Episode 3: A Predator’s FeastThe red glow of the sunset poured through the hallway windows. I slung the broom over my shoulder and walked slowly.

  The sensation of Eliza Hartmann’s thigh still lingered on my fingertips. I couldn’t stop thinking about her trembling as she gripped the desk, her hazy eyes as she tried to suppress her moans. The moment her warm skin brushed against my palm, her ears flushing red as she clung to her st shred of reason, barely managing to shout “Get away!” before fleeing—it all repyed in my mind.

  Heh. Where are you hiding, my little impa?

  I headed toward the library. It was after sunset, and most students had already left. Dust had settled between the bookshelves, and the old wooden floor creaked with every step. The air was thick with the scent of dust and aged books, tickling my nose.

  I set down my cleaning tools and began sweeping between the shelves, almost absentmindedly. Each brush of the broom sent tiny dust particles floating into the air. The few lingering eyes that had always ignored me now turned toward me, irritated by the dust.

  “Ugh… damn it. Why is he cleaning now?”

  Their gazes were like they were looking at trash. But beyond those gres, in the corner, a system window popped up.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann] [Conquest Progress: 75%] [Status: Rapidly Rising Arousal Level] [Warning: Next contact may reach conquest limit]

  There she is. My impa, Eliza, hiding behind that bookshelf.

  She told me to get lost and fled to the library, but somehow her progress went up by 5%. Huh. I didn’t even do anything… She ran and hid, so why did it go up by 5%? Heh.

  As I approached, she froze, like a deer caught in ice. Her silk blouse, damp with sweat, clung to her chest, the thin fabric outlining her curves vividly.

  Her navy skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the inner part of her thighs. Her silver hair was disheveled over her shoulders, a few strands sticking to her sweat-soaked neckline.

  Her violet eyes trembled as she looked at me. Her breathing was rapid.

  “You… you’re here again?”

  Her voice quivered as she spoke. I set the broom down and approached her slowly. My footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor.

  “I’m cleaning,” I replied. Her brows furrowed.

  “Why… why are you always where I am…?” She stammered, her voice breaking. Even as she spoke, her fingertips trembled as they clutched her skirt. Her hands shook faintly, gripping the fabric tighter.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann] [Conquest Progress: 78%] [Status: Physical Sensitivity at Limit] [Command: Grab her wrist]

  I didn’t hesitate this time—I grabbed her wrist. Her skin was soft and delicate, so slender my fingers nearly wrapped around it completely. She tried to pull away, but there was no strength in her resistance.

  “What… let go!” She shouted.

  Her voice wavered. I tugged her wrist lightly. She stumbled back against the bookshelf, causing the books behind her to shake. A few fell to the floor with a dull thud. Her breathing grew ragged.

  “Haa…”

  I tightened my grip on her wrist. She reached out to push me away, but her fingertips only brushed my arm. Sweat trickled down her neckline, forming a thin sheen over her colrbone. Her trembling hands crumpled the fabric of her skirt as she clutched it.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann] [Conquest Progress: 85%] [Status: Arousal Level on the Brink of Explosion] [Command: Brush the inside of her thigh]

  I lowered my hand, slipping it beneath her skirt to brush the inside of her thigh. The taut fabric of her stockings met my fingertips—warm and soft. Her legs trembled and parted slightly.

  “Ah… no… don’t…”

  She said no, but she didn’t close her legs. It was as if she was savoring my touch. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her white teeth. She leaned against the bookshelf, her thighs trembling even more. Her stockings stretched thin, on the verge of tearing.

  I pressed my fingers deeper. Her breath caught. “Mmm…” A moan escaped her lips. Her sweat-soaked neckline glistened in the moonlight. Her hand slipped on the bookshelf, leaving a sticky trail of sweat behind. Her legs parted further, her skirt riding up higher.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann] [Conquest Progress: 95%] [Status: On the Verge of Submission] [Command: Target her neck]

  I brushed my fingertips along her neckline.

  Her sweat-drenched skin was hot to the touch. She tilted her head back. Her silver hair spilled over the bookshelf, a few strands sticking to the book covers.

  “…Siwoo… your name’s Siwoo, right?” She called my name for the first time. Her voice was small and shaky. I pressed my lips to her neck. Her skin trembled faintly beneath me.

  “How did you know?” “Your name tag… on your chest.” Even as she spoke, her body seemed to stiffen.

  “You’re almost mine,” I whispered. Her breathing stopped. She closed her eyes, her eyelids trembling as her long shes cast faint shadows.

  “Haa… no… don’t…” Her voice was weak as she protested. Her hand grabbed my arm, but she didn’t push me away. Her nails dug into my skin, a slight sting spreading through me.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann] [Conquest Progress: 99%] [Status: Conquest Nearly Complete] [Message: Submission Preparation Complete – Awaiting Full Conquest]

  Her legs parted wider. Her grip on the bookshelf slipped, and her body leaned forward, pressing against me. Her chest met mine. Her blouse, soaked with sweat, revealed her skin beneath, accentuating her curves even more. She gasped for air.

  “Siwoo… I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

  I grabbed her waist. It was warm and soft, her curves fitting perfectly in my hands. Her grip on my arm tightened, her nails digging deeper, a sharp pain mixing with the heat. At that moment, the library door swung open.

  Tap… tap, tap!

  Footsteps echoed. The heavy sound of boots reverberated on the wooden floor, growing closer. It was her boyfriend, Kang Minjae. Tall, handsome, the most popur guy in school—he scanned the library. His bck uniform jacket hung over his shoulders, his neat hair slightly tousled.

  “Eliza? Are you here?” he called out. I pushed her into the small study room behind the bookshelf—a cramped space meant for four people to study in.

  Her body hit the desk, making it creak and wobble. Kang Minjae’s voice continued to echo through the library.

  I covered Eliza’s mouth with my hand. Her breath seeped into my palm, hot and damp. Her lips trembled against my hand as she grabbed it, her nails digging into my skin. A thin line of blood welled up on my palm.

  [Target: Eliza Hartmann] [Conquest Progress: 95%] [Status: On the Verge of Submission – Declining] [Warning: Submit her immediately]

  Damn… her tension must have dropped the progress. Kang Minjae passed by the study room, his shadow stretching long through the small window.

  I gripped Eliza’s waist tighter. Her legs tangled with mine. She held her breath.

  She seemed to be wrestling with her st shred of resistance—whether to push me away or give in. I lowered my hand. She exhaled sharply.

  “Haa… haa…” Her breath brushed my face.

  Her eyes met mine, filled with longing. My fingertips traced her jawline, the warmth radiating through me.

  Her lips parted slightly. Her hot, damp breath grazed my nose, and she closed her eyes. I cimed her lips with mine. She pressed her chest against me, wrapping her arms around me.

  I pushed her down onto the desk, grabbed her blouse, and tore it open. Pop, pop! The buttons scattered. Her bck bra revealed her chest, her sweat-soaked skin glistening in the light.

  “Haa… Siwoo… if you do this…”

  [Conquest Progress: 99%] [Status: Final Stage Before Submission] [Message: Complete the conquest quickly]

  “Eliza, you’re not here?” Despite a few onlookers, Kang Minjae shouted again.

  “Haa… haa… what do I do?” Even as she heard Kang Minjae’s voice, Eliza pulled me closer. I lifted her onto the desk, her body trembling beneath me. Her silver hair spilled over the table as she gasped, her eyes locked on mine. I pushed her skirt up, fully exposing her thighs.

  Inside her bck stockings, I caught a glimpse of bck ce panties.

  “Haa… where are you…?”

  I heard Kang Minjae’s footsteps as he headed toward the door. I grabbed her pantyhose and tore them apart with a loud rip. Pcing my hand on her bck ce panties, I looked at Eliza once more.

  My impa, panting in her bck bra and bck panties, taking her final breaths. My fingertips slowly traced the ce of her panties.

  The blue system window kept blinking, urging me to complete the final stage.

  The hunt was over. All that was left was to savor my feast. Moonlight poured through the library window.

  —End of Ep3