Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 153: Olivia

At the Academy.

After the grueling training session, where Kroger had thoroughly beaten them before methodically explaining to the students every mistake they had made, Kaiser, Julian, and Jasper were sitting in a corner of the cafeteria, attacking a recovery meal.

"If only you hadn’t charged headfirst, I could have avoided that kick to the chest," Jasper commented, meticulously cutting his hamburger with knife and fork.

"All your attacks were useless. I don’t get why you act so arrogant; you stank like shit the whole fight," Julian retorted while shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.

Jasper’s face remained impassive behind the blindfold covering his eyes. Only a slight tension in his jaw betrayed his irritation. "You look so frail. If you jerked off less, you’d have more strength. Having to protect the ass of a stupid human prevented me from fighting at my maximum."

"Shut up. And why are you eating a hamburger with a fork? Aren’t elves supposed to be vegetarians by default?"

"Indeed. But I need protein intake. I don’t really care about elven traditions."

Julian nodded, dropping the subject.

"Warrior Paragon, you’ve been quiet for a while now? Has the taste of defeat made you mute?" Jasper threw toward Kaiser.

Kaiser was drinking his fruit juice through a straw. His eyes, usually so sharp, were staring into the void in front of him.

[ Kris Donoghan is spreading rumors about you! ]

[ Prince Adrian Dantalion is wary of you! ]

’You killed Isaak. And now you’re fucking with me with this sadistic son of a bitch who killed his own father.’

[ Prince Adrian Dantalion is watching you... ]

"Shit..." Kaiser murmured, his hand tightening on his glass until it cracked.

’Fuckin’ shitty protagonist. I’m going to kill you.’

***

Wanting to return home, a driver had come to pick him up, and as any vigorous eighteen-year-old man, how could he refuse a princess’s invitation?

In the Dantalion imperial domain, adorned with lion crests, Kaiser was welcomed and escorted by Zane. They crossed immense corridors before arriving in front of a door.

Olivia Dantalion’s office perfectly reflected her personality: refined and slightly intimidating. The walls were lined with ancient maps and portraits of imperial ancestors. In the center, a large desk was buried under documents.

Olivia, seated behind it with an elegant and dominant posture, embodied an enchanting and intimidating imperial beauty. Her skin was of immaculate paleness, smooth as the finest silk, capturing the golden light filtering through the tall windows, highlighting every voluptuous curve of her body.

Opulent and firm breasts strained the satin fabric of her fitted gray dress, adorned with complex golden embroidery that hugged her wide hips and full thighs, emphasized by the way the garment molded to her silhouette.

Her long silver braid tipped with gold cascaded gracefully over her shoulder, brushing the roundness of her chest, while her golden eyes, piercing and luminous, shone with sharp, playful intelligence, framed by a face with fine and haughty features.

"Welcome, Kaiser D. Paragon. Please, take a seat."

Kaiser settled into the armchair facing her, keeping a neutral but attentive expression.

"So what do I owe the honor of the Empire’s princess’s invitation?"

"I’ll be direct, Kaiser," Olivia began, her fingers brushing the edge of her desk. "I have no intention of spending my life in the shadow of my brothers. The imperial throne... it interests me."

Kaiser remained silent, observing her. He knew that unlike a woman like Ariana, who used others to do her dirty work, Olivia preferred the support of allies to achieve her own projects. Both used manipulation and seduction, but their goals and methods differed just as much as their beauty.

"I see... I could have guessed..."

"I need someone powerful by my side. Solid support, not just a pawn," she continued, her gaze never leaving his. "And you have caught my attention."

"I appreciate your frankness, Princess," Kaiser replied, a slight smile on his lips. "I was planning to just refuse, but since you’re being so straightforward, I’m willing to listen to the end. What do you have to offer me?"

Olivia let out a light laugh.

"You’re a tough negotiator~"

She slowly crossed her legs, the motion drawing the eye to the smooth, bare length of her thighs as the fabric of her dress slid slightly.

"Are you trying to enchant me, Princess?" Kaiser asked, his tone remaining relaxed, almost amused.

"Enchant you?" she repeated, feigning offense with a charming pout. "No, I wouldn’t dare. After all, aren’t you still in love with Lady Hornraven?"

"Oh, I see you’ve done your little investigation. And it turns out you’re a bit wrong. I’ve moved on from that a long time ago..."

"Hmm~, if you say so, I believe you. Transparency is the foundation of any fruitful collaboration, isn’t it?"

"Of course," Kaiser agreed, perfectly aware that every gesture with her was calculated. He went along with it, playing the game. "So let’s talk transparency. What exactly do you want from me?"

"Your loyalty... You are talented and your family is wealthy..." she said, tilting her head slightly. "In exchange, you would have a privileged place in the new order of things. A place far higher than what my brother Adrian, or anyone else, could offer you."

"An enticing proposition," Kaiser commented, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But loyalty is earned, and it has a price. A price you haven’t defined yet. For a risk as great as going against the imperial heir and Adrian."

"Then let’s define it together," Olivia murmured, her smile widening, her golden eyes shining with a conquering gleam. "I’m sure we can find an arrangement... mutually beneficial."

Kaiser listened to Olivia’s words. At the same time, he analyzed the situation.

He recalled the details from the novel. Olivia Dantalion was a character whose fate was marked by suffering.

...

The reigning emperor was Leonard Dantalion. He ruled the theocratic Empire of Alexandria. The laws and doctrines of the empire imposed strict monogamy.

This rule was fundamental to the legitimacy of the imperial lineage. Yet eighteen years ago, a scandal had shaken the court. A servant from the palace’s private quarters had given birth to a daughter. Blood tests had confirmed the emperor’s paternity. The child was Olivia. Therefore, she was the biological half-sister of princes Julius and Adrian.