"You're incredibly beautiful, Lady Milly. If you dressed up to impress me… consider me impressed," Prince Clovis said smoothly, his eyes drinking her in without even trying to hide it.
The girl standing before him wore a perfectly tailored summer outfit: light, elegant, and very intentional. She gave off that usual polite, refined air, her smile practiced to the point of perfection. She looked calm, elegant, like a proper high-class lady.
But Clovis could see through it. That smile wasn't real.
Her body might be on this date, but her heart and mind?
Totally absent.
Not that he gave a damn.
Whether she liked him or not didn't matter. He had already decided she would be his. Sooner or later, it'd happen.
Once his desire peaked, there wasn't a damn thing that could stop him from taking what he wanted.
The only reason he wasn't dragging her off to some secluded place to bend her over right now was because, unfortunately, he had already emptied himself into C.C. that morning, twice. After that kind of session, he was in full post-nut clarity, or as he liked to call it, sage mode.
His brain was functioning, not his dick.
That was the whole point, though.
If he didn't fuck C.C. raw before this date, he might've ended up doing something reckless in public, like letting his Ero Geass take over, and that could get messy real fast.
It'd be a pain in the ass if his Ero Geass flared up and turned the whole outing into a full-blown hentai scene in broad daylight.
That's why he went wild with C.C. beforehand. Blow off the steam. Burn off the hunger. Keep his urges in check so he wouldn't end up banging Milly in the middle of a café or something stupid like that.
Not that he needed that Geass bullshit to seduce a woman anyway.
His charm, his wit, and his silver tongue were more than enough.
Sure, if he was being honest, he didn't want a real "date" with Milly either.
What he really wanted was to fuck her brains out until she forgot her own name.
But lately, even sex was starting to feel repetitive.
The same sounds, the same moans, the same positions.
He wasn't in the mood to fuck another girl.
So he figured, why not go outside, mix things up, maybe even a little thrill from doing something "normal" for once.
Who knew?
Maybe there was some fun to be found in the mundane.
"Thanks for the compliment, Prince Clovis. You're very handsome, too," Milly replied with the same rehearsed tone she probably used a hundred times before with other nobles.
Clovis didn't even blink. He'd heard that exact line from a hundred women at balls, galas, and high-society events.
It was like reading the same dialogue in a dating sim you already beat three times.
She was attractive, sure, but for now, he mentally labeled her as boring.
But his smile didn't fade.
He was Casanova, after all. He knew how to play the game, how to look interested, how to speak with that perfect amount of enthusiasm that made a woman think she was special, desired, different from the rest.
And when it was over, when the pretense had served its purpose and the time came?
He'd fuck her senseless, blow her mind, and catch her into the collection like a Pokémon in a Pokéball.
So, he smiled: soft, warm, and utterly convincing, as if her compliment genuinely meant something to him, as if her words alone had lit up his entire damn day.
It was all just a façade, of course. A carefully crafted mask.
But Milly couldn't tell.
His expression was flawless, almost heartbreakingly sincere. The kind of smile you'd give someone who meant the world to you.
But behind that charming mask, Clovis wasn't thinking of her.
He was thinking of his younger sister.
The way she clung to him so lovingly. The way she whispered his name between moans, her voice trembling with devotion and need. She was so pure, so innocent, and so hopelessly in love with him.
She had given herself to him without hesitation, looking at him like he was the only thing that mattered in her world.
That intoxicating mix of forbidden affection and unconditional surrender replayed in his head like a treasured melody.
And he loved her for it.
Maybe he'd bring her something from today's outing, some trinket, something pretty to make her smile when he returned.
But for now, his attention remained on Milly, even as his thoughts drifted back to those heated moments between blood and sin.
He smiled at her like she was special. Like she was seen.
"That's lovely of you, Lady Milly," Clovis said smoothly, offering his gloved hand with elegant flair. "You decide where we'll go. Ladies first, after all."
His voice dripped with refinement, and his tone was playful, but never overbearing. The kind of gentlemanly charm that turned heads and disarmed suspicions.
Even Milly, despite her nerves and distaste for the whole arranged date, couldn't help but soften a little. The man standing before her didn't seem arrogant at all, none of the rumors matched this version of Prince Clovis.
Was it just gossip after all?
Maybe he wasn't the cold, condescending royal snob everyone warned her about.
Without a second thought, she placed her hand into his, letting her guard drop ever so slightly.
Clovis internally smirked.
Even with his lust simmering low after his little indulgence with C.C., Clovis was still playing the long game.
His attraction toward Milly wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to let the Ero Geass do its work.
A small push. A subtle influence.
And just like that, Milly's mind began to shift, ever so slightly, but enough.
Enough for her to start seeing Clovis in a favorable light, even though she had been disgusted by the idea of this entire date just moments before.
That was the power of his curse.
Ero Geass didn't just break women. It enticed them, guided them, twisted their perception until even the most reluctant, sharp-tongued women ended up giggling in his bed, calling him "Prince" while their legs trembled and their bodies gave in.
Women who played hard to get? They danced the prettiest once the strings were pulled.
"How about we go to your private theme park, Prince Clovis?" Milly asked softly, her voice still a little stiff, but no longer guarded like before.
"Clovisland?" he echoed with a smirk, eyes glinting with amusement as he glanced at her. "I've heard that place's been cursed lately—especially for couples.".
"How tragic that I was already rejected… before we even had the chance to go further."
His face twisted into a fake expression of hurt, but of course, he was just joking.
Even Milly could tell that.
She looked at him, deadpan. "Just call me Milly, Prince Clovis. And sorry—I didn't mean to make your theme park look bad."
Milly's eyes softened with genuine guilt before she spoke again, this time more honestly. "The real reason why the theme park got that cursed reputation—the whole rumor about couples breaking up if they date there... it's actually my fault. I'm the one who caused it. I rejected every single blind date that tried to approach me at that place. That's how it all started. I hope you can forgive me for that."
Clovis just shrugged, not even slightly offended. "There's nothing to forgive, my lady. And you can just call me Clovis, alright? No need to keep up the formalities, Milly. We'll be engaged in the future anyway."
His smile was warm, casual, harmless in a way that made it easy to walk beside him.
They strolled leisurely through Ashford Academy.
The place was mostly deserted: students and teachers had long since left. It was the weekend, after all.
Who the hell wanted to be in school on a weekend?
Well, okay, there were always those weirdos who cared about clubs and competitions and all that extra-curricular bullshit.
But not him.
Not in his past life.
Back then, he never gave a single fuck about clubs. Hell, he barely gave a fuck about school in general.
Even during the weekdays, he was constantly skipping out.
He was always tired. Not the fake kind of tired. He worked himself to the bone, overexerted his body, bled from the nose more times than he could count.
It became his go-to excuse: overwork, fatigue, exhaustion, just enough to get the hospital to sign off on a doctor's note. His parents bought it. The school bought it. Everyone left him alone.
Not like it was all a lie.
He really was sick. The kind of sick that didn't go away. Genetic. Incurable. Terminal. Something buried deep in his blood, chewing away at him day by day.
God might've blessed him with a freakishly high IQ, a face good enough to make women stare, and a cool, detached emotional state that made him unnervingly calm in almost every situation…
But He also fucked him with a body that was falling apart from the inside. A ticking clock. A lifespan already halfway spent.
Short life, chronic pain, and no miracle cure in sight.
So yeah, fuck clubs. Fuck school. He had better things to do with his time.
"You're really different from what the rumors say, Prince Clovis," Milly said softly, her voice laced with growing comfort.
She'd been a little stiff at first—understandable, given his status as royalty—but as time passed, she started to relax.
In her eyes, Clovis wasn't nearly as uptight or arrogant as she'd expected. If anything, he was kind of... chill. A little teasing, easygoing, and way more charming than she'd prepared for.
Still, despite warming up to him, she struggled to casually call him by name.
He was a prince, after all—royalty. The whole thing felt too surreal, too intimate.
But Clovis? He didn't give a damn about formalities. He just smirked and replied playfully.
"I'm not that different from the rumors, Milly. You're just seeing the side of me that's... peaceful."
"Maybe," she said, smiling gently, brushing off his words like a flirtatious tease. "And maybe you'll see a different side of me too... if our dates go well, Prince Clovis."
She chuckled, clearly not taking him seriously. She thought he was being sweet. Cute. Maybe even a little shy.
She had no idea.
Because Clovis wasn't joking. Not even a little.
He might have been wearing the mask of a gentleman now—polished, well-mannered, just the right amount of witty—but when he had her? When he truly had her, heart and body both? That mask would come crashing down.
She would see the real Clovis.
The possessive, obsessive, fucked-up side. The side that didn't share, didn't compromise, and didn't tolerate anything less than complete devotion.
That was the side no one ever stayed long enough to discover.
His past relationships? A long trail of beautiful women who thought they were getting the perfect man—handsome, charming, every girl's wet dream. And maybe he did play the part... for a night.
But after he fucked them once, he stopped pretending.
The cold truth came out.
He didn't want a girlfriend. He wanted something else—a loyal obsession, someone who would belong to him, body and soul.
Someone who'd accept his flaws, his darkness, his selfishness, without ever questioning him.
Anything less? He'd cut them off without a shred of guilt.
Not my type. Nothing personal.
That's just how he was.
He mused to himself, glancing sideways at Milly as she talked about some movie she wanted to see.
She was innocent now—sweet, untouched by the storm inside him.
But if things went well tonight?
She'd learn the truth.
Whether she could handle it or not... that was her problem.
Their date continued. Just the two of them now, sitting close in the car, the engine rumbling softly beneath them as they drove toward the place they had planned.
Her laughter filled the air, warm and unaware.
And all the while, Clovis smiled quietly to himself, knowing—sooner or later, she'd be his.
And once she was, there'd be no going back.