Multiverse Academy with a Naughty System

To Basara's delight, Moka calmed down the butler Bartholomew before he got any angrier. This gave Basara time to explain that they had done nothing that went too far beyond the limits imposed by the school.

After that, Bartholomew drove the carriage normally through the city streets. Moka and Basara, alone inside the carriage, had a bit of time to talk alone, but Moka didn't ask about Basara's new acquaintance. She probably imagined that he was tired of hearing so many questions on this subject and just commented on the lessons.

When the carriage arrived in front of Basara's house, which was on a quiet street in the big city, she asked Bartholomew to close the door that allowed the coachman to see the carriage crew for a minute. He didn't even question why, because he knew what was about to happen.

There, inside the carriage, Moka sucked some more of Basara's blood with his consent. Fortunately, this helped him get more Naughty Points.

[+10 Naughty Points.]

Basara then got down from the carriage and saw Basara leaning forward a little from the carriage through the window. As the carriage moved, she waved and exclaimed:

"Don't worry, Basara-kun, I'll keep my end of the bargain tomorrow!"

Basara's cheeks flushed, wondering what he could ask for. If today she asked for a kiss, and he easily accepted, the next move was to be a little more damaging.

Basara then turned and faced his house. It was a modest house, with an ordinary entrance and no front yard, just a small entrance hall before the door. He climbed the three-storey staircase, entered the hall and touched the doorknob. A white magic circle appeared above the doorknob and glowed, allowing him to enter. So Basara turned the handle and opened the door. He dropped his bag on the floor of the entrance after closing the door and quickly took off his shoes.

As he took a step forward, already thinking about what he was going to eat, he heard a whistle.

"Pheeew!"

He looked back and saw Vermeil standing where he had just been. For a few minutes, he had completely forgotten about her and that now it was no longer just him at home.

"This place is much bigger than that book where I was kept a prisoner for three hundred years."

Basara's eyes slowly moved down from her red eyes to her completely naked body. This time, her legs weren't black and hairy like when she was in the salon. In fact, they looked like the completely normal legs of a woman, including what was between her legs.

"W-what are you doing? I haven't asked you to leave yet!"

"Ahh, I've been confined for a long time. I won't always be trapped in a silly cocoon made for small creatures, like family members." She stretched, raising her hands high, and this made her breasts stand up too.

Basara immediately looked away. "A-at least put some clothes on, please."

Vermeil looked at Basara and, seeing that cute reaction, with her cheeks rosy and trying to avoid looking, she smiled. Vermeil took a few steps forward and pushed him, causing him to fall on his butt.

On the floor, with his back practically against the wooden planks and his face flushed, Basara only saw that Vermeil was nearby when she was already around him with both arms. Vermeil leaned over him, so that her large breasts were already touching him and he could smell her intoxicating scent.

"You're really cute, Basara... To be honest, I don't think the request you made earlier was fair. You were practically forced into it in that situation. Now that we're alone, I'll do anything you ask." She brought her mouth close to his right ear and repeated: "Anything..."

He swallowed, seeing her so close, but then became serious.

"Vermeil, I understand you need mana, but I will not do anything impulsive for it. We can make a deal... to set limits." Basara said, not looking away.

With her arms still resting on the ground, she stepped back and looked him in the eye. "Limits? Hmm... Sounds like you're a bit conservative."

"I'm just not desperate... but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to collaborate. For now, I can offer you mana through a... simple contact like earlier. That should be enough for you to get a decent amount of mana, right?"

Vermeil's smile widened. "It's so rare to meet someone so young and so mature. For me, it's charming."

She held her position for a moment before pulling away a little, raising one hand to scratch the back of her head.

"If that's how you want to do things, I'll accept your conditions for the time being. However, since you don't want to use the most effective method, we'll do it twice a day, and I'll choose those times." She stood up.

"All right, I don't mind. N-now, can you put some clothes on?"

Vermeil smiled and then tossed her hair back with both hands. From her neck, a black dress formed, enveloping her entire body. It was a dress with no neckline, but it was short and tight enough to show off the great curves of her body.

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Minutes later, Basara was once again in the bath, trying to relax like the day before. However, relaxing was much more difficult. It was only his second day in this world and so many things had already happened.

In order not to end up losing himself with this new power, Basara gave himself three rules for controlling himself and would respect them more than anything else.

The first rule was that he wouldn't do anything to get Naughty Points. If he were to do things that tarnished who he was, like looking for a harlot to get points for an entire night, he might get powerful faster, but even if it meant defeating the faceless man, he would return to his world as someone completely different.

The other two rules didn't stray too far from the conceptual idea of the first, and were "Never hurt or manipulate someone emotionally or physically to gain power" and "Don't rely on external power to the detriment of my own growth". In other words, Basara didn't want someone to suffer in order for him to become stronger, and he also didn't want to rely 100% on this ability granted to him by the faceless man. Continuing to train was essential.

Well, these rules were essential for him to stay focused, but something told him that women like Vermeil would be the biggest temptation.

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