Chapter 110: Chapter 108
’Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’
She bit her nails, pacing like a caged animal.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
These past few days, a single, persistent problem had been buzzing around her plans like an immortal mosquito.
"There’s no such character," she muttered under her breath, eyes dark with irritation. "That pest wasn’t even in the original story..."
And yet somehow, she kept showing up everywhere, always interrupting and ruining her carefully crafted moments with the male leads.
"Her name wasn’t even mentioned anywhere in the book," she hissed, nails digging into her palm now, "so why does she keep interfering like she owns the plot?"
Her grip tightened.
She had limited time.
They would graduate soon and if she didn’t secure her position before then the story would proceed exactly as it was written and she refused to be a background character in someone else’s ending.
She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down.
"It’s fine," she whispered, calming down by sheer force. "That mosquito doesn’t seem to know anything. She’s probably just an extra... a random extra."
Yes. That had to be it. Otherwise this wouldn’t make sense.
She adjusted her posture, standing quietly in the dorm hallway. This floor housed all four male leads including her.
So now, she just had to wait and if her calculations were correct, Sebastian should be here any moment now.
Ting!
Right on cue, the elevator doors slid open.
Sebastian stepped out, his face flushed, breathing heavily, and steps slightly unsteady as he moved towards his room like he was fighting something internal.
"...Perfect," she whispered as a slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. "His hysteria is acting up again."
Last time, she hadn’t been able to complete the interaction because some psycho interrupted their moment.
Her expression darkened briefly. "...This time, no one will interrupt."
She adjusted the books in her arms, shifting into her gentle, harmless, and fragile role as she walked forward and deliberately collided with him.
"Ah!" she gasped, letting the books scatter dramatically across the floor as she stumbled. "I’m so sorry!"
She dropped to her knees, hurriedly picking them up with just the right amount of clumsiness.
"...I didn’t see you there," she added softly, glancing up at him.
Sebastian’s gaze locked onto her, dark and unfocused, like he was holding onto the last thread of control.
"Viv... I need you."
In this world, there were only a few known ways to suppress Hysteria.
Finding one’s fated mate was the most effective, but that had long been dismissed as myth, something people told themselves to feel special.
What remained were the practical solutions: energy stones being the most common but not the most effective.
And the far more... intimate method.
Having sex while the females release their pheromones.
The stronger the female, the more effective in calming their Hysteria.
And in a world where males vastly outnumbered females, it wasn’t unusual for one female to bind multiple males to her influence.
So when Sebastian said those words, she suppressed the grin threatening to break through her expression, keeping her face soft and concerned. "O-Of course," she said gently.
Sebastian’s fingers tightened around her wrist, "I’m sorry for this," he growled, slamming the door shut with his foot.
’Finally,’ she thought.
He didn’t even give her time to breathe before his mouth crashed against her neck, teeth scraping her skin as his hands tore at her clothes, shredding fabric like it was nothing.
Vivienne gasped, her back hitting the wall with a thud that rattled her bones.
She moaned, her thighs trembling as Sebastian’s teeth grazed her collarbone, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
"I-It’s okay," she stuttered, but her voice cracked as his hands gripped her thighs, hoisting her up effortlessly.
His cock pressed against her through his pants as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him without thinking.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough, almost animalistic. "Tell me you need this as much as I do."
She arched into him, her nails raking down his back. "I—I need you, Seb."
The name slipped out before she could stop it. Sebastian froze, his entire body tensing like she said something wrong.
Before she could ask what the hell was wrong, his grip on her thighs turned bruising, and he slammed her against the wall again, this time with enough force to make her vision blur.
"You can call me anything but that," he whispered in a low voice yet his tone was dripping with warning.
Vivienne’s breath hitched, but before she could respond, he drove into her with a single, brutal thrust.
"S-Sebastian! Mmmph! Ah!"
She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her open, filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
Her head thudded against the wall as he set a punishing rhythm—hard, fast, relentless.
His mouth found hers, swallowing her moans as his hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly to angle her just right. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through her, her pussy clenching around him as he pounded into her.
She could feel herself dripping down his shaft, her pheromones coating him as he fucked her harder, his grunts growing more guttural with every snap of his hips.
He spun her around, slamming her face-first against the wall before yanking her hips back, forcing her to arch her spine as he fucked her from behind.
She could feel his cock swelling inside her, his movements growing erratic as his own orgasm crashed over him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a shuddering moan, his hot release flooding her as he held her tightly against him.
She could feel their cum dripping out of her, coating her thighs as she clung to the wall, her body still trembling from the force of her own climax.
Sebastian’s breathing slowly steadied, his grip on her loosening just enough for her to slide down his body. She bit her lip as he watched her with dark, satisfied eyes.
"Go take a shower first. I’ll go next," Sebastian said, voice flat as he turned his back on her like she was a mildly inconvenient guest instead of his supposed lifeline.
’That’s it?’
Her smile froze for half a second before it cracked.
She stared at his back, blinking slowly.
This wasn’t in the script.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
’Where was the urgency? The dependency? The dramatic pull-her-close-and-never-let-go energy?’
Her brows furrowed slightly.
’Why was he telling her to take a shower like she just came back from gym class?’
Her lips twitched.
Annoyance bubbled under the surface, but she forced it down, smoothing her expression once more.
Think.
Adjust.
Adapt.
If direct approach wasn’t working then she would just have to repeat this encounter until he had no choice but to depend only to her.
"Ah... right," she said softly, masking the irritation with a small, obedient smile. "Of course."
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Meanwhile on the next room.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The wall was practically vibrating.
Ravian and I both paused mid-conversation, slowly turning our heads towards the source.
"Are they... renovating next door?" I asked.
Ravian shrugged, completely unfazed. "Who knows? Maybe someone’s Hysteria is acting up."
BANG!
I tilted my head, eyeing the wall like it might punch back. "And you’re not concerned that your neighbor is one emotional breakdown away from redecorating your room?"
"Every room is reinforced," he said casually, like we were discussing furniture instead of potential destruction. "They’re designed to handle students during Hysteria. If anything breaks, you report it, they fix it, and bill you later."
I stared at him. "...They bill you?"
"Of course."
"Wow," I muttered. "So you suffer and go into debt. This school really cares about its students."
Ravian snorted.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
My eyes glazed over slightly as my thoughts drifted somewhere far more important.
’Hmm...’
A beautiful, terrible thought formed in my mind.
’Should I also earn money here by fixing their energy stones...?’
My lips curled.
’Hehehe... Even if I overprice them, it’ll still be pocket change to these people—’
Flick!
"OW!" I clutched my forehead, glaring at Ravian. "What was that for?!"
"You were smiling like a pervert."
I gasped. "Excuse me? That was the face of a visionary entrepreneur."
"That was the face of someone planning something illegal."
"Untrue. It’s only illegal if I get caught."
He stared at me. "...You’re not even denying it."
BANG!
A louder one this time.
I flinched slightly. "...Okay but seriously, what if they break through the wall?"
"They won’t."
BANG!
"You sound very confident for someone who’s sitting next to the wall."
"They won’t," he repeated again.
BANG!
I stared at the wall again then leaned slightly away from it.
Just in case.
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After a few more discussions—and by "discussions" I mean me carrying the entire creative direction while Silvano questioned his life choices—I decided to leave, mostly because Gawain had apparently decided that calling me once was insufficient and had upgraded to harassment via OmniSync.
"Let’s meet again tomorrow to start working on our pro—"
I stopped mid-sentence because the moment I opened the door, I saw books scattered right outside the next room.
I stared at them before looking away.
I was fully prepared to ignore it—because not my problem, not my business, not my drama—but unfortunately, I was partnered with a neat freak.
And said neat freak was already crouching down, picking them up.
I sighed and crouched beside him. "Is their Hysteria so strong they just... threw their belongings into the hallway?" I muttered, stacking a few.
"You’re talking like you’ve never experienced Hysteria," Silvano said calmly.
I froze and said nothing after that, just silently handing him the rest of the books.
We then knocked as the door opened revealing Sebastian half-naked, fresh from the shower.
Water dripping from his hair... down his face... slowly trailing down to his—
