The prestigious S-Class Dormitory of Astraea Academy was a marvel of luxury, an entire mansion reserved only for the most elite students. Each of its grand suites was large enough to house a noble family, yet only a handful of individuals had the privilege of staying here.
Among them was Sylvie Ardent, a recently transmigrated pervert trapped in the body of a swordswoman genius. And right now, she was facing a crisis of willpower.
Seated on the lavish velvet couch of the common room, she was sandwiched between two overwhelming presences.
On her left, Celestia Evernight, the Saint Heroine, radiated an almost divine glow. Her long, silvery hair cascaded down her back, and her emerald-green eyes sparkled with warmth. Even though she was just sitting still, her very presence was enough to make Sylvie's brain melt.
On her right, Iris Nightshade, the Witch Heroine, exuded an entirely different kind of charm. Her raven-black hair framed her delicate face, and her crimson eyes held a teasing glint. Compared to Celestia's elegance, Iris looked like she was constantly plotting something naughty—and Sylvie was more than ready to be involved.
To sum it up: Sylvie was doomed.
She had been given front-row seats as an S-Rank student, sandwiched between peak temptation.
And her perverse nature was screaming.
Sylvie tried to focus. She really did.
The dorm's common area was grand, with crystal chandeliers, intricate gold accents, and soft carpets fit for royalty. A warm fireplace crackled in the background, and the scent of fresh tea filled the air.
It should have been a perfect place to relax.
If only Celestia and Iris weren't testing every ounce of her self-control.
Her fingers twitched.
Her hands ached.
Her willpower was hanging by a thread.
Then, the final straw—Celestia adjusted her posture, her soft curves pressing firmly against Sylvie's arm.
Sylvie snapped.
Her left hand instinctively moved, as if guided by divine purpose. Before she could stop herself—
Grope.
A full, unfiltered, unholy palm squeeze on Celestia's heavenly chest.
For a moment, the world froze.
Then—
"Sylvaine? Is something wrong?" Celestia turned to her, completely unbothered, her expression still as kind and radiant as ever.
"…Huh?"
Sylvie's brain blue-screened.
Did… did she not notice? No, there was no way she didn't notice. This was a full-power, max-effort grope.
And yet, Celestia wasn't reacting. No slap, no scream, no holy retribution.
Her chest was just… still in Sylvie's palm.
Soft. Warm. Divine.
"…Amazing."
Then, just as she thought she had gotten away with it—
A sharp smack landed on her other hand.
"Hah?! What?!" Sylvie yelped.
Looking to her right, she found Iris smirking, having firmly swatted away Sylvie's other hand, which—at some point—had also started reaching for her.
"Bold, aren't we?" Iris purred, her smirk growing wider. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"I-I wasn't—"
"Oh, please. Your hands are so eager, it's almost adorable."
Iris leaned in dangerously close, her lips brushing against Sylvie's ear. "If you wanted to touch me that badly, you should have just asked~."
Sylvie visibly short-circuited.
"Glk—"
Celestia, still completely unbothered, watched with an amused smile. "Ara, ara~ Sylvaine, you seem to be struggling."
"Ah—no—I—"
Before Sylvie could recover from her own sins, a new problem arrived.
The door to the common room slammed open, and Rosaline Valkyria stepped inside, arms crossed, her amber eyes filled with exasperation.
"…I knew I'd find you in the middle of something indecent."
Sylvie jerked upright like a criminal caught red-handed.
Celestia, still smiling, tilted her head. "Rosaline, would you like to join us for tea?"
Rosaline sighed. "No. I'm here to make sure Sylvie doesn't get thrown out of the academy before classes even start."
Sylvie pouted. "Why do you make it sound like I'm going to commit a crime?"
Rosaline deadpanned. "Because you will."
Iris giggled. "She's not wrong~."
Sylvie groaned, feeling her golden opportunity slip away. "Fine, fine. No tea. No library fun."
Celestia chuckled. "That's a shame. Perhaps another time, then."
Iris sighed dramatically. "Such a tragedy."
Sylvie, internally: NOOOOOOOOOO.