Rachael rested her chin on her interlaced fingers, golden eyes studying Alex with open interest.
"So… two Mythic classes in one family, and one of them is a secret older brother no one knew about," she said lightly. "The entire academy is losing its mind. Even the professors are whispering. Tell me, Alex… how does it feel to have competition from your own blood suddenly?"
She tilted her head, the long black hair sliding over one shoulder like a waterfall.
"And more importantly… what are you going to do about it?"
Alex rubbed his forehead, exhaling slowly.
"I don't know, Noona. One day, I'm just getting ready for the awakening… the next, my father brings a guy from nowhere." He sighed. "I don't know… I'm still not…"
Rachael stood up gracefully, the high slit of her dress revealing a flash of smooth thigh as she moved toward a nearby shelf. She took down a crystal decanter and poured herself a drink.
"What did Big Sis say?" she asked without turning around.
"Mother said she will take care of this," Alex replied. "Told me to focus on getting strong."
Rachael sipped her drink, then leaned back against the shelf, studying him.
"Well, I'm sure you can take care of your family business, but now that you've stepped into the academy, it's about time you start building your own following, Alex. You know, having your own strength is always the safest bet."
Alex nodded slowly.
"I will be delighted if you join the Student Council, but the decision is yours to make. Think about it — join here or start your own faction. Because…" She leaned forward, golden eyes gleaming. "I'm hearing whispers about how your brother is already making his moves."
Alex exhaled. "Thanks for the invite, Noona. I'll think this through and get back to you."
Rachael laughed softly, the sound rich and teasing. "Of course. Anything for my little brother. Don't be shy if you need anything. I'll be busy most of the time — contact Clark if you need me."
Alex nodded, stood up, and left the room with Sophia following close behind.
As soon as the door closed, he let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
Sophia chimed in quietly. "She really is terrifying, just like they say… The tension in that room felt like an ancient beast was watching us."
Alex nodded, eyes sparking with quiet determination. "Yeah…"
Back inside the office, a swirling golden portal tore open beside Rachael's desk.
A small golden serpent coiled around her neck, its scales shimmering with ancient power. A child-like yet irritated voice hissed from it.
"I don't know what you see in him, Rachael. He was just a boy — no awareness of his situation at all."
Rachael laughed lightly, stroking the serpent's head with one finger.
"Don't speak ill of my little brother, Master."
The serpent hissed again, eyes glowing with ancient knowledge.
"What is even more absurd is why that ancient class chose him… More than that, why did that hypocrite bastard choose him?"
Rachael's golden eyes sparked with interest.
"Master, isn't it about time you tell me more about these classes… and why the Gates appeared on Earth?"
The serpent did not reply immediately. Its eyes held the weight of eons.
"You're still a weakling. Stop asking about truths you cannot handle yet."
It paused, then continued.
"Tell me what you gathered about that other kid."
Rachael's expression turned serious; she leaned forward, voice low and probing.
"Before I tell you anything, tell me why you're so interested in him. This isn't like you. You even woke from your precious sleep the moment he awakened."
The serpent's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something ancient and unreadable passing through them.
"Because even I do not know the origin of his class… or what it can truly do."
Rachael's golden eyes widened slightly, a rare flash of genuine surprise crossing her flawless face.
The serpent continued, voice low and heavy.
"That is why I woke. That is why I am watching."
***
The next morning, the first-year academy uniforms were delivered to every dorm at dawn.
Lucas walked out of the elevator with Yuna at his side, both now dressed in the standard first-year uniform.
Lucas's black-and-silver jacket fit his broad shoulders perfectly, the silver accents highlighting his muscular frame. His dark jeans and polished shoes completed the sharp, dangerous look.
Yuna's uniform had transformed with her body. The black-and-silver blouse stretched tightly across her newly heavy, full breasts, the fabric straining at every button. The skirt hugged her widened hips and plush, rounded ass, riding higher than intended on her thick thighs. Her long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a dark waterfall, and her rose-pink eyes glowed faintly with seductive power.
As they walked toward the advanced class building, heads turned everywhere.
Students stopped mid-step. Conversations died. Several boys literally walked into walls or tripped over their own feet, eyes glued to Yuna.
"Damn… who is that girl with Lucas Vanderbilt?"
"Her body… it's insane…"
"Look at that ass… and those tits… I can't even breathe…"
"Damn… this batch is cursed."
Yuna, who had spent years hiding from stares, felt strangely calm. The more eyes followed her, the more her new confidence grew. The succubus bloodline hummed warmly inside her, turning the attention into fuel rather than fear.
Lucas smiled faintly, hands in his pockets, clearly enjoying the reactions.
They entered the advanced class hall — a luxurious room with high ceilings, Glossy desks, and private study nooks reserved for Apex and high-Proven students.
Alex, Chloe, and Ethan were already seated. Ethan's eyes popped wide the moment he saw Yuna. He shook Alex's shoulder frantically.
"Alex… I think I just found my soulmate…"
Alex sighed, but even he couldn't hide his surprise at the breathtaking woman walking beside his stepbrother.
Vivienne, who had been half-asleep with her head on her arm, lifted her face at the sound of footsteps. Her eyes widened when she saw Yuna.
"Lucas… this—"
Her words caught in her throat as she took in Yuna's transformed beauty.
A melodic, warm voice echoed through the hall.
"Everyone, please be seated."
The golden-haired professor from the awakening ceremony stepped in — warm energy radiating from her soft, kind face, yet her body was devastating. Full, heavy breasts strained against her blouse, and her busty, rounded ass swayed with every step, making the fabric of her robe shift noticeably.
She smiled brightly.
"My name is Professor Ava Whitlock. Welcome to your first official class in the advanced track."
Lucas sat in the advanced class hall with Vivienne on his left and Yuna on his right. The seating arrangement drew more than a few stares. Damien Blackthorn, a few rows away, couldn't keep his eyes off Yuna. His gaze lingered on her transformed figure with open lust, jaw tight with irritation.
This bastard keeps getting on my nerves.
Several students whispered among themselves, the jealousy thick in the air.
"Two beauties sitting with him… how the hell does he do it?"
"Lucas Vanderbilt really is living the dream."
"Those two girls are on another level… I'd kill to be in his place."
Ava Whitlock tapped her desk lightly. The soft sound carried through the hall like a gentle command, drawing every student's attention.
"Now then," she began with a warm smile, "shall we start with attendance?"
A wave of confused murmurs rippled through the room.
Ava's smile widened, playful yet elegant. "I'm only joking. Let's begin properly."
She straightened, her golden hair catching the light as she addressed the class.
"I am Professor Ava Whitlock. For the foreseeable future, I will be guiding you through the fundamentals — what classes truly are, how their ranks function, and how you can ascend through the levels."
A holographic chart materialized in the air beside her, glowing with clean, organized data.
"Many of you already know the basics, but allow me to be brief. Classes range from Common all the way to Legendary."
A cheeky male student raised his hand. "Professor, isn't it up to Mythic class now?"
Ava's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, yes. We do have our two Mythic boys here, don't we?"
She glanced briefly toward Lucas and Alex before continuing. "So, does anyone care to explain why students are divided according to their class grade when every new awakener starts at E-rank?"
Vivienne leaned slightly toward Lucas, her voice a hushed whisper. "I left for half a day, and you already found another beauty beside you."
Lucas turned toward her, his face close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath. A slow, teasing smile curved his lips.
"Then don't leave me alone next time. Who knows what might happen?"
Vivienne's cheeks flushed. "Wha… what—"
Ava observed the quiet flirting in the back row but chose not to comment. Instead, she nodded toward the twin-tailed girl in the front row who had raised her hand.
Kira stood up, voice steady despite her nerves. "It's because our class grade determines our potential. No matter how hard an Uncommon-grade swordsman trains or bleeds, he can never catch up to an Epic-grade magic swordsman."
Ava smiled approvingly. "Correct, Kira. Well said."
Kira flushed and quickly sat back down.
"But it's not only that," Ava continued. "It's also because of the fundamental differences between each class." The holographic chart shifted, showing side-by-side examples. "Let's take a simple scenario. A Rare-grade awakener fights an Epic-grade awakener. How do you think the result will go?"
Many students laughed. "Of course, the Epic wins, Professor."
Ava smiled. "It seems obvious, doesn't it? But what if the Rare-grade is a combat specialist and the Epic-grade is a support type?"
The hall fell silent.
"See?" Ava said. "Just as Kira explained, your class is only a possibility of what you can become. There is no guarantee. In battle, the one who utilizes everything they have — regardless of grade — will always triumph over the fool who believes a Legendary class alone makes them special."
Several students turned to glance at Lucas and Alex, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
Ava continued smoothly. "Now, how do we level up? Anyone?"
Multiple hands shot up.
"Killing monsters, Professor."
"Training, Professor."
Ethan called out with a grin, "Having a rich friend, Professor."
Ava laughed softly. "That's actually true in some cases."
She gestured to the chart again. "Every rank requires progression from Level 1 to Level 100. Once you reach Level 100, you receive a Rank-Up Quest. Each quest is unique, so don't bother asking your seniors for details. Upon completion, you advance to the next rank, and your level resets to 1. This process repeats all the way up to S-rank."
A student raised his hand. "Professor, then how do we reach SS-rank?"
Ava shook her head with a small smile. "SS-rank is not something either you or I need to worry about right now."