NTR School: S Rank Student

"Ahh, so I was right," Elliot said calmly as he watched his girlfriend lying naked on the bed with another man.

Only moments earlier, she was getting flipped about and pounded, swallowing loads.

Now, she attempted to cover herself with her bed sheets, like she was some sort of angel.

Surprisingly, Elliot looked calm, as though he had expected the entire spectacle.

Well then, this is awkward.

Ryak'al, Raphael spoke to the White Dragon inside of him. Make sure you're ready. He might attack me.

Elliot stayed by the door. Even though he didn't seem surprised by the act, he was certainly still bothered.

His cheeks became heated and his eyes were furrowed in anger.

"And you," the man said to Raphael, looking at him with scorn. "Is this how you spend your first day in the Glorious Rose School. Fucking my wife-to-be, after we greeted each other only earlier today!"

Don't worry Elliot, you weren't the first victim. I got Damien yesterday.

Raphael held his hands out as he rose from the bed, making his way over to his discarded clothes.

"Believe it or not there was no bad intention behind my actions." He lied, as he pulled a leg through his pants. "Beatrice is just unhappy, and you've failed her as a boyfriend. I stepped up to do what you couldn't."

Elliot's anger began to boil even deeper as he clenched his fists, looking at his fiancée on the bed, who seemed to be embarrassed by her actions.

Then he noticed something. Her leg began to quiver, which she tried to stop, but ultimately failed.

What the fuck? Elliot thought to himself. He even made her orgasm. I've never seen her look so... so satisfied.

Yet he did it. An S-Rank. He's meant to be weaker than me.

I am meant to be his superior, and yet he's defiled my woman!

"Okay, Raphael," Elliot said, trying his best to push his anger to the side. "If you think yourself a better man than me, then let's settle it in the field. I challenge you to a Duel. 8:00am flat on the Garden Hill!" The man spat out his words.

All Raphael thought was that the man looked pathetic.

His girlfriend got hammered, and now he's focused on combat.

Raphael let out a sigh, as he sat himself back on the bed.

Beatrice was watching him from behind, anticipating what he would say.

Her boyfriend was a rank above him, so it would be foolish to accept.

"I accept," Raphael replied.

╭( ๐_๐)╮

He's crazy. Beatrice thought to herself, barely able to hide her shock.

Elliot forced a smile onto his face, trying to make it seem as though things had gone as planned.

"Good. There will be a crowd, watching to witness your utter embarrassment. You're dead Raphael, you really are."

After that, Elliot turned and stalked angrily from the room, leaving his girlfriend behind with Raphael.

A silly move.

Raphael turned to face Beatrice, who had her palms in her face, in disbelief as to what just happened.

"My life is ruined." She said with sorrow. "My wedding will be called off."

Raphael felt sorry for the woman, despite having no sympathy for her boyfriend, Elliot.

So he walked over to her, and brought her into an embrace, resting her head on his chest as he stroked her black hair.

"No, it won't. After I beat him, his reputation will be ruined. You will be all he has left. He will take you back, trust me."

Beatrice looked up at him with her big blue eyes, sadness disappearing from her face.

"You honestly think you will win?" She asked with hope.

She knew that Raphael was right. If Elliot lost, then her life would be better in so many ways.

"I know I will win."

The two locked eyes and remained there for a few moments. Raphael had planned to leave, but Beatrice clearly had other plans, as she placed her hands on his groin, and rubbed him stiff.

"He's left us here alone, so at least let me show you my appreciation in advance.♡"

Raphael watched her as she reached her hands down his pants and took out his member once again.

I've got no complaints about this.

She took him inside of her mouth, bopping her head backwards and forwards.

He felt his tip pressing against the back of her throat with each wet thrust. The feeling was Otherworldly.

"*Slurp*. Does it *Slurp* feel good?♡" she asked with a mouthful as she worked her magic.

Raphael didn't need to use his words to answer.

He pulled out from her mouth and released his seed onto her face, painting it white.

She looked like a beautiful mess, with spittle running down her mouth and her hair messy from being used as handles.

Beatrice loved every moment of it, evident from the smile on her face.

I wonder if she ever enjoys herself that much with her boyfriend.

Raphael pulled his pants back up, satisfied with the events of the night, despite having been caught once again.

"I should head back to my dorm, I've gotta rest for tomorrow's duel, after all." He said, making his way towards the door.

Beatrice rose to her feet and stretched her naked body, before making her way towards the bathroom to wash his seed from her face.

"Okay♡. I'll be there cheering you on. Silently of course, or everyone will know that I cheated on Elliot."

She flashed him one last look before he left.

"Good luck.♡"

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