I Became A Third-Rate Villain In The Hero Academy [On Hold]

Chapter 82: Maybe That (1)

He towered over Seria, her slim wrists trapped in his grip.

"H-how...?"

Seria couldn't understand.

She was certain her binding spell wasn't something that could be easily shrugged off.

Especially considering she had poured an immense amount of magic into it.

"......"

The man, still holding her delicate wrists, pushed his mask back down to its rightful place.

"I... I'm sorry. My curiosity just got the better of me..."

Seria averted her gaze.

His grip on her wrist tightened, and she sensed his irritation.

"Ah, ah!"

It was painful.

Yet—

Thump thump.

Her heart raced wildly.

What was this feeling welling up inside her?

Was it fear or was it thrill?

Being her first time experiencing such a thing, she was at a loss.

One thing she knew for sure was her heart pounded fiercely, and she felt a sudden heat coursing through her.

The man in black held her gaze for a moment.

Until now, his eyes had been closed.

It was the first time Seria truly saw them.

"Ah...."

His eyes were a deep, blazing red, like a ruby.

A beacon that pulled the observer in.

"....Beautiful."

The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

In that moment, her thoughts disappeared.

The pain around her wrist, her quickened heartbeat, all faded into the background.

Seria found herself holding her breath.

"....Haah, Haah."

After regaining her senses, Seria steadied her breathing.

She lowered her gaze.

She felt a pang of embarrassment.

For the first time, she had let her guard down, revealing her true self to someone else.

It was as if she had discovered a whole new world.

A world where her fantasies became reality.

And the realization that she had finally found someone who could understand her...

She had encountered many men, most were only interested in her for her looks, her status as the top student, or her lineage as the daughter of a black mage.

But none of them were like this.

Seria knew from a young age that her desires differed from others.

As these thoughts filled Seria's mind,

"...."

The man let go of her wrist, reaching into his shirt and pulling out a small object.

It was the key to the magic handcuffs.

Thud.

He dropped it on the table next to him and started to walk away.

"L-let me hear your voice... just once... I can understand your reluctance to show your face!"