Erotic RPG: I am in the Game world, But My Heroines are Villainesses

"And a piece of advice to you….You need to work on your voice….."

As I spoke those words, I left. My shoulder had already started regenerating and fixing itself since I pushed it into its own place.

In fact, this wasn't the first time my shoulder dislocated. While I was adventuring, once I fought with a Dark-Orc, a 4-star monster, and I almost lost my life. At that time, I also tried to deflect its attacks, and my whole right arm and shoulder were injured in the process.

'That felt slightly good….'

Now, since I pulled the attention to the Augustride and Morton families, I could wander around as a normal student if I could even do that.

'Should visit her club?'

PUFF

Creating a small fire in my hand, I thought. Certainly, the Red Tower Master herself will contact me soon, but I was thinking about joining her club.

Of course, inside this academy, where countless different communities existed, one that belonged to the Red Tower of Magic also did.

They were pretty famous as well.

[Red]

It was a simple club name that didn't contain any complexity, but at the same time, a name that would put quite a lot of pressure on the ones hearing it.

"When are you going to show yourself?"

Just as I was walking further, I finally decided to call the rat that was listening to our voice.

"Ho? You are quite sharp~."

Following my words, an alluring but crude voice came. A voice I remembered but never heard in this world so far.

I turned my head to the newcomer beside me.

With black eyes reflecting her affinity with the earth, her long, flurry brown hair framed a face of strength and grit, tanned by the endless sun and seasoned by struggle.

She was a towering presence, a true Amazoness. Built tough like a mercenary from her early days, her body told tales of battles with its scars and brawn. From the pressure she was excluding alone, I could feel she was different from those little academy kids who didn't know much about the world and lived in their little heiresses.

As our eyes met, I felt a mutual understanding - we were both seasoned warriors, aware of the dangers that lay within each other.

The air between us seemed to crackle with the unspoken acknowledgment of each other's strength.

Most wouldn't know, but in the world of adventurers where everyone would eat another, the most optimal way to live is always respecting the person before your eyes. Even those who looked innocent and easygoing could slit your throat in minutes without hesitation.

"Who are you?" I asked, even though I knew her from the game. After all, she was a heroine- - one of the rare heroines I liked and respected while playing the game.

"You don't know me, I suppose?" She replied, looking at me with a curious gaze, but I could see a small desire and fire ignited in those pitch-black eyes.

'Sigh…..Did she watch the match?' I asked myself.

"Should I have?" I replied. At this point in the story, she had yet to build her reputation inside the academy.

"Fair enough," she said, approaching me with a sway in her step that exuded confidence. It was a peculiar mixture of arrogance and charm that was hard to find in this academy.

She leaned in closer, a playful glint in her eye. "I am Samira Rumbleflare, the sizzling flame of excitement in this rather dull academy."

The playful tone in her voice and the sparkle in her eyes spoke of mischief and adventure. She wasn't one to be confined by norms or expectations.

"An interesting title," I remarked, amused by her boldness. The way she didn't care about the norms and social structures of the society and directly approached the one she was interested in was something I quite liked about her in the game.

"Well, I strive to bring a little heat to the mundane," she replied with a wink, her voice dripping with flirtation.

"Is that so?" Deciding to play along with her antics, I replied.

"Absolutely. Life's too short for mediocrity," she chimed, seemingly undeterred by the atmosphere of the academy.

Even though her words were light-hearted, I could sense a fierce determination underneath, an adventurer's spirit that craved challenge and excitement. She was slowly pulling the subject to what she wanted.

"Indeed. Rather than living as an ordinary person and being forgotten in the pages of history, it is a lot better to die while being different while engraving your name to the world."

"Heh….Interesting….You still seemed to hold the same opinion you had in the academy entrance ceremony."

"I don't change my opinions often."

"So, you are just a stubborn bastard."

"If it is how you define being great, then I am."

"Ho? You seem to have quite an ego."

"I am not the one that introduced herself as a 'sizzling flame of excitement,' no. I am sure you are not the one to talk."

"Hahahaha…..You are quite funny, aren't you?"

"Perhaps," I responded, a tinge of amusement in my voice; however, soon enough, the playtime was over. "Enough about me. What's brought you to this quiet corner, overhearing our conversation?"

My words may not look threatening, but they were actually a warning, showing that I knew she was listening.

Her eyes flickered momentarily, a subtle shift in her expression.

The flirty façade wavered, revealing a shrewd expression and a crazed smile underneath.

She was finally showing her true colors.

"Let's just say I have a penchant for intriguing people," she replied, her tone less playful and more calculated. "And you are on top of my list."

"So….Why am I intriguing?"

"Don't you know the reason?"

"What if I don't?"

"Then, I will be disappointed."

"This is not the time. I am busy."

"When you won't be?"

"Whenever I want. If you want to challenge me, you should seek opportunities from the academy."

"What if I insult you in front of everyone and challenge you to a duel?"

"You will die."

"Scary~... So, you are threatening me?" she retorted, her eyes now alight with a fiery determination.

"I don't make threats," I said calmly. "I simply state facts."

"Then let's make this interesting," she proposed, her challenging grin widening. "I'll be watching, and who knows, maybe I'll throw a little fire into your life."

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Take it as you wish."

With a last lingering smile, she turned and walked away, leaving me with the unsettling feeling that our paths were destined to cross again, and next time, it might not be as civil.