"Have you heard? Another demon witch sent to fight the Champion got captured this year..."

"Toyed with for three whole days and nights before they sent her back to the academy. Her legs wouldn’t even close properly."

"They say it left deep scars. Doubt she’ll ever volunteer as lead witch again."

"Sigh... Humans grow stronger with each generation. Rumor is the Demon King’s ready to surrender—offering girls as slaves to buy peace..."

"If that fails? He’ll probably force Princess Xia Ranshan of the Demon Realm into marriage with that human..."

On the sports field of the Demon Realm Central Girls’ Magic Academy, several succubi in track suits jogged while gossiping.

Luo Yu trailed silently behind two spade-tailed girls, face grim as she absorbed their chatter.

Her brow furrowed deeper at words like *surrender* and *slavery*.

But when they mentioned the princess she adored being taken as a concubine? Luo Yu’s expression turned furious.

No doubt about it—the girls of the Demon Realm stood at a life-or-death crossroads.

As one of them, Luo Yu felt it her sacred duty to save these soon-to-be-lost maidens.

She planted her feet, hands in pockets, scanning the field where girls exercised under the sun.

*Heh heh...*

Beneath the scorching heat, sweat glistened on exposed skin, mingling with sweet feminine scents to create an intoxicating aroma.

Luo Yu wiped a hint of drool from her lip, glanced down at her own slender frame, wiggled her thin legs, and patted the empty space between them.

Her eyes flickered—two parts anticipation, ninety-seven parts hunger, and a trace of regret.

This was an all-girls academy in the heart of the Demon Realm.

Beastkin girls. Succubi. Dark magic beauties.

Such perfect resources... yet she lacked the *tool* to claim them. What a waste.

Truth was, Luo Yu hadn’t been born here. Memories of her past life as a modern human still clung to her mind when she crawled from the womb.

Karma for dying a virgin loser? Instead of fading to black, she’d respawned in this world as a tiny native demon girl.

A second chance at life.

Orphaned and magically weak, Luo Yu still believed in her destiny.

Since birth, a voice echoed in her head: *You are invincible.*

At first she doubted it—but the voice never faded. Not a hallucination. A cheat skill.

Years passed with no sign of its power. Yet Luo Yu clung to her belief: she was the protagonist.

*Isn’t that how novels go?*

She survived to sixteen, growing into a stunning beauty even she got excited over.

Last year, she clawed her way into this academy.

Now she lived in the girls’ dorms with an adorably tsundere demon roommate. Halfway to a perfect life.

Girls brushed past her as she stretched, admiring pale thighs.

Just now, news of another captured demon witch had shaken the academy. For days, Luo Yu had overheard girls whispering, their brows tightening visibly.

*That useless Demon King’s signed more unequal treaties...*

Land and gold? Fine. But seizing girls as human slaves? Forcing the princess into marriage?

Unforgivable.

Poor as she was, Luo Yu burned at the thought of homeland lost and girls homeless.

All because some overpowered human Champion had appeared.

*Thwack!*

A sharp knock jolted her head.

"*The hell*—who’s sneak-attacking me?!"

Luo Yu spun around. Familiar face.

A girl in a gothic black off-shoulder dress, twin-tails tied with ribbons, yanked Luo Yu’s long hair backward.

"*Ow!*"

"Why aren’t you running?!" Qiu Xiaoshuang hauled her upright, slapping her forehead.

"Running? Wait—Xiaoshuang! Missed me that much? So eager to touch my body?"

Luo Yu turned, puzzled by her roommate’s panic.

Qiu Xiaoshuang—her third-year classmate, dormmate for over half a year. Close as sisters.

"Shut up! I’ve been searching everywhere! Why do you keep standing in open areas?!"

"Oh." Luo Yu struck a pose, hands on hips, eyes drifting to nearby legs. "I, Luo Yu, cultivate my soul here. It brings me joy."

"No time for jokes! The Demon King’s enforcers are here—rounding up girls with low magic levels as human slaves! Headmistress ordered me to hide you in the tunnels!"

"Trivial." Luo Yu shoved hands back in pockets, unfazed. "A few measly Demon King lackeys? Follow me. I’ll crush them with two punches."

"...You’re hopeless." Qiu Xiaoshuang yanked her arm and dragged her away.

Only after reaching the dorm basement tunnel did Qiu Xiaoshuang relax.

Watching her worried face, Luo Yu sighed softly.

"Great ambitions crumble when panic takes hold. Pathetic."

"I hate hiding too! But Luo Yu—you don’t want to be enslaved by humans! Or used as a broodmare for their spawn, do you?"

"...No." Luo Yu nodded slowly. "Didn’t know you cared this much. I’m touched..."

Qiu Xiaoshuang flicked her forehead. "Bat scouts are sniffing for magic traces outside. Less talk."

They hid in the pitch-black tunnel for a day and night.

When Qiu Xiaoshuang finally got the Headmistress’s message—*enforcers gone*—she slumped against the wall, tension melting.

Luo Yu’s lips curled into a slight smirk at her roommate’s exhausted face.

Qiu Xiaoshuang scowled. "Why are you grinning like a cow?"

"Ah, little Xiaoshuang," Luo Yu mused, "panicking at every crisis at your age? How will you become my right hand later?"

"When chrysanthemums bloom next year, I’ll usurp the Demon King’s throne. Make you my queen consort. No more fear."

"...Silent." Qiu Xiaoshuang crossed her arms, staring flatly at the underwear-less girl in a billowing coat.

Zero magic. Zero combat skill. Yet overflowing with delusional confidence.

*Orphan trauma?*

After half a year together, Qiu Xiaoshuang knew one thing for certain: Luo Yu was absolutely not normal.