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"W-What are you planning to do with that?" Her words were shaky, betraying her nerves.

"I wonder," I teased, enjoying the power I held over her.

I could practically sense her trembling as she processed the revelation. It was like a cold splash of reality washing over her. Strangely, a surge of satisfaction washed over me. Was it my sadistic side coming alive? I always claimed to detest coercion, but this didn\'t feel like forcing—it was a willing act, albeit done for blackmail.

I was feeling downright sinister today. What was fueling that fire? Maybe it was my pent-up desire to settle the score with Charlotte once and for all. She\'s the one who turned the Prince into a villain, and she\'s blissfully oblivious to it all. I doubt she even gives a damn about the Prince. It\'s all about herself and her cozy relationship with the Professor.

Well, it\'s payback time. I\'m not just going to break their relationship—I\'m going to obliterate it, leaving nothing but shattered remnants behind. And I won\'t stop there. I\'ll ensure Charlotte can never again indulge in her affections for the Professor, or for anyone else for that matter. That\'s how I\'ll bring her down.

"Let\'s see... how about I spread this juicy gossip all over the internet and watch the fireworks? A professor and a student getting cozy. Just imagine the scandalous outrage it would ignite. While the student might skate by relatively unscathed, the professor? Oh, they could face some serious consequences, like getting the boot from their job or being cast out by society."

When I uttered those words, she visibly trembled, her eyes widening in sheer terror.

"N-No, please don\'t do that," she pleaded, her voice quivering with fear. "I\'ll do anything. Just please, don\'t go through with it."

"Oh? So you\'re not keen on being the reason the professor might end up out of a job, huh?" I taunted, a cruel smirk playing on my lips. "You\'re ready to do whatever it takes?"

She hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she nervously chewed on her lip. Eventually, with a conflicted expression, she nodded, her resolve wavering but ultimately giving in to my demands.

Yes, that\'s right. Do whatever it takes, no matter how unreasonable, to protect your secret. If it got out, your precious professor would surely fall.

"Okay, then," I said. "To kick things off, why don\'t you go and introduce yourself?"

"I-Introduce myself? But you already know me, don\'t you?" she stuttered, her nerves palpable.

"Prostitutes usually introduce themselves before they service their customer," I stated matter-of-factly. "You can go by a different name if you want, but it\'s pointless because I already know who you are."

"Uh, o-okay..."

"And while you\'re at it, lift your skirt," I commanded, my voice dripping with authority.

"W-What?"

"You heard me. Lift your skirt," I repeated, this time more insistent.

Her hands, trembling with hesitation, slowly moved to the hem of her skirt. The sheer desperation in her eyes was almost intoxicating. She was really willing to degrade herself this much just to save her beloved professor.

Her determination was both admirable and despicable at the same time.

With her eyes shut tight, she lifted her skirt. Beneath the fabric, a pair of innocent white panties came into view, hugging her long, shiny thighs. Charlotte\'s legs were impressive, long enough that she could easily pass as a model.

"I-I am... I am Charlotte Sierra," she stammered. "And I am today\'s M-Master\'s... Master\'s property."

"Oh, you get it, huh?" I said, amused. Amon must have coached her on how to act.

I stepped closer, reaching out to touch her legs. She trembled at my touch, instinctively starting to lower her skirt. Sensing her hesitation, I warned, "If you stop lifting your skirt, I will post the picture."

She froze, her grip tightening on the hem of her skirt as she held it in place, clearly torn between shame and desperation.

I gripped her legs, feeling the elastic texture beneath my fingers.

"Ngh...!"

The sound she made was a mix of humiliation and embarrassment. It oddly excited me. It wasn\'t every day you could touch such magnificent legs. Charlotte might be a bit lacking in the breast department, but for those into thighs, she was a jackpot. These drumsticks were thick and enticing.

"A noble lifting her skirt—now that has a certain value," I remarked, savoring the moment. "And your skin is so smooth. As expected from someone of noble lineage, you take great care of yourself."

She trembled under my touch, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Her face was flushed, eyes still shut tight, but she didn\'t lower her skirt.

"I-I never thought you were like this, Leon. This is your true nature, isn\'t it?" Charlotte said, her voice trembling.

"You don\'t know me well enough to make that judgment, Charlotte," I replied, my tone cold. "You\'re so fixated on the professor that you fail to see anyone else around you."

"You\'re the worst!" she spat, glaring at me with defiance, though her skirt remained lifted.

"If we\'re talking about who\'s the worst, aren\'t you worse than both of us?" I retorted. "Think about it. Have you ever considered the Prince or what he\'s been going through? Or are you too obsessed with your precious professor to notice anyone else?"

"Huh? Wh-Why are you bringing up Prince Julius all of a sudden?" Charlotte stammered, confusion mixing with her fear.

"I see. You haven\'t thought about him at all," I replied. "Your mind is always on the professor, so I suppose it\'s only natural. Still, I can\'t believe you\'re heartless enough not to think about him at all, especially since it\'s your fault he ended up in prison."

"Eh? Prison?" Her eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, you have no idea, do you?" I said, my hands still caressing her legs. "You don\'t know what he\'s been through because you didn\'t choose him. You were too busy chasing after your professor to notice the consequences of your actions."

"What do you mean?" Charlotte\'s voice trembled, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear.

"The kingdom may have hidden it, but the real culprit behind the arson at the sanatorium and the sections of the Capital City that burned down is none other than the Prince," I said, my voice dripping with a cold, twisted satisfaction.

Charlotte\'s whole body shook, her eyes widening in horror. "N-No way. Julius could never do that. He\'s not the type to kill anyone."

"Oh, really? Maybe you\'re just hiding from reality," I sneered, gripping her trembling legs a bit tighter. "Deep down, you already had an inkling who was behind it, didn\'t you? You knew it was the Prince."

Her face paled, her legs quivering under my touch. The shock and disbelief were clear as day, but there was also a flicker of recognition. She had known, or at least suspected, but had buried it deep within her mind, just like she was trying to bury her guilt now. The revelation was like a cold, hard slap to her face, leaving her reeling and vulnerable.

It was only natural for her to think so. After all, the Prince\'s skill was fire-based. And being close to the Prince, Charlotte was well aware of that. But instead of speaking up, she kept it to herself.

I rose from my squatting position and leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. "Face it, Charlotte. You turned a blind eye to the truth because it was easier than dealing with the reality of what the Prince is capable of. Just like you\'re willing to do anything now to protect your precious professor."

My hands trailed up from her smooth legs toward her core.

"Ngh! N-No, d-don\'t touch that...!" She protested, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation.

"Why? You keeping it for the Professor?" I jeered. "Too bad. You can\'t give anything to anyone because I\'ll snatch it all away."

"I never pegged you for such a scumbag!" Charlotte shot back.

I let out a dark laugh, then seized her chin, forcing my lips onto hers. Initially, she resisted, pounding her fists against my chest. But as she realized her efforts were futile, her resistance waned, her fists falling limp. After a moment, I broke the kiss.

"T-That was... my first kiss!" she glared at me, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Exactly," I smirked. "I\'m taking everything, just like I promised."

I seized both of her shoulders and spun her around to face the mirror.

"Eh?"

"Lift your skirt again. Do it, or I\'ll post it."

"Ngh...!"

Reluctantly, she obeyed, raising her skirt once more. Now, she stared at her reflection, her hands holding up her skirt.

Then, my hand slipped down to her underwear, teasing her pussy through the fabric.