Sylvie woke up in the S-Class dorms with the sort of excitement one might have before a grand battle. Today was a new day filled with fresh opportunities for perversion—ahem, training. The academy had begun settling into a routine, and that meant she could finally start exploring all the potential "targets" she hadn't gotten her hands on yet.
The morning began with Sylvie making her usual rounds of causing chaos. She "accidentally" walked into the girls' communal showers, only to be greeted by an angelic vision—Rosaline, Celestia, and Iris, fresh from their morning bath, steam rising around their glistening skin.
"Sylvie—!" Rosaline's knight instincts kicked in, covering herself while brandishing a bath bucket as a weapon.
Celestia turned bright red, wrapping a towel around herself, muttering, "You… shameless woman."
Iris, ever the smug one, smirked. "If you wanted a show, you could've just asked."
"Oh no, no need to ask," Sylvie replied, her eyes locked onto the most dangerous targets—Celestia's divine curves and Iris' unfairly large assets.
Before they could react, Sylvie launched herself forward like a predator on the hunt. One second of freedom. That's all she needed.
One second to grope, squeeze, and embrace pure bliss.
SLAP!
BOOM!
By the time she was sent flying through the dormitory wall, Sylvie considered it a worthwhile trade.
Having exhausted her morning "activities" (and earning herself a five-day restraining order from the dorm showers), Sylvie decided it was time to expand her horizons.
She had yet to properly interact with the mysterious student council members. They were the true rulers of the academy, and what better way to make an impression than by getting up close and personal?
Her first target: Evelyn Lancaster, the Vice President.
A strict, glasses-wearing perfectionist who always carried a whip (which Sylvie immediately wanted to be hit with).
Sylvie cornered Evelyn in the council room, where the poor girl was trying to do her paperwork in peace.
"What do you want?" Evelyn sighed, not even looking up from her documents.
Sylvie smirked, stepping dangerously close. "I just thought it was criminal that I hadn't formally introduced myself to such a beautiful, intelligent lady."
Evelyn paused, finally looking up—and instantly regretting it.
Sylvie's hungry eyes were already scanning her from head to toe, taking in every detail.
"Your uniform's quite tight in the right places," Sylvie observed. "You wouldn't happen to be wearing lacy underwear, would you?"
A beat of silence.
Then, Evelyn's whip cracked against Sylvie's cheek.
"OUT."
Sylvie stumbled backward, cheeks stinging but heart full of joy.
"A worthwhile sacrifice," she thought, before happily being kicked down the hallway.
After several more "failed" interactions (including getting punched into the sky by a fiery redhead and accidentally setting off an explosion in the alchemy lab by fondling a potion bottle that looked suspiciously like a breast), Sylvie found herself wandering into the restricted archives.
There, she encountered a mysterious girl with dark hair and crimson eyes—a beauty who exuded an aura of forbidden knowledge.
"You're not supposed to be here," the girl murmured.
Sylvie grinned, stepping closer despite the warnings. "And yet, here I am. Say, do you happen to be hiding anything interesting under that robe?"
The girl's crimson eyes glowed, and in an instant, dark tendrils of magic wrapped around Sylvie's wrists, pinning her against a bookshelf.
The girl leaned in close, whispering, "You're lucky I don't erase you from existence for asking that."
Sylvie shivered—not from fear, but from excitement.
"Finally," she sighed. "A woman who knows how to take control."
The girl stared at her, bewildered by how utterly broken Sylvie's mind was.
"…You're insane."
"I prefer the term 'unapologetically devoted to the female form,'" Sylvie corrected.
The girl released her, shaking her head in utter disbelief.
"My name is Lillith. If you continue this nonsense, I will end you."
Sylvie grinned. "Challenge accepted."
Conclusion: Another Day, Another Restraining Order
By the end of the day, Sylvie had:
Been banned from the showers.
Earned the eternal ire of the Student Council.
Discovered a new potential victim.
Gotten closer to getting murdered.
And yet, she had no regrets.
As she lay in bed, nursing her bruises, she whispered to herself:
"Tomorrow, the hunt continues."