The Return Of The Exiled Villain

"Y-you...!!!"

Lyra’s glowing red eyes widened in disbelief for a split second before they burned with even greater intensity.

Her golden hair seemed to flare with power as her expression twisted into something far more dangerous.

"You... refuse?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Then it cracked into something much louder, much scarier.

"You refuse?!"

She slammed both hands on either side of his head, pinning him down on the bed as she leaned over him, her face mere inches away.

"Do you want to see how crazy I can really get, Gray?! Is that it?!"

Her voice cracked with raw emotion as everything spilled out at once.

"I waited for you for almost half a year! Every single day, I woke up wondering if today was the day you’d never open your eyes again! I trained until my bones cracked and my meridians bled because I was terrified that if something came for you, I wouldn’t be strong enough to protect you! And the moment you wake up... the first thing you do is try to leave me?!"

Tears of pure rage and pain welled up in her red eyes, but they didn’t fall; instead... they seemed to be burning.

"I love you so much it hurts! I love you so much that the thought of you being at another academy, even for one day, makes me want to destroy everything! I want to lock you in this room. I want to chain you to me. I want to carve my name into your soul so no one else can ever have you! Is that what you want to see?! Do you want to see me go completely insane for you?!"

Inside Gray’s mind, Jasmine’s voice suddenly rang out with a mocking tone.

[Heh... Look at you. Your sweet little girlfriend turned into a full-blown yandere. How does it feel, Mr. Law of Seduction? You conquered a goddess, but you can’t handle one obsessed girl?]

Gray mentally shot back without missing a beat.

’At least I have a girlfriend. You’re still a lone wolf who never even let anyone get close enough to become a male friend, let alone a boyfriend.’

Jasmine let out an indignant huff.

[Excuse me? I simply had higher standards. Unlike certain people who attract crazy women like magnets.]

The brief internal exchange only lasted a second, but it was enough.

Lyra noticed the momentary distraction in Gray’s eyes. Her expression darkened even further, becoming terrifyingly mad.

"...Are you ignoring me!?" she hissed.

"Even now? While I’m pouring my heart out to you? While I’m right here, telling you how much I suffered?!"

Her hands moved to grip his shoulders hard enough that the bed creaked beneath them.

The mana around her surged violently, though she still kept it perfectly contained so it wouldn’t destroy the room.

Snap!

Then, without warning, Lyra snapped her fingers.

Gray’s clothes suddenly tore apart with a sharp ripping sound, the fabric disintegrating into shreds that scattered across the bed.

At the same time, golden-red chains of pure mana materialized out of thin air, wrapping tightly around his wrists and ankles before slamming them down against the mattress, locking him in place.

"W-wait, Lyra!"

Gray’s panicked voice cut through the room.

This scene was far too familiar.

Back on his Dream World... he also faced something close to a yandere... it was a possessive, unhinged woman who had demanded he impregnate her and take full responsibility for it.

Thankfully, that trial had ended right before things went too far.

But Lyra didn’t stop.

Rustle~

She slowly rose to her knees on top of him, her glowing red eyes never leaving his face. With slow, almost ritualistic movements, she began removing her own clothes.

The academy uniform slipped off her shoulders first, revealing smooth, pale skin and the generous curves that had grown even more pronounced during his absence.

Piece by piece, her clothing fell away until she was completely bare above him, her golden hair cascading down like a radiant curtain.

Her body radiated both beauty and terrifying power.

"Lyra... calm down," Gray said, his voice tense as he tested the strength of the mana chains.

Cling, clink...!

They didn’t budge at all.

Lyra leaned forward slowly, placing her hands on his bare chest. Her red eyes were half-lidded with dangerous obsession as she stared down at him.

"You don’t get to tell me to calm down anymore," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of love and madness.

"You left me for months. You made me think I might lose you forever. You tried to leave me again today..."

She lowered herself until her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her lips brushing against his ear.

"...So now, you’re going to take responsibility."

Her next words came out soft, possessive, and utterly possessive:

"Impregnate me, Gray. Fill me with your seed right now... and make me yours completely. If you won’t stay with me willingly... then I’ll make sure you can never leave. I’ll carry your child, and I’ll tie you to me with blood and flesh. You’ll never be able to abandon me again."

She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her golden hair framing her face like a divine madonna, while her red gaze burned with unhinged devotion.

"Take responsibility for making me fall this deeply in love with you."

Lyra didn’t wait any longer.

Rip!

With a sharp snap of her fingers, the rest of Gray’s clothes were torn apart by invisible blades of mana.

The fabric shredded instantly, leaving him completely naked beneath her. At the same time, the golden-red chains tightened further, pinning his limbs firmly to the mattress.

Gray’s heart sank.

’...It’s really going to happen.’

The worst thing is that he couldn’t actually stop her!

His cultivation was extremely low compared to hers at the moment, and even if he borrowed Jasmine’s power, he still wouldn’t be able to defeat her.

The gap was simply too damned massive.

The only realistic option he could think of was to knock her out during the act... not by chopping her neck, but by making her lose consciousness from overwhelming pleasure.

But even that carried a terrifying risk.

If he came inside her right now...

He could already picture the future scene so clearly:

A little girl with golden-brown hair running toward him, smiling brightly and calling out in a sweet voice...

"Daddy!"

And Lyra was standing beside her, looking at them with the happiest, most satisfied smile imaginable.

It was a scene Gray could genuinely want... but definitely not right now!

Just as those thoughts raced through his mind, Lyra hooked her fingers into her own underwear and slowly pulled it down.

Gray’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A faint trace of red stained the fabric.

"You’re on your period?" he asked in a surprised tone.

Lyra froze for a second, but then her red eyes flared with irritation.

"So what?!" she snapped sharply.

"It doesn’t matter! I don’t care!"

She tried to continue, clearly intending to ignore it, but Gray spoke again in the most sincere and gentle tone ever.

"Lyra... stop."

He looked straight into her glowing red eyes, his expression softening with genuine care.

"It’s okay. We can do this on any other day. Just... not when you’re on your period. It’s not good for your body right now. You’ve already pushed yourself so hard these past months. Let me take care of you properly when you’re feeling better."

He paused, then added softly:

"I’m not rejecting you. I’m not going anywhere. I just don’t want to hurt you... even a little bit. Especially not when you’re already in pain."

For a moment, the manic intensity in Lyra’s red eyes flickered.

Clink...!

The golden-red chains around his limbs loosened slightly, though they didn’t disappear completely.

Drip... drip...

Lyra’s glowing red eyes suddenly lost their manic edge.

The overwhelming pressure in the room eased as tears began to well up and spill down her cheeks.

Her lower lip trembled as the yandere intensity cracked, revealing the raw fear and pain underneath.

"I... I don’t want to leave you..." she whispered softly.

"I’m so scared... I thought if you went to another academy, you would slowly forget about me... that you would meet new people and I would become someone from your past."

She sniffled, golden hair falling messily over her bare shoulders.

"Then I thought... if I join your new academy too, I could still be with you every day. We wouldn’t have to be apart..."

Gray’s expression turned serious the moment she said that.

He instantly refused.

"No, Lyra. You can’t do that."

Before she could argue, he continued gently but firmly, cupping her tear-streaked face with both hands.

"Attending Gloria Academy has always been your dream. You told me that yourself many times. Your brother is also there now, and you have so many friends who care about you. Throwing all of that away just to follow me... it wouldn’t be right. I don’t want you to regret it later."

Lyra bit her lip, eyes still wet.

"But... then what about you?!" she shot back with a trembling voice. "Isn’t it the same thing? You’re leaving everything behind, too!"

Gray remained silent for a moment, then spoke quietly.

"Lyra... I’m sure you’ve realized it by now, but the people at Clementine’s Sword and Magic Academy actually respect me. Unlike here... I’m definitely more fitted to be there."

Lyra stared at him.

She compared their situations in her mind... the way students and teachers treated Gray at Gloria versus how things were there.

The difference was quite obvious.

She slowly nodded, solemn and reluctant.

"...You’re right," she admitted in a small voice.

After a long, heavy silence, she finally accepted it.

"Fine... I won’t transfer."

Then her expression sharpened again. She wiped her tears roughly with the back of her hand and stared at him with renewed intensity.

"But you really need to visit me every weekend! Without missing a single one! If you skip even once, I’ll come find you myself... and I won’t be this nice next time."

Gray let out a small breath of relief and nodded.

"I promise. Every weekend. I won’t miss any."

The tension in Lyra’s body finally melted.

Her face softened into a genuine, albeit slightly shaky smile. Still completely naked, she collapsed forward and snuggled into his arms, burying her face against his chest.

Gray gently wrapped his arms around her and patted her back soothingly, stroking her golden hair with slow, comforting motions.

They stayed like that for a while, the chains finally dissolving as her emotions calmed.

"Oh... and also..."

Her voice suddenly turned colder again.

Her hand slipped downward without warning and grabbed his manhood firmly, causing Gray to freeze instantly.

"If I smell any girl’s scent on your body or clothes..."

Grip!

She squeezed threateningly.

"I’ll imprison you forever... or maybe even cut your manhood off."

Gray didn’t dare say no and simply nodded quickly.

"...Understood."

Lyra hummed in satisfaction, her grip loosening as she nuzzled closer into his chest, still naked and clinging to him like a possessive kitten.