Asmodeus System: Stealing My Bully's Mother

​The deafening roars shaking the Main Coliseum gradually subsided, replaced by awe-struck murmurs as Head Instructor Vane stepped into the center of the arena.

​In his hand, a gold-plated crystal trophy pulsed with a faint blue mana. It gleamed arrogantly under the late afternoon sun.

​It was the Grand Champion’s Trophy of the Magic Evaluation. The absolute symbol of the highest hierarchy in the entire academy.

​Instructor Vane stopped right in front of Ethan Valen. The Gold Knight, a veteran who had survived dozens of battlefields, suddenly found himself holding his breath.

​As his eyes met the young man’s crimson irises, he sensed something ancient and profoundly dangerous lurking behind that calm gaze. Something that made his knightly instincts scream at him to back away.

​"On behalf of Headmaster Cornelius and the Academy Council..."

​Vane’s voice echoed through the magical amplifiers. His hands trembled slightly as he presented the trophy. "I bestow this year’s Grand Champion title to Ethan Valen. With this, all First-Class VIP Privileges are officially yours."

​Ethan accepted the trophy with a single hand. As if the sacred artifact were nothing more than a cheap glass toy.

​"Thank you, Instructor," Ethan replied curtly.

​He raised the trophy high into the air.

​Thousands of spectators erupted into cheers once again. Several nobles who had degraded Ethan just yesterday were now clapping with deathly pale faces. They realized the academy’s caste system had just been flipped on its head in a single afternoon.

​At the edge of the arena, Kaelia von Ashford was being escorted out by two medics. The undefeated Fire Queen now looked like a hollow shell.

​Her normally blazing, arrogant eyes were clouded. Her steps were unsteady. Her breathing remained ragged and erratic.

​Just before disappearing into the tunnel, Kaelia glanced back over her shoulder. She stared at Ethan’s silhouette on the stage.

​The intoxicating scent of the Lust Domain seemed permanently etched into her lungs. It burned her sanity, making her chest flutter with a confusing mix of deep humiliation and an alien arousal she absolutely could not extinguish.

​That night.

​Zenithar Academy’s Main Hall was bathed in lantern light. Grand classical music drifted through the air, accompanying the nobles and officials celebrating the tournament’s closing with a lavish ball.

​But the main star of the evening was nowhere to be found.

​Ethan Valen chose to ignore the swarm of ants currently swallowing their own pride. His boots strode across the thick red carpet on the top floor of the Main Tower.

​A restricted area accessible only to the Headmaster and his Vice Principal.

​Now, with the VIP Grand Champion badge pinned to his chest, the magical guards lining the corridor opened the way without a word of protest.

​Ethan stopped before a pair of mahogany doors carved with roses. The office and private residence of the Vice Principal.

​Without knocking, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

​Click. The door locked from the inside.

​The room was dimly lit. Only the magical fireplace in the corner flickered faintly, casting golden-orange shadows across the walls.

​In the center of the room, on a thick beast-fur rug, the ruler of the academy was waiting for him.

​Isolde von Rosenberg was on her knees.

​The ice Archmage was no longer wearing her majestic formal gown. She was draped only in a nightgown of impossibly sheer, translucent white silk. The fabric clung to her perfectly mature curves.

​Her platinum hair cascaded loosely, partially obscuring her face. Her breathing was heavy. Her body occasionally shuddered violently, enduring the lingering stimulation of the Incubus Mark from the afternoon’s matches.

​At the sound of Ethan’s footsteps, Isolde slowly looked up.

​Her icy blue eyes, wet with tears, gazed at Ethan with absolute submission. A submission born from the total annihilation of her pride and the desperate need to save Kurt’s life.

​"You came, My Master..." Isolde whispered hoarsely.

​Ethan walked closer. He tossed his VIP coat onto the sofa and stopped right in front of her.

​He looked the mature woman up and down. The Vice Principal who made every student and teacher tremble in fear was now prostrating at his feet like a pet awaiting its master’s command.

​"You kept your promise, Isolde. A voluntary surrender," Ethan said, his baritone voice rumbling low.

​"It is all yours. My body, my magic, my pride," Isolde sobbed softly. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the toe of Ethan’s boot in utter subservience. "As long as... as long as you let my son live in his ignorance... I will do anything."

​At that exact second, a blood-red holographic interface exploded across Ethan’s retinas.

​[SYSTEM ALERT: TARGET’S MENTAL SUBJUGATION CONDITION (100%) MET]

[Initiating Asmodeus Final Phase: Ritual of Subjugation (Dual Cultivation)]

[Explanation:] Absolute physical union is required to seal the permanent contract. Through this union, the Host’s Sin Mana will incinerate and infiltrate the Target’s entire mana circuit. The Host will permanently acquire the blueprint of the Eternal Ice Element (Archmage-Tier) without the need for an artifact catalyst.

[Does the Host wish to initiate the Ritual of Subjugation?]

​Ethan flashed a faint smirk.

​He slowly slipped the Ice Rose Ring off his finger and tossed it to the floor.

​Clink... The sharp chime of the heirloom ring made Isolde’s shoulders flinch, but the woman didn’t dare utter a single word of protest.

​"Stand up, Isolde," Ethan commanded absolutely.

​With knees still trembling, Isolde rose to her feet. The thin white silk clung tightly to her sweat-sheened skin.

​Ethan stepped forward. He grabbed the Duchess by the waist with one hand and jerked her mature body flush against his chest.

​Gasp!

​Isolde jolted violently. Her breath caught as she felt the scorching heat of his Sin Mana radiating from his palm, piercing straight through the silk fabric.

​Wasting no time, Ethan tilted his head down and captured Isolde’s lips.

​It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was an absolute invasion. Ethan devoured the Archmage’s lips, forcing her mouth open before his tongue swept in, carrying a pure surge of Sin Mana.

​"Mmph...!"

​Isolde’s eyes blew wide. A muffled moan broke into the kiss. Her heart hammered like crazy.

​The final wall of ice in her heart crumbled. She kissed him back with desperate fervor. Her arms wrapped tightly around Ethan’s neck, her fingers clutching his collar as if she would die if he let go.

​While continuing to dominate his servant’s lips, Ethan scooped Isolde up with effortless ease. He carried her toward the king-sized bed hidden behind silk canopies.

​He dropped the Duchess onto the plush mattress and pinned her down without mercy.

​Isolde’s white silk gown was torn open with a single, rough pull, exposing snow-white skin now flushed crimson with agonizing lust.

​"Ah... My Master... Ethan..." Isolde moaned. She threw her head back, exposing her slender neck to a shower of possessive kisses and bites.

​Every time Ethan’s lips or hands touched her skin, Sin Mana seeped into Isolde’s pores, hunting for the Archmage’s main mana circuit.

​On her left breast, the black rose Incubus Mark flared as bright as hot coals, pulsing wildly in sync with her heartbeat.

​"Time to seal our contract permanently, Madam Vice Principal," Ethan whispered into her ear. His voice was husky, intoxicating, and laced with absolute threat.

​Isolde didn’t answer. She only gave a submissive nod. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes—not out of sorrow, but because the boundaries of her sanity had completely melted away under the magical stimulation hijacking her brain.

​With one lethal motion, Ethan joined himself with the Archmage.

​"NGAAAAH!!!"

​A piercing scream, muffled by the pillows, tore from Isolde’s lips. Her body arched rigidly like a drawn bow. Her slender fingers clawed at the bedsheets, ripping them into tatters.

​This wasn’t merely a physical union. The moment it happened, Ethan’s Rank C Sin Mana detonated. It flooded Isolde’s mana circuit like black magma brutally invading a frozen river.

​Simultaneously, Isolde’s pure Archmage-tier Ice Mana was forcibly siphoned. It surged through their point of union, entering Ethan’s body and permanently rewriting the young man’s Mana Circuit structure.

​"M-My Master... it’s so hot... my mana... ahh...!" Isolde babbled incoherently, her eyes rolling back.

​The sensation of Sin Mana ravaging her internal magical pathways delivered a cosmic euphoria completely impossible for human rationality to withstand.

​Ethan moved with a savage, unrelenting rhythm. Every thrust was a phantom nail, pinning Isolde’s soul to his throne.

​Across the Duchess’s bare back, a dark glow spread from her left chest. It crept rapidly like roots, forming a sprawling black rose vine tattoo that covered her flawless back. An absolute mark that this woman’s body and magic were sealed to him for eternity.

​The magical and physical union burned through the hours. It turned the majestic office into a silent witness to the total annihilation of a Duchess’s dignity, now smelted into eternal obedience.

​As dawn approached, the room finally settled into silence.

​Only the steady breathing of Isolde, sound asleep in Ethan’s embrace, could be heard. The woman’s face looked incredibly peaceful. Wiped clean of all the burdens and arrogance she had carried alone for so long.

​The black rose root tattoo on her back pulsed faintly on occasion, reaffirming that she now lived solely to serve one Master.

​Ethan sat leaning against the headboard. His fingers gently stroked Isolde’s platinum hair. His own body was drenched in cold sweat, but a massive new power had just awakened in his veins.

​[RITUAL OF SUBJUGATION COMPLETE]

[Mana Circuit Integration Successful (100%)]

[Eternal Ice Element (Archmage-Tier Blueprint) Permanently Acquired!]

​System Note: The Host can now manipulate Ice Mana without an artifact. However, since the Host’s current Mana Capacity is at Rank C (Master), forcing a magic output equivalent to Rank A (Archmage) will cause severe damage to the Target’s (Isolde’s) mana circuit, as your souls are now tethered. Use wisely.

​Ethan smirked in the dim light of dawn. He raised his left hand.

​Without chanting a spell. Without the aid of a ring. The air around his palm froze in an instant, forming a pure ice rose that was impossibly lethal.

​"Perfect," Ethan murmured. He crushed the ice rose, letting the snow-like shards rain down over Isolde’s body.

​The power of the Northern Duchess was now officially and entirely his.

​At the same time, dozens of kilometers away from the Main Tower, inside the Student Council Exclusive Dormitory.

​Kaelia von Ashford hadn’t been able to close her eyes all night.

​She curled up on her luxurious mattress. Her blankets were kicked to the floor. Her body was slick with sweat.

​The girl panted heavily, her hand constantly clutching her left chest where her heart beat agonizingly fast. Every time she closed her eyelids, Ethan Valen’s face, staring at her with that crimson glow, came back to haunt her. The sweet, intoxicating aroma felt permanently glued to the tip of her nose.

​It’s so hot... why is my body so hot... Kaelia thought. She bit her pillow with an overwhelming sense of frustration and humiliation. What kind of magic did he plant in me? Why can’t I hate him? Why am I instead thinking about... his touch?

​Tap. Tap. Tap.

​A loud knock on the windowpane shattered the dawn’s silence.

​Kaelia jumped in surprise. She forced herself up, smoothed down her wrinkled nightgown, and walked to the window.

​Perched outside was a magical owl with crimson-gold feathers. The crest of a special messenger from the main Ashford estate.

​Kaelia unlatched the window. The owl hopped in, dropping a parchment scroll sealed with eagle-wing wax before flying back out into the morning mist.

​With trembling hands, Kaelia broke the wax seal. Her eyes scanned the brief message written inside.

​Instantly, her golden pupils dilated. The letter was from her father, the Duke von Ashford.

​"Your defeat at the Annual Tournament has stained our family name. However, there is something far more pressing than your ego. Our family’s intelligence reports that the ice magic used by the boy named Ethan Valen possessed a mana fluctuation identical to Isolde von Rosenberg’s. Something foul is brewing inside Zenithar Academy. Find out who Ethan Valen truly is, and what his secret connection with the Vice Principal entails. Use whatever means necessary. Do not disappoint me again."

​Kaelia crumpled the parchment until it was crushed in her hand. Her breathing turned ragged once more.

​Her father had issued a direct order. This was no longer just an academy student competition. It had crossed into the realm of a bloody intelligence war between Duke factions.

​The red-haired girl looked up, staring intently at the silhouette of the academy’s Main Tower looming in the distance.

​A small spark of fire ignited at her fingertips. Though this time... the flame felt slightly different. Its color had darkened, tainted by the shadows of the pheromones that had poisoned her sanity.