Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 577 Victor! Iʼll buy you chocolate! Pretty please!!!

After the Principal ran off, Aether disguised himself as Victor once again and walked through the Academy corridors, his sharp eyes observing the bustling activity. The students were deeply engrossed in their written exams, heads bent over their papers.

He knew Selene and the others had already completed their exams and left for the two-month vacation. While he didnʼt entirely agree with the idea of taking time off—especially with

The Beginning

looming only six months away—he decided to let it slide.

Since everyone deserved rest!

Anyway, the reason he came here was that he was looking for someone....

After his recent growth spurt and the changes to his aura, his appearance had shifted significantly. He no longer looked exactly like the Aether of old. Even without the disguise, his face had grown more refined, more mature—a stark departure from the Servant he once was.

ʼHeh, ruler of an empire and yet... still a servant to a child. My life is truly ironic,ʼ Victor mused wryly, shaking his head at the thought.

Kai and Selene had returned home along with... his clone. While the clone was more than sufficient to handle mundane tasks, there were certain matters that only the real Aether could deal.

For those, he needed a flawless illusion.... one so convincing it could even deceive him.

An illusion like the one that once brought him to his knees. The Head of Aurelia, a masterpiece of deception that had manipulated Aether to the point of losing control and killing Jack Sparrow.

And the creator of that illusion?

Ashara Nightfire! Read new chapters at

Ashara wasnʼt exactly the most bright of students. As Victor made his way to the library, he found her slumped over a desk, her face buried in an open book. Drool pooled on the pages, creating a rather unbecoming sight.

Victor sighed, shaking his head, ʼHow did someone this lazy manage to rank third in the admissions?ʼ

He approached her quietly, taking a seat beside her. For a moment, he simply watched her peaceful, if somewhat undignified, slumber.

ʼA half-succubus, huh?ʼ he recalled Nightfireʼs words about herself, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Unable to resist teasing her, Victor reached out and pinched her nose gently. He watched her serene expression morph into discomfort as her breathing became laboured.

”Mmm... arrmmm...” she groaned, her mouth opening instinctively to gulp for air.

Victor leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in her pointed ear, ”Wake up, or I might just stuff your mouth with something~”

”W-WHAT?!” she shrieked, her eyes snapping open in alarm.

SSHHH!

The librarian hissed at her, glaring pointedly.

”Sorry!” Ashara squeaked, bowing her head in embarrassment. She quickly sat up straight, her face flushed as she shot Victor a glare. ”W-What the hell are you doing here?!”

Victor shrugged nonchalantly. ”I should be the one asking you, Ashara. Whatʼs a third-ranker like you doing, still struggling with your exam prep?”

Asharaʼs initial indignation melted away at the seriousness in his tone. Still, she couldnʼt help but glance at him warily, her mind lingering on his earlier threat, ʼWhat he gonna stuff in my mouth?ʼ she wondered.... but She sighed and muttered, ”Itʼs not like that, Victor... or, uh, E-Emper—”

”Thereʼs no need for titles between us,” Victor interrupted smoothly, flashing her a wink.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly at his casual tone, a small smile tugging at her lips. ”Fine, Victor,” she said softly. ”But itʼs not what you think. Iʼm just... a slow learner, thatʼs all. I need more time to process things.”

Victorʼs brow lifted in surprise before he nodded thoughtfully. ”I see. Well, that explains a lot.”

Ashara stared at him, her expression incredulous. ”D-Do you trust me? Just like that?”

Victor frowned, puzzled by her reaction, ”Why wouldnʼt I? Youʼre my friend. Of course, I trust you.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.

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Victorʼs sharp gaze swept the library, noting a few students whispering and casting curious glances their way. ʼWhatʼs going on here?ʼ he wondered, sensing their quiet scrutiny.

Ashara, seemingly oblivious, broke the silence. ”Donʼt you have an exam to write?” she asked while flipping through her book, her tone casual.

”Of course I do,” Victor replied, just as casually.

”Hmm?” Ashara frowned at his nonchalance. ”Then why arenʼt you studying?”