Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 107: Future Duke, aren’t you a bit too unscrupulous?

Chapter 107: Future Duke, aren’t you a bit too unscrupulous?

Adrian’s office in the princely manor of Skycity was silent, vast, and orderly. Large bay windows overlooked the outside, where a magical projection device broadcast the Academy entrance exam in real time. The images showed a ravaged terrain, dust still suspended, and two figures in motion. One of them, spear in hand, was clearly identifiable.

Adrian stood near the desk, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the scene. Isabella sat nearby, upright, hands clasped on her knees. Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed slight tension.

"It’s quite surprising, Lady Isabella," Adrian said in a measured tone, glancing at her briefly before turning his attention back to the fight.

She turned her head slightly toward him. "I’m sure there’s an explanation. Kris isn’t that kind of person."

A half-smile appeared on the prince’s face. "Well, I’m not judging your brother. Even if it’s illegal, everyone has their hobbies."

Isabella frowned slightly. "I’m telling you it’s not that..." She let out a quiet sigh, then turned her attention back to the image. In her mind, one thought imposed itself.

’Kris, what have you done now?’ He knew his brother could be stubborn, but buying a slave—he wouldn’t dare. Even if there was no proof of what she was saying. It had still tarnished the Donoghan name.

Adrian turned away from the projection for a moment to observe her. "It’s nothing serious, Lady Isabella. Something illegal doesn’t mean it’s bad."

She turned toward him more directly. "Really!?"

He approached then, his voice becoming softer. "For example, my love for you is disrespectful to my older brother and illegal in the eyes of our emperor. But your beauty is so irresistible that I’m willing to take the risk."

Isabella tensed slightly as she tucked her red hair behind her ear. "*Sigh*... that wasn’t the subject, Prince Adrian. And please, Your Majesty, avoid that risk. You’re putting me in a delicate position..."

Adrian smiled, gently took her hand, and placed a kiss on it... If one looked closely, one could even see a trace of saliva; he was literally drooling over Julius’s fiancée.

"Don’t be embarrassed, Lady Isabella. Just listen to your heart."

She kept a slight, strained smile. ’If I listened to my heart, I would have already slapped you,’ she thought, without letting anything show.

...

The fight suddenly shifted in intensity. Kris immediately stopped all speech. His gaze, previously tinged with embarrassment and a desire to explain, emptied of all emotion, leaving only blind impulsiveness.

He straightened fully, planting his feet firmly in the ground with a solid stance, and gripped his spear tightly with both hands. At that moment, any intention of dialogue or provocation vanished; his sole objective became the neutralization of his opponent.

Kara attacked first, following the aggressive instinct that had guided her from the start. She initiated with a feint to the left, then slid low to breach his guard before striking head-on.

"You’ve been feinting from the beginning; it won’t work!"

A direct punch targeted his abdomen, followed without transition by a circular kick aimed at his head. Kris took the impacts without stepping back a single pace. The shocks vibrated through his torso and resonated in his light armor, but he didn’t bend. On the contrary, he used the proximity to counter immediately.

His spear struck with increased speed, amplified by a gust of wind he released at the point of impact. The air exploded around the weapon’s tip with a sonic bang.

Kara was forced to deflect the blow with a Parry, but the pure kinetic force hurled her violently to the side, off balance.

Before she could regain her footing, Kris followed up. He pivoted on his supporting foot, using the momentum to bring down the shaft of his spear in a crushing downward strike.

The spear, reinforced by wind and flames, struck Kara on her right flank. The shock was so powerful that she felt the air brutally leave her lungs, a sharp pain radiating from her ribs.

"Ahhrrrhh *Cough* You *Cough* You finally show your true face, you filthy pig."

She desperately tried to seize the initiative by forcing close combat. She closed in, chaining a series of rapid punches. However, Kris did not retreat.

He used his weight and superior strength to push her back with a violent shoulder charge to the sternum, forcing her to lose ground. He then planted the tip of his spear into the ground at his feet and triggered a point-blank spell.

<Gust of Wind>

A burst of compressed air exploded at minimal distance, lifting Kara off the ground. She was hurled backward and slammed into the trunk of a tree with enough force to crack the wood. She collapsed at the base of the tree, dazed.

"Ah... Ah... I can’t... I can’t get up anymore... he’s too strong."

Kris then advanced with slow, measured steps. The dragon tattoo carved on his shoulder suddenly blazed with vivid, constant flames. These flames spread along the spear, enveloping the weapon in an intense halo of heat.

Simultaneously, the roots of his hair began to lose their color, gradually turning an ashen white. His breathing was now heavy but perfectly controlled; each exhalation released hot wisps of smoke into the air.

He raised his flaming weapon and struck again. Every attack was now violent and devoid of any hesitation.

Kara, struggling to her feet, tried to block with her forearms and dodge, but her arms trembled under the force of the impacts. A horizontal strike slipped through her weakened guard and hit her shoulder. A second, a pommel blow struck her solar plexus. Finally, a low thrust slammed full force into her stomach. Tearing her flesh where her ugly scar already was.

Her breath completely cut off, Kara spat a jet of blood and collapsed to her knees, unable to rise.

’I’m still... so weak!’ She roared inwardly while clutching the earth beneath her palm.

Kris then raised his spear, the flaming tip aimed at the nape of her neck to finish her.

"Give up, half-beast."

At that precise moment, a blurred silhouette crossed the space between them at incredible speed.

"Huh!?"

Kris instinctively leaped backward. But a kick slammed into his chest with extreme violence.

The impact was so powerful that his body was torn from the ground and hurled backward like a sack of shit. He flew through the air for twenty meters, snapping three successive tree trunks in his path, before crashing heavily into a thicket, raising a cloud of dust and debris.

The silhouette, now motionless and standing between Kara and Kris’s trajectory, revealed itself to be a man with one eye emitting a bluish glow.

He slowly patted Kara’s head.

Kris spat blood as he raised his head: "Kuh... YOU!"

A cold voice, laden with silent contempt, then rose in the restored silence.

"Future duke, aren’t you a bit too unscrupulous? You wanted to buy her as a slave. Now that you see her free and standing, your only response is to try to subdue her by force, publicly, to soothe your wounded pride. Do you believe your title places you above the laws of the emperor?"