Chapter 102: Surprise, Darling [1]
"Great news, everyone. We have two new Honor Students joining us today."
A wave of murmurs rippled through the room. Students exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.
The girl near the front whispered to her friend, "Two new students? At the same time?"
Her friend shrugged, equally confused. "This is crazy and surprising."
Ryker leaned toward Lucien, his voice low. "Two new Honor Students? That’s rare. Usually, they only bring in one at a time."
Lucien didn’t reply. His eyes remained fixed on the front, but a flicker of unease stirred in his chest.
Sylas gestured toward the door. "Please come in."
The door swung open, and two figures stepped into the room.
The first was a woman with long, flowing silver-white hair that cascaded down her back like liquid moonlight. She was small and petite, almost childlike in stature, but her presence carried an ancient weight that made the air feel heavy. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, and her pale skin seemed to glow faintly in the soft golden light of the classroom.
She wore a deep navy blue uniform, almost black in certain lights, the same as Lucien’s. The high-collared tunic fit her perfectly, its golden embroidery curling elegantly along the collar, sleeves, and hem. The academy emblem, a golden tower rising from an open book, encircled by nine stars, gleamed upon her chest in brilliant gold. Gold epaulettes rested on her shoulders, connected by delicate chains to an ornate star-shaped brooch at her collar. Instead of trousers, she wore a structured navy skirt that fell just above her knees, with subtle golden lines tracing its edges. A flowing cloak draped from her shoulders, the academy emblem embroidered in brilliant gold on the back. Her knee-high navy boots, trimmed with gold, completed the elegant ensemble.
The second figure was equally striking. A tall, curvaceous woman with golden hair that seemed to radiate warmth and light. Her golden eyes shimmered like molten honey, holding an intensity that made the students shift in their seats. She wore the same uniform, deep navy blue tunic with golden embroidery, the academy emblem gleaming on her chest, gold epaulettes, and delicate chains connecting to a brooch at her collar. Her skirt was structured and elegant, with subtle golden lines, and her knee-high boots were trimmed in gold. Her cloak flowed behind her, the academy emblem embroidered in brilliant gold.
The classroom fell silent. Even the whispers died.
Some students stared with open mouths. Others forgot to breathe.
They stared at these beauties that overshadowed the rest, making sure they never forgot what their eyes were beholding. The golden-haired woman radiated warmth and power, her presence commanding the room like a queen surveying her subjects. The silver-haired woman was smaller, more delicate, but her ancient crimson eyes held a weight that made the air feel heavy.
Only one person was rubbing his eyes for confirmation, his body beginning to shiver.
"Who are these beauties?" a boy near the back muttered, his voice barely audible. "They’re beyond beauty. It’s not wrong to call them goddesses."
A girl near the front nodded, her eyes wide. "Look at them. They’re like something out of a dream."
Another girl, seated a few rows away, tilted her head, studying the two women with a mix of awe and curiosity. Her gaze lingered on Seraphina’s figure, the way her uniform hugged her curves, the way her golden hair cascaded down her back like liquid fire. Then she glanced down at her own chest, then back at Seraphina’s.
She pouted slightly, a hint of envy flickering in her eyes. "How is that fair?" she whispered to her friend. "She’s gorgeous, powerful, and her chest is... perfect."
Her friend stifled a giggle. "Are you seriously comparing yourself to her?"
"I’m just saying," the girl huffed, crossing her arms. "Some of us were born with less... blessing."
Another girl leaned in, her voice low. "Look at her waist too. It’s so narrow. Like a doll."
"And that silver-haired one," a boy added, his eyes fixed on Alexia. "She’s small, but there’s something about her. Like she could kill you and smile while doing it."
The girl beside him shivered. "That’s terrifying. And also... kind of attractive?"
A boy near the front leaned toward his friend, his voice low. "I wonder if she’s single."
His friend snorted. "With that face and that body? She probably has a line of suitors."
"I still want to try."
"You’d get rejected before you even finished your sentence."
The whispers continued, spreading like wildfire. Some students were in awe. Others were envious. A few were simply trying to understand how two such otherworldly beings had appeared in their classroom.
Meanwhile, Lucien was looking at these two students like they were ghosts. Only with his will was he sitting now, or his head would have slumped to the table from disbelief.
He had thought he had won this morning. They had agreed so easily. Smiled so sweetly.
It was all a trap.
They had already planned this. Already talked to the Principal. They had let him think he had freedom.
"Isn’t that your wives? So this is love. Sighs, you are one lucky man," Ryker whispered to Lucien.
Lucien gave him a harsh glare that instantly made him shut up.
Lucky. That word again.
He didn’t feel lucky. He felt like a man who had been caught in a net he couldn’t escape. Every time he thought he had found a way out, they pulled him back. Every time he thought he had a moment of peace, they were already there, waiting.
He turned back to his wives. He now knew why they agreed and didn’t further argue with him in the mask matter. It turned out they were already planning to attend the academy.
Seraphina caught his gaze and smiled, her golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Surprise, darling."
The instant she said this, everyone followed her gaze. All eyes were on Lucien.
Lucien felt like crying, seeing everyone’s gaze.
Here goes my peaceful academic life. He cried internally.
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