NTR School: S Rank Student

Lyara woke up to find herself lying on a soft bed. Her entire body ached, and her head pounded.

What on earth just happened?

She had no recollection of the events that had ended her up in this situation. The last thing she could remember was that she was about to be swallowed by the roaring flames of the Dragon King.

So how had she ended up in a bedroom?

Slowly, she raised herself to a seated position and looked around the dark room.

The location was unfamiliar to her.

It was only when she noticed a figure sitting on a chair in the corner of the room that she realised what had happened.

The figure was dark enough to blend in with the shadows, and their face was unable to be seen.

Yet still, Yuki knew who it was. She had heard whispers of this ability before.

"That man was about to murder you. Burn you to ashes. Be thankful for my mercy."

Yuki hardly noticed, but she was holding a deep breath, which she struggled to let out.

Simply being in this man's presence demanded every ounce of power she could muster. Instinctively, she cowered backwards into the confines of the bed in which she lay.

"T-thank you, Saint Michael." She croaked With a stutter.

The man remained seated in the shadows, leaving Yuki with no sort of clue what sort of expression he was making.

And so, she dared to try and focus her vision. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not make out the appearance of Saint Michael.

Then, suddenly, she felt a shift in the air around her which sent a chill through her body.

"You are trying to see what I look like?" The First Angel said, catching Yuki off guard and almost making her heart jump from her chest.

She had no idea how, but the man had somehow realised her intentions.

"I- I", she stuttered but was unable to get out the full sentence.

A faint chuckle came from the shadows.

"There's no shame in it," Michael said as his figure began to rise from his seat. "After all, it seems I am going to have to out into the public soon."

Then, with no further notice, the man stepped out from the darkness and revealed himself to Yuki.

"Considering none of you can handle the man who goes by the mantle 'Dragon King.'"

Yuki looked at the man who stood before her, entirely speechless.

His skin was dark like chocolate, and his features were chiselled and handsome. Around his eyes, he wore a black blindfold which should have obscured his sight of all things around him.

Saint Michael was draped In white robes, giving him the air of a prince, and his hand were obscured by its large sleeves.

Most surprisingly, the man was short, and he wore a friendly smile on his face which he flashed towards Yuki.

"Be not afraid." He said to her in a tone which seemed softer than before. "Soon, Saint Michael will join the hunt, and all will end."

---

As Raphael's flames ate through the trees of the iceleaf forest, he looked for any sign of Yuki, the Second Angel.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not find her.

I know I'm not going crazy. The woman vanished out of thin air.

Raphael allowed the flames to evaporate before they could do any more damage to the forest and let The Ender fade away too.

The area surrounding him was now an abundance of ashes.

His wounds were in drastic pain, and his body felt worn out from the strike he had just used.

He was proud of his destructive damage, but frustrated at the fact he had failed to accomplish his goal.

How... How did she disappear? And where did she go?

I know she is fast, but she shouldn't have been able to get so far away in such a short amount of time.

Accepting that he would not find answers, Raphael trudged his way back to the sixth school.

It had been a while since he had taken such a beating, and he needed to be healed.

He knew exactly where he needed to go.

---

When Cecilia saw the battered form of the Dragon King knocking at the door of her office, she hurried him inside and laid him down on her sofa.

Luckily, as she began to work her birthright to search for injuries, she realised it looked worse than it actually was.

"Don't worry, it's only minor damage. A few minutes of healing and you will feel good as new."

Raphael didn't respond and simply allowed for his damages to be taken away from him.

"Can I ask who did this?" Cecilia said, shocked seeing the man so damaged. He usually dealt with his baffles easily.

"An Angel," Raphael said bluntly. His mind was still elsewhere.

If Yuki was this strong, then how strong can Saint Michael be?

All the Angels said that they had never met the man, which must mean that he is in another league entirely.

Will I be able to beat him? And what would it cost-

Raphael's words were suddenly cut off, as he felt a soft hand land on his groin.

He looked up to find the Sword Queen looking at him, a look on her face that gave nothing away.

Slowly, she rubbed her hands up and down, working at him until he was stiff.

"I can tell you are stressed, the tension is shown through your entire body."

Cecilia worked at the buttons of his pants, pulling them down until his cock was revealed and standing to attention.

She stroked it with two hands, one working on his length, and the other circling around his tip.

Raphael felt the tension leaving his body with every passing touch.

"Let me help you out." The Sword Queen said as she worked her magic. "Just lay back, and let me do the rest."