**Chapter 1: The Wish and the Courtyard**
The moment Lila Voss opened her eyes in the four-poster bed of the academy dormitory, she knew she was no longer the quiet, loving man who had died under fluorescent hospital lights. She was now *her*—the cannon-fodder villainess of *Eternal Hearts Academy*, a cringe-worthy otome game disguised as a romance novel. Pale skin, long silver hair, emerald eyes that had once sneered at the heroine in every route. The body felt foreign, delicate, curvy in ways that made her breath catch. But the voice in her head was clear.
**[Wish System Online. Unlimited wishes granted. No upper limit. Warning: The heroine, Aria Lune, receives double the effect of every wish you make for yourself.]**
Lila sat up, heart hammering. Double. She could wish for anything. Wealth, power, revenge against the original novel's plot that doomed this body to expulsion, humiliation, death. But the first thing that bloomed inside her chest wasn't hatred.
It was love.
She had read the novel. She knew Aria—gentle, kind, silver-eyed angel with hair like midnight, the commoner who captured every capture target's heart. Lila had always thought, in her previous life, that if she could have loved anyone like that…
"I wish," she whispered, voice trembling, "to completely, obsessively fall in love with Aria Lune. And I wish for her to fall for me even harder, deeper, more desperately than I fall for her."
The world shimmered. Heat flooded her chest, her cunt, her throat. It wasn't gentle. It was violent, consuming, like swallowing fire. She gasped, thighs clenching as slick soaked through her silk panties. Images of Aria flooded her: smiling, blushing, crying out her name. Lila wanted to kneel at her feet, crawl to her, beg to be owned.
And somewhere across the academy grounds, in the heroine's dorm, Aria Lune woke with a cry, fingers already between her legs, gasping Lila's name like a prayer. The love hit her twice as hard—obsessive, needy, possessive. She would never let Lila go.
Lila panted, fingers digging into the sheets. The love was real. Perfect. But the system's warning echoed.
Double.
She licked her lips, dark excitement curling in her belly. She could wish for anything. And Aria would get twice as much.
Her second wish came out in a husky whisper.
"I wish for Aria to secretly watch while five huge black men—my personal servants, each with massive, thick, veined cocks—rape and gangbang me in the central courtyard during lunch hour. One forces his cock down my throat until I choke. One pounds my pussy. One stretches and ruins my ass. The other two force their cocks into my nipples—stretching the holes wide enough to fuck them like cunts. I want them to degrade me completely: make me wear nothing but a dog collar, force me to bark like a bitch while they use me. Let every student who wants to join in—fuck my mouth, my holes, cover me in cum, spit on me, slap me, call me a worthless villainess slut. Make it public. Make it humiliating. Make it endless."
The air thickened. Reality bent.
Lila's uniform vanished, replaced by nothing but a thick black leather collar engraved with "Freeuse Bitch" in silver letters. A leash appeared in the hand of the first man who materialized beside her bed—tall, muscled, skin like polished ebony, cock already hard and dripping, easily twelve inches and thicker than her wrist.
They were hers now. Servants created by the wish. Five of them. Monsters.
They dragged her naked through the halls. Students stared, whispered, phones already out. Lila's cheeks burned, but her cunt dripped down her thighs. She loved Aria. She wanted Aria to see this.
The courtyard was packed. Lunch hour. Hundreds of eyes turned as the five men threw her to the cobblestones in the center.
"On your knees, bitch," the leader growled.
Lila dropped instantly, knees scraping stone. The collar's leash was yanked, forcing her head up.
"Bark."
She whimpered, then barked—sharp, desperate yips that echoed off the academy walls. Laughter erupted. Phones flashed.
The first man—throat—grabbed her silver hair and rammed his cock past her lips without warning. The head hit the back of her throat instantly; she gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't stop. He fucked her face like a fleshlight, balls slapping her chin, drool and precum pouring down her chest.
At the same moment, the second man knelt behind her, lined up with her soaked cunt, and slammed in to the hilt. No prep. No mercy. Her scream was muffled around the cock in her throat. He was so thick she felt like she was splitting. He pounded brutally, hips snapping, each thrust forcing her forward onto the throat cock.
The third man spread her ass cheeks, spat on her hole, and forced his way in. Dry at first—pain exploded, white-hot. Lila's body jerked, tears streaming, but her cunt clenched harder around the cock in her pussy. Double penetration, then triple. She was stuffed, stretched beyond reason.
Then the nipple men.
They grabbed her breasts—already swollen from arousal—and pinched her nipples until they were hard, red peaks. One produced a thin metal rod, heated by some unnatural means, and pressed it to her left nipple. The pain was blinding. She screamed around the throat cock as he forced the rod through, piercing straight through the nipple, creating a raw, bleeding tunnel.
The other did the same to the right.
Then they replaced the rods with their cocks.
The head of the first nipple cock pushed against the fresh hole. It resisted—too small. He forced it anyway, stretching the pierced flesh wider, tearing slightly. Blood trickled down her breast as the head popped in. Then the shaft followed, inch by agonizing inch, fucking the raw channel like a second cunt.
The second nipple cock did the same.
Now she was being fucked in six places at once: throat, pussy, ass, both nipples. The pain was overwhelming, searing, but pleasure rode it like a wave. She came almost immediately—hard, violent, squirting around the cock in her pussy, body shaking.
The crowd roared.
Students surged forward. Hands grabbed her, cocks appeared. A boy from her class shoved into her already-filled mouth alongside the first, stretching her lips painfully. Another forced into her pussy beside the servant's cock—double vaginal, impossible stretch. Someone else took her ass alongside the third servant.
Her nipples were pumped relentlessly, the cocks sliding through the pierced holes, blood and precum mixing.
They made her bark between thrusts. Every time she stopped, someone slapped her face, her tits, her ass. Spit landed on her cheeks, her back. Cum started to splatter—first the throat man pulled out and painted her face, thick ropes across her eyes, nose, mouth. She swallowed what she could, coughing.
"Bark, slut!"
"Arf! Arf!" she cried, voice hoarse.
More students joined. A girl sat on her face, grinding her cunt against Lila's tongue, forcing her to lick while she was still being triple-penetrated. Boys jerked off onto her back, her hair, her collar.
She lost count of the orgasms. Hers. Theirs. Cum leaked from every hole, dripped from her nipples like milk. Her body was slick, bruised, marked with handprints, bite marks, hickeys.
And all the while, hidden behind a pillar at the courtyard's edge, Aria Lune watched.
The heroine's thighs were clenched, skirt hiked up, fingers buried in her own cunt. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushed crimson. Every thrust into Lila, every bark, every slap—hit Aria twice as hard.
The system's double effect.
When Lila came again, screaming around two cocks in her mouth, Aria's back arched, a silent scream tearing from her throat as she orgasmed twice as violently. When the servants painted Lila's breasts with cum, Aria felt phantom cocks stretch her own nipples, twice the burn, twice the fullness. When students called Lila a worthless whore, Aria's cunt clenched so hard she nearly blacked out from the double humiliation-shame-pleasure loop.
She watched her beloved villainess—her everything—be reduced to a cum-drenched, barking fucktoy.
And she came again. And again. And again.
Double.
Lila's eyes found Aria's in the crowd, just for a second. Through the blur of cum and tears, she smiled—broken, loving, triumphant.
She had wished for this.
And Aria was getting twice as much.
The courtyard orgy continued for hours. Lila was passed around, holes gaping, voice gone from barking and screaming. Cum pooled beneath her. Her collar was soaked, leash used to drag her from one group to the next.
Aria never looked away.
When the sun began to lower, the servants finally stepped back. Lila lay in the center, trembling, every inch of her covered in drying cum, bruises blooming like dark flowers.
Aria slipped away, legs shaking, her own panties soaked through, thighs slick with her own release.
She would find Lila later.
She would claim her.
Twice as hard.
Twice as deep.
Twice as forever.