I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead-Chapter 17: Fuck The Second Heroine! (1)

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"What do you mean I'm not part of a House?!"

The housing system at Irasios Academy was as rigid as the constellations themselves. Every student was assigned to one of the four elemental Houses: Fire of Solarius, Water of Lunaris, Air of Mercurial, or Earth of Terranova, which were based on their sun sign. It was simple, straightforward, and, most importantly, mandatory.

But this was not how her grand entrance into the academy was supposed to go.

Fate manipulation, my ass...

Surviving the first day was already an achievement. That was just orientation though.

The real nightmare began on the second day.

At least this time, she hadn't been publicly executed. Progress!

"Ophiuchus does not belong to any element," the House Magister explained, adjusting her glasses with an air of academic disinterest. "They are elementless. A blank slate. An enigma, if you will."

"So basically, a glitch in the system?"

"I wouldn't phrase it like that, but... there is little known about Ophiuchus. It is said to embody aspects of both Scorpio and Sagittarius, but it does not align with any of the traditional Houses."

"Then just throw me into whichever one I seem to have the strongest affinity with," Verena suggested, waving a dismissive hand.

The Magister considered this. "I suppose that will do."

She handed over her Natal Birth Chart, a detailed Birth Map that functioned like a celestial ID. The Magister scanned it, humming thoughtfully.

"Ah, so your Dominant Sign is Leo. That constellation has a strong influence over your chart," she noted. Then, with an almost amused smirk, she added, "However... I must warn you. Your roommate situation is... unfortunate."

Verena barely registered the warning.

Who cared? As long as she wasn't a houseless vagabond just because fate decided to slap her with the 'Conduitor of the Lost Zodiac' title.

Or so she thought.

Because the moment she reached her new dorm room-

BAM! BANG! THUNK!

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Screams. Something crashing against the walls. Unintelligible, rage-fueled curses rattling the door.

"@#%@#%^@#$^&!^!"

"!#^@$#^@#!^&!&!#"

What in the actual celestial hell was happening?!

She turned to the House Magister for an explanation, only to find that the woman had pulled a mystical Houdini and vanished.

Did I just get assigned to the final boss's dungeon?

Swallowing her hesitation, she hesitantly reached for the doorknob.

SMACK!

A pillow came flying at full velocity, striking her face like a fluffy but oddly painful slap of destiny.

It stung. More than it should have.

But she refused to give whoever was inside the satisfaction of a reaction.

Instead, she slowly peeled the pillow off her face and let it drop to the floor.

"There's no way I'm gonna be roommates with you!"

A shrill, indignant voice shattered the air.

Verena groaned, rubbing her eyes as her vision adjusted. A pink-haired girl with piercing blue eyes stood in front of her, radiating outrage.

... Wow. She was tiny.

Verena's neck was already protesting from having to look down so much.

4'11? 5'0?

Somewhere in that tragic height range.

Meanwhile, Verena herself stood gloriously at 5'11, practically a celestial giant in comparison.

Wait...

She blinked. Then blinked again.

As she finally processed who stood before her, she felt her soul ascend, her spirit leave her body, and her entire existence glitch into a state of existential crisis.

Like a helpless farm animal caught in the headlights of fate.

"Sera Anverre?..." her words died in her throat.

To be honest, Beatrice wasn't even the heroine she hated most in the novel.

No, that honor belonged to one particular menace.

The second heroine.

Sera Anverre.

The pint-sized tryhard girlboss who had zero self-preservation.

The reckless gremlin who threw herself into fights she had no business being in because apparently, her survival instincts were set to negative.

The most irritating female lead. The dumbest one. The self-righteous one. The Socrates. The walking disaster who once decided to square up against a villain and almost got everyone killed.

And now?

That same insufferable, pint-sized disaster was going to be her roommate for the rest of the school years.

...The stars were definitely out to get her.

"W-Wha—" Verena's voice climbed a few octaves. "Who the hell are you to decide where I go?!"

"I refuse to share a room with a woman like you." Sera clicked her tongue, arms crossed, all 4'11 of her radiating pure brat energy. "You're nothing but trouble."

"Right. And I think you seriously lack self-awareness." Verena sighed, walking further into the room because if this little gremlin was going to pick a fight, she might as well be comfortable.

"What did you just say?!"

"I said you lac— ARGH!"

A sharp, searing pain shot through her hand.

...This unhinged little rat BIT HER.

Sera had latched onto her hand with her teeth. Like a feral street dog.

"LET GO, YOU DERANGED CHIHUAHUA!" Verena shrieked, violently shaking her arm.

The chaos they caused was so spectacularly loud that within minutes, they were dragged—no, escorted under threat of death—back to the office of the House Magister.

There, Turelia, the poor, exhausted woman who clearly did not get paid enough for this nonsense, rubbed her temples so hard it looked like she was trying to erase her own existence.

"It's her fault!"

"No, it's her fault!"

Both Verena and Sera pointed at each other like children caught fighting over a toy.

BAM!

"SHUT UP!" Turelia slammed both hands on the desk, making them both flinch. "And for the love of the stars, address me properly. I am Turelia, House Magister. If you two continue behaving like feral animals, I'll have no choice but to kick you out of both the House and the academy!"

"Isn't there literally any other room available? The last person I want as a roommate is some typical nepotism baby and self-absorbed noblewoman."

Verena took a slow, deep breath.

If she were even slightly more of a "typical noble," Sera Anverre's head would be decorating a spike right now.

This girl was beyond saving.

Every word she's spitting out is daring a death sentence.