Behind the closed doors and drawn curtains of the classroom, a sinister scene was unfolding.

Two identical girls, their beauty both captivating and chilling, surrounded Adele, who lay on the table like a porcelain doll, her usual defiance replaced by a vacant, almost childlike innocence.

Her eyes, once bright and mischievous, were now dull and lifeless. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, her skirt, manipulated by some unseen force, swaying gently despite the lack of any breeze, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth thighs and the lacy edge of her white panties.

Kuro, her crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger, leaned in, her hot breath tickling Adele’s neck, staining the delicate skin with a blush.

Shiro, standing before Adele’s unfocused gaze, mirrored her sister’s actions, her hand reaching out to caress Adele’s cheek. But her touch, though gentle, held a hint of possessiveness.

The air thickened with a heady mix of arousal and anticipation.

 

Then, disaster struck.

A jolt of pain, like an electric shock, coursed through Adele and the twins simultaneously.

Kuro gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and anger. Shiro recoiled, clutching her hand to her chest, her breath catching in her throat.

Adele’s reaction was even more dramatic. Her scream, high-pitched and laced with terror, echoed through the classroom, attracting the attention of students outside.

But curiosity was quickly replaced by indifference. Few were willing to intervene in the affairs of the powerful at Chromwell Academy.

The vampire hierarchy was strict, and those who dared to cross a higher-ranking vampire often faced severe consequences. The human students, on the other hand, had been taught to respect vampire traditions, to avoid interfering in their internal affairs.

Even those with a strong sense of justice knew that their actions would likely be met with punishment from the academy authorities.

 

Over time, apathy had become the norm. Bystanders turned a blind eye, their hearts hardened by years of witnessing unchecked cruelty.

It was this culture of indifference that allowed the higher-ranking vampires to act with impunity. As long as they confined their tyranny to their own kind, sparing the human students, no one would dare to challenge them.

This was why Adele, a half-vampire caught between two worlds, belonging to neither, had been so vulnerable in the past.

And even now, despite her newfound connections, she was still at the mercy of the powerful, a plaything for those who craved her blood and her body.

Someone should suggest that the Amaterasu twins change their names to “Kuro the Black Hole” and “Shiro the White Dwarf”. It would be a fitting tribute to their insatiable appetites.

And now, it was Shiro’s turn to speak.

As the shock of the curse subsided, she used her powers to lift Adele’s shirt, revealing the heart-shaped mark on her smooth, flat stomach.

 

“A chastity curse… Dorothy or Hermione?” she murmured, her brow furrowing.

“Eek?!” Adele cried, startled by the sudden exposure. She had just pretended to regain consciousness, and now her clothes were being ripped off, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Her acting was impeccable, perfectly capturing the fear and confusion of a girl who had woken up in a strange place, surrounded by predators. Anyone would have believed she was an innocent lamb, helpless in the face of danger.

*Screech—crack—bang!*

A strange sound, a mix of metal scraping against wood and something shattering, echoed through the room.

Adele flinched, her gaze drawn to the source of the noise. A metal chair, crushed and twisted under the immense pressure of Kuro’s powers, lay flattened on the floor, reduced to a thin sheet of metal.

Adele shuddered, imagining that force directed at her own body.

 

*I’m going to die! I’m going to die!*

If she had to choose between her virginity and her life… well, she would choose life! There was no point in being a martyr.

“Control yourself,” Shiro said calmly, glancing at her sister, whose face was contorted with rage.

But despite her calm demeanor, Shiro was equally frustrated. Their little “tea party” had been interrupted, their anticipation for a taste of Adele’s delicious blood thwarted. It was an unforgivable insult, a humiliation for a vampire of her status.

But Shiro was better at hiding her emotions.

“But…!” Kuro protested. “It’s a chastity curse! You know what that means! We can’t have Adele today!”

“It’s like… putting a lock on a shared cupcake! Who does that?!”

 

“…”

Kuro’s words, spoken so casually in Adele’s presence, were a testament to their disregard for her feelings. She was just a toy, a tasty treat, not worthy of any consideration.

And Adele, bound and helpless, could only remain silent.

“It has to be her,” Shiro said, settling gracefully into a chair, her voice laced with resignation. “Hermione wouldn’t stoop to such a petty tactic.”

“Dorothy…” Kuro growled, her fangs digging into her lower lip.

If it weren’t for this damn curse, she would be sinking her fangs into Adele’s lips right now!

Vampires were greedy and self-serving creatures. At least, most of them were. And Kuro, who lacked both the inclination and the ability to hide her true nature, was a prime example.

 

She and her sister might have been part of Dorothy’s faction, but their loyalty was superficial, a flimsy bond easily broken by conflicting interests.

Even now, the mere thought of Adele being “locked away” as Dorothy’s personal treat was enough to infuriate them.

If faced with a more serious conflict of interest, they would turn on Dorothy without hesitation.

Dorothy, it seemed, was surrounded by enemies.

Hermione was determined to defeat her. Sharon’s loyalty had been shaken by recent events, and she might even betray Dorothy in the future. And the Amaterasu twins were nothing more than fair-weather friends, their allegiance conditional upon their own selfish desires.

Dorothy had become isolated, her power base crumbling around her.

And the catalyst for her downfall… was none other than Adele, the embodiment of “femme fatale”.

 

Adele, still playing the role of the helpless victim, couldn’t help but feel a smug satisfaction.

*Ha! You can’t have me! I’m too spicy for you, you wicked witches!*

Kuro’s mouth watered as she watched Adele, her fangs lengthening.

Even Shiro, the more composed twin, was growing impatient.

The frustration of seeing such a delectable treat, yet being unable to savor it, was unbearable.

“You,” Shiro said, her voice cold and sharp. “Take off your clothes.”

She figured she could at least enjoy the view.

 

“Eh?!” Adele squeaked, her body instinctively recoiling, like a prey animal sensing a predator’s approach.

*Seriously?*

But she should have known better. Shiro, like herself, was selfish and greedy. After all, just last night, Adele had commanded Celeste to strip for her during their video call.

Perhaps the only difference was that Adele still possessed a flicker of humanity, a spark of empathy that prevented her from becoming a true monster.

She hadn’t fallen in love yet.

But if she ever did… well, even a self-centered schemer like Adele might be capable of selfless devotion.

“No… please,” Adele whimpered, hoping to appeal to Shiro’s mercy. Tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting Shiro’s stunning beauty.

 

Shiro’s silver hair, her lashes, even her eyebrows, were a pristine white, her eyes a deep crimson, more like the color of fine wine than blood.

She was the epitome of vampire beauty, a vision of ethereal grace.

If Shiro was the moon, then Kuro, with her black hair and crimson eyes, was a solar eclipse, a dark and chaotic force, yet undeniably captivating.

Shiro’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Adele thought her plea had worked. But then Shiro spoke, her voice as cold as ever.

“I won’t ask again. Take off your clothes.”

Her tone was calm, yet it sent a shiver down Adele’s spine.

Shiro sat back in her chair, crossing her legs, her gaze unwavering. Adele felt like a trapped animal, her every move scrutinized, her escape impossible.

 

Adele’s heart pounded, a wave of panic washing over her. This was the most desperate situation she had faced since arriving in this world.

Trapped in a closed room with two powerful vampires, no way to call for help…

Self-rescue was out of the question.

She glanced at the door, and Kuro, sensing her defiance, intensified the pressure of her powers, focusing it on Adele’s wrists and ankles.

“Ugh!” Adele cried out as invisible shackles, heavy and unyielding, bound her limbs, pinning her to the table.

She was helpless, a fish on a chopping block.

“A little self-awareness goes a long way,” Kuro said, approaching Adele and breathing hot air onto her earlobe.

 

“I wouldn’t want to hurt our precious little cupcake,” she purred. “But if you keep refusing our hospitality…”

“Well, we’ll have to take matters into our own hands, won’t we?”

The toolbox on a nearby shelf suddenly burst open, a pair of sharp scissors flying out, slicing through the air, snipping a few strands of Adele’s hair before landing in Shiro’s outstretched hand.

Shiro’s gaze was cold, but a hint of cruel amusement flickered in her eyes.

The severed strands of hair drifted to the table, and Adele’s face paled. She knew that those scissors could just as easily slice through her throat…

As Shiro approached, scissors glinting in the light, tears streamed down Adele’s face, gathering at the tip of her chin before falling, one by one, shattering on the floor.

But she couldn’t even sob, her voice choked with terror, her body frozen in fear.

 

Shiro, however, seemed pleased by Adele’s distress. She clicked the scissors open and closed, a rhythmic sound that grated on Adele’s nerves.

Then, she leaned in, the sharp blades tracing the hem of Adele’s skirt, slowly slicing upwards.

Soon, Adele’s skirt would fall away, revealing her bare legs… then her shirt, then her bra, then…

This was the “punishment” she had chosen. And she would swallow it, bitter and humiliating as it was.

Adele’s spirit broke, her eyes turning dull and lifeless.

As the fabric of her skirt gave way beneath the sharp blades, a thought crossed her mind.

*What am I even doing here?*

 

She was pathetic, utterly powerless in the face of true strength. She had been so caught up in her games, in manipulating those around her, in relying on the protection of others…

This was her wake-up call, a brutal reminder of her own insignificance.

The tragedies that had befallen the protagonist in the original story… they could easily happen to her.

She had realized it too late.

Adele’s nose burned, her eyes overflowing with tears. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate.

*Clang!*

A sudden sound, sharp and unexpected, jolted Adele back to awareness. She opened her eyes, her body trembling.

 

Shiro had dropped the scissors, her gaze fixed on something behind Adele.

“Stop crying,” she said, her voice cold and dismissive. “It’s ruining my appetite.”

Adele’s skirt, now hanging by a thread, exposed most of her thigh, her reddened knee, and the edge of her white panties. She clutched at the remaining fabric, her heart pounding.

Had Shiro had a change of heart? Or was she simply annoyed by Adele’s tears?

Adele suspected it was the latter.

Kuro, who wasn’t constantly reading her sister’s mind, frowned in confusion.

But before she could question Shiro’s sudden change of heart, Shiro’s voice echoed in her mind.

 

—*Window!*

A small, fluffy creature, its silhouette resembling a cat with feathery wings, peeked in from behind the curtains. It seemed curious, ready to enter the classroom.

Kuro’s jaw dropped.

The Headmistress’s… griffon chick?