Asmodeus System: Stealing My Bully's Mother

​Dawn had just broken, casting golden rays that reflected brilliantly off the thick snow blanketing Zenithar Academy.

​Inside his training room in the Main Tower, Ethan Valen stood shirtless.

​The morning light highlighted his chiseled physique. Beneath his pale skin, fine veins occasionally pulsed with a dark, golden-black brilliance.

​Ethan slowly clenched his right fist.

​BZZZZT!

​An incredibly dense wave of mana pressure detonated, violently tearing through the surrounding air.

​This was no longer the frail, scent-producing aura he had possessed when he first entered the academy. This was the absolute mana density of a Rank B entity. He was now operating on the same level as a High Mage or a veteran Silver Knight.

​Through his insane stunt of executing a forbidden subjugation right next door to Duke Alaric last night, the Asmodeus System had successfully hijacked and passively siphoned the Master Knight’s ambient energy. It had forcefully rocketed Ethan’s rank overnight.

​[Host Status Updated: Rank B (High Mage Level)]

[Sin Mana Capacity Increased by 250%]

[Eternal Ice Magic & Crimson Sin Fire output have now reached Maximum Efficiency without damaging the Host’s circuit.]

​Ethan smirked faintly, wiping a bead of sweat from his chest.

​"Rank B. Now I have the physical foundation required to step on the senior elites myself."

​Elsewhere, inside the master bedroom of the Rosenberg Residence.

​Duke Alaric von Rosenberg opened his eyes, concluding his morning meditation session.

​The Master Knight furrowed his brow deeply. He stared at his own palm, which was trembling ever so slightly. A faint, incredibly bizarre weakness lingered within his aura circuit. It felt as though a fraction of his vital energy had simply evaporated overnight.

​"Tch... it’s the academy’s damn freezing weather," Alaric scoffed roughly.

​The giant of a man climbed out of bed, completely blind to the fact that a portion of his supreme power had been stolen and used as a stepping stone by the very low-caste boy he intended to destroy.

​At noon, inside the Vice Principal’s Main Office.

​The mahogany door opened slowly. Kaelia von Ashford stepped inside.

​The Student Council President wore her grand uniform, ironed flawlessly without a single crease. Her face was set in the usual arrogant expression she flaunted in public.

​However, her footsteps abruptly halted as her eyes swept across the room.

​There, Ethan Valen sat leaning back casually in the Vice Principal’s grand chair. And standing right beside the ebony desk was Isolde von Rosenberg.

​Isolde wore a breathtakingly elegant black silk gown. The Archmage was delicately pouring warm herbal tea into Ethan’s porcelain cup. Her movements were incredibly submissive, graceful, and brimming with sheer devotion.

​Kaelia swallowed hard.

​Even though she had witnessed Isolde’s ruin in the underground dungeon two nights ago, seeing the Vice Principal—the most feared woman in the academy—acting exactly like a personal maid in her own office... still delivered a crushing mental blow.

​"M-Madam Isolde... My Master..." Kaelia called out softly. She hurriedly closed the door behind her and locked it from the inside.

​Click.

​The moment the lock turned, the remaining tension in Kaelia’s shoulders melted away.

​The red-haired girl walked forward. Without hesitation, she lowered her body, kneeling submissively on the left side of Ethan’s chair—directly facing Isolde’s legs on the right.

​Isolde turned her head. Her icy blue eyes looked Kaelia up and down. It was the freezing, critical glare of a head maid evaluating an incompetent rookie.

​"You are late, Lady Ashford," Isolde reprimanded. Her voice was as soft as silk, yet laden with a freezing dominance. "Master Ethan does not tolerate indiscipline."

​Kaelia flinched. Her face flushed a violent crimson from being scolded and positioned so lowly by her own family’s political enemy.

​"I-I had to avoid the council supervisors in the corridor..."

​"Enough," Ethan cut in calmly, raising a single hand.

​The two most majestic women in the academy instantly fell dead silent. Both bowed their heads in unison, freezing in place as they awaited his command.

​Ethan took a slow sip of his tea, savoring the floral aroma before looking at Kaelia. "What is your report, Kaelia?"

​Kaelia looked up, her golden eyes fixed on Ethan’s face.

​"Duke Alaric’s shadow knights have dispersed around the academy’s border facilities, My Master. However, using my authority as the Student Council President, I have blocked their access to the VIP dormitory sectors." Kaelia took a soft breath. "They will not be able to approach your residence without written authorization from either myself or Madam Isolde."

​"Good," Ethan praised.

​He reached out, gently stroking Kaelia’s red hair. The touch made the Fire Queen close her eyes, letting out a soft, obedient whimper.

​Ethan then glanced at Isolde. "What about the faculty board?"

​"All instructors have been silenced, My Master," Isolde answered quickly, flashing her incredibly beautiful, submissive smile.

​"The investigation into Kurt’s case has been officially closed at the academy level. The conclusion is absolute: ’Accidental Misuse of a Forbidden Potion.’ My husband has no legal grounds whatsoever to touch you as long as you are on campus grounds."

​Ethan smiled in satisfaction.

​His control over the academy was now nearly absolute. With an Archmage (Isolde) manipulating the bureaucracy, and a High Mage (Kaelia) controlling the student body... this entire academy had de facto become his kingdom.

​"You both have done exceptionally well," Ethan whispered.

​Without warning, Ethan released the manipulation of his Rank B Lust Domain.

​WHOOSH!

​A wave of sweet aroma—ten times denser, heavier, and more savage than before—swept through the entire room. An intense heat detonated instantly, scorching Kaelia’s womb chakra and creeping wildly up Isolde’s back.

​The black fire-rose tattoo on Kaelia’s lower stomach... and the sprawling black rose root tattoo on Isolde’s back, instantly flared brightly, glowing right through their clothes.

​Both seals pulsed maddeningly, responding to the surge of Ethan’s Sin Mana that had shattered the boundaries of Rank B.

​"Nghhh...!"

​Kaelia moaned loudly. She squeezed her thighs together as her legs suddenly went completely boneless. Her normally arrogant face was now drenched in the sweat of raw desire.

​"Ahh... My Master... your mana... it feels so..." Isolde groaned.

​Her icy blue eyes clouded over heavily. The Archmage could no longer stand. She collapsed to her knees on his right side, resting her rapidly heaving chest against Ethan’s thigh.

​The two most revered women in the academy—a frigid ice Archmage and a savage fire High Mage—were now kneeling side-by-side. Panting breathlessly beneath the thighs of a boy who, just months ago, had been branded as F-Caste trash.

​Ethan cupped the backs of both women’s heads, slowly bringing their faces close to each other.

​"Remember your place," Ethan whispered. Isolde and Kaelia’s faces were now only a centimeter apart, able to feel each other’s hot, erratic breaths.

​"The feud between the Rosenberg and Ashford families... does not exist beneath my feet. In here, the two of you are sister-servants who complement each other. Do you understand?"

​"Y-yes... My Master..." Kaelia and Isolde whispered in unison.

​Their eyes met from an incredibly close distance. Both pairs of eyes radiated absolute obedience to the exact same Master, melting their factional egos into dust.

​However, just as Ethan was about to indulge in the three-way subjugation inside the isolated office...

​KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

​A loud, specifically rhythmic pounding struck the main door from the outside. It was a knock utilizing a high-tier Royal magical verification spell!

​Isolde jolted violently. With lightning speed, she clawed back her sanity, stood up straight, and smoothed down her gown.

​Kaelia leaped to her feet as well. The girl hurriedly wiped the tears of arousal from her face and flattened the wrinkles on her student council uniform.

​The Sin Mana burning their tattoos was drawn back, slowly dimming until it hid beneath their skin once more.

​"Hah... Who is out there?" Isolde asked. Her cold, stiff voice had returned. The mask of the Vice Principal was perfectly back in place.

​From behind the door, the thick baritone of a Royal Guard Knight echoed.

​"Emergency report for Madam Vice Principal! The Main Palace Carriage has just crossed the academy’s southern gates!"

​Isolde and Kaelia’s eyes instantly blew wide open in shock.

​"The Main Palace Carriage?" Kaelia murmured, her face suddenly draining of color. "Is it... the Crown Prince..."

​"That is not all, My Lady!" the Royal Guard added from outside. "Sage Cornelius—the Headmaster of Zenithar—has returned from the capital! He has arrived escorting the First Prince of the Kingdom... Prince Edward von Valois!"

​THUMP!

​Kaelia clutched her own chest. She looked at Ethan in sheer, unadulterated panic.

​"Prince Edward... My father once told me that Prince Edward intends to propose a political marriage to me after the tournament concludes!"

​Meanwhile, Isolde looked at Ethan with deep concern. "Sage Cornelius is a Sage-Tier Mage (Rank S). His sensory perception is far, far sharper than anyone else in this academy..."

​Hearing the massive political storm that had just arrived at their doorstep, Ethan merely stood up from his chair with absolute calm. He slowly adjusted his black shirt, not showing a single ripple of panic on his face.

​His crimson eyes stared out the window, refracting the darkest, most demonic smirk imaginable.

​A Sage-level Headmaster... and a First Prince, heir to the throne, who wants to snatch away the Demon Lord’s woman?

​Ding!

[SYSTEM ALERT: HIGH-POLITICS THREAT LEVEL DETECTED]

Target 1: Sage Cornelius (Rank S - Sage Level)

Target 2: Prince Edward von Valois (Primary Heir to the Throne / Rival)

[New Mission Activated: Royal Faction Domination & Subjugation of the Prince’s Fiancée]

​"Hmm... The First Prince intends to propose to you, Kaelia?" Ethan chuckled softly. It was a low baritone laugh that sent shivers down the spines of both his loyal servants.

​Ethan stepped closer to Kaelia. He wrapped his arm tightly around the Fire Queen’s waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other, and whispered right into her ear.

​"Let’s see... how His Highness reacts when he finds out his bride-to-be... has already been branded by the Devil."