[center][h2]Alicia[/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Alicia was truly, really surprised in how brazen Nidgardt was acting.

After all the things he just did to her, after apologizing to her too, he didn't cease his perverted acts. Instead, he now touched her womanhood before bringing the guilty fingers for a sniff.

She would've kicked him in the face for that, if not for the paralyzing effect his touch had. She could only let out a sharp moan in pleasure.

[i]T-That's it... I'm cursing him... I'm cursing him to oblivion...[/i]

She too didn't notice what Ivan was doing before it was too late. She was too preoccupied with Nidgardt and his antics. And as he fumbled around looking for the key to his visor, Alicia was still sitting on the floor, still blushing heavily from what he did. It seemed he broke his visor in the fall. But it had nothing to do with her. He could go blind for all she cared.

And then, he touched her thigh in the process of searching for his key, which he had dropped to the floor in his clumsiness. He asked her where the key was, but she was not in any mood to help him, so she remained silent.

[i]He couldn't be this clumsy, could he? But I certainly didn't curse him to fumble around like this...[/i]

[i]He's just pretending. That must be it.[/i]

Alicia's expression turned dark. She would not tolerate being deceived and taken advantage of by some perverted dragon boy.

He soon was able to take off his broken visor. And looking at Alicia, he averted his gaze, mentioning her black lace undergarments.

She quickly closed her legs, only now realizing that she had been sitting in the most unladylike manner.

Dragonboy then destroyed the wall for some reason, even projecting a shield over her to protect her from any stray energy coming from him. "H-hey, what are you doing?" she asked him.

After he finished and a hole was formed (the wall was surprisingly tough as it could withstand some of his attacks), he then asked if she could walk.

"...I could walk just fine, thank you very much," Alicia said darkly as she rose up, dusting off her clothes. "And I don't need any beds."

She grabbed her grimoire and pen before writing down all sorts of curses under his name, grinning madly in the process. She knew that only a few could activate before the effect of his blood diminished, but she had to vent nonetheless. From being run over a truck to falling down a cliff, she wrote them all.

Then, a fun idea came over to her. Instead of just physical misfortunes, she would instead expose him to the entire school as the pervert he really was. So she focused all the remaining curse power into a special curse. He would always have perverted accidents every time he met a girl.

Of course, she made herself an exception clause. Didn't want anything like this to happen again after all.