CHAPTER 17: REGULUS TORVIN

Chapter 17: Regulus Torvin

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"Uhh. Uhh. Uhhhhhhh."

A gruntled sound, low and rough came from class 1-C, as a man with bright blonde hair and immense physique pushed his cock deeper, his body tense with the effort and the pleasure.

"Fuck, that was good," he said, as he cummed at the back of one of his female classmates who was butt naked.

SLAM!

As his hands immediately met her left cheek, a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mmmm."

She sat on the empty couch space next to him and immediately commented, "Fuck Daddy, how tight was my pussy today."

He quickly wrapped his hand around her neck and replied, "Not tight enough."

"Nngh!"

A sharp, guttural sound escaped her as her eyes gazed at the ceiling. Her expression was completely unreadable, giving no clue whether she felt discomfort or pleasure.

"You disgust me slut."

"ptui!"

He spat at her opened mouth and quickly placed it near his dick.

"Suck daddy’s dick," he said. "Rough and slow."

"Yesssss, fuck let me have it." She said quickly gulping his whole length at a single go.

SLURP!

SLURP!

SLURP!

"you’re soo good." He said, immediately a soft moan was heard from his mouth.

"Ahhhh."

Class 1-C is unlike any other class at the academy. It’s ruled with an iron fist by one simple principle: strength determines everything. The strong are rewarded with as many girls as they can claim, while the weak are relegated to servitude and receive nothing.

At the top of this brutal hierarchy is Regulus Torvin. He’s a student who immediately stands out from his peers due to his immense height, strength, and intelligence. With his distinctive blonde hair, his presence is always known and expected.

Regulus has transformed Class 1-C into his personal harem. Out of the 24 girls in the class, he has claimed 18 for himself. He rewards his most loyal followers with a taste of the power and privilege he holds, but never the full share. His rule is absolute, and no one dares to challenge his authority.

The table and desk arrangement in Class 1-C was undeniably awkward. A plush white couch with golden linen dominated the center of the room, reserved exclusively for Regulus and his chosen companions. He held so much authority that even the homeroom teacher, who was also a part of his harem, had little power over him.

CREAK!

The class door opened, as a girl walked in with her head facing the floor.

She was the Bully that confronted Liza Garnet at the swimming auditorium.

"How did it go?" Regulus asked. "Will Class D girl alliance crumble."

She didn’t say anything.

Regulus immediately got up and pushed the girl’s mouth from his dick and quickly slammed the Bully stomach with his foot.

TSHHH!

The bully recoiled, slamming into the classroom’s whiteboard. A high-pitched shriek of pain followed, turning into gut-wrenching sobs as she clutched her belly. A tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto the floor. "Nngggh..." she cried, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of agony coursed through her. "A-A-A-Ahhhh!" Her face was a mask of suffering.

"What’s the matter," Regulus said. "Can’t take a little pain."

He grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at him.

"I thought you liked to bully others. Maybe it’s time for you to have a taste of your own medicine."

SLAM.

He slammed her head into the floor, and another cry escaped her lips.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he gave a command.

"Take her to the clinic, make sure she’s treated."

"Tell them it was a mana burst incident."

"Yes sir," replied one of lackies.

"Now where was I," He said. "Oh yes, you were sucking my dick," his fingers pointing at one of his girls— who was looking oddly lustful after what just happened.

"Wait."

"I’m tired of this." He turned his head and met the gaze of Ms. Claire, the class teacher, at the back of the room.

"Oh Claire, come over to Daddy, I promise to give you another taste of my cock." He said, eyes still fixed at her.

"That’s Ms. Claire to you, Mr. Regulus," she said. "And I also don’t need your small dick."

That made Regulus burn a little, but he didn’t go overboard. He immediately slammed his raw shaft on the top of the couch and pointed at it.

His shaft was anything but small, it was clearly 9 inches long and would satisfy any maiden in the realm.

"What did you say to me last night at my dorm." He said

"Don’t you dare." She countered.

"Oh yes, it was something like— ’I can never get enough of your cock in me; I fucking love riding it.’ it was definitely something like that."

Ms. Claire face turned red immediately as everyone in class turned their attention to her.

Everyone in the class already knew that Regulus and Ms. Claire was having it, and it was clearly stated against the academy rule book, but it was clear that she couldn’t resist him and no one would snitch on them for obvious reasons.

Then someone came close to Regulus and whispered something to him, and he replied back with:

"Class B eh, let him in."

The door to Class C burst open, and a figure stepped inside. He was a tall guy with long, white sleeves, no tie, and a pair of spectacles perched on his nose. A thin, deadly-looking blade was strapped to his arm. His eyes scanned the room, instantly assessing the situation.

Before he could take another step, two students lunged at him from either flank. But as they neared, they were abruptly thrown off balance, a shimmer of an infinity- like shield flaring around the newcomer. The passive infinity shield had protected him, repelling the attack effortlessly.

Ignoring the two students who were now scrambling to regain their footing, he walked directly toward Regulus, who was lounging on his couch. As he approached, a student stepped forward, a dagger drawn and ready.

"Stand down," Regulus commanded, his voice sharp.

The newcomer stopped, then knelt down on one knee. "Regulus of House Torvin," he said, his voice calm and clear. "I’m here to serve you."

Regulus was visibly taken aback. He had not expected such a display of fealty. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a deeper thought: anyone with such an obvious talent for swordsmanship, and the audacity to challenge to barge in this manner, might just be his equal.

"Why do you wish to serve me?" Regulus asked.

"I wished to have what you have," he said.

Regulus immediately appeared confused and the newcomer moved his finger around the bunch of girls that surrounded Regulus.

"I want as many pussies to fuck, just like you."