Chapter 9 – My Yandere Princess Explains SSS Rank Free Passes While Pressing Way Too Close?!

I woke up completely trapped.

The massive king-sized bed swallowed me whole, its absurdly soft silk sheets tangled around my legs like a luxurious prison. I could barely move an inch. The heavy, expensive fabric was only a minor part of my current predicament.

Sakura clung to my back.

Her thin, pale arm was locked tight around my waist with a grip that defied her delicate appearance. Her body pressed perfectly flush against mine, eliminating any possible space between us. I could feel her incredible warmth soaking straight through my thin nightclothes, radiating against my skin like a furnace.

Her bright red hair spilled wildly across my neck and the pillows, smelling faintly of vanilla and something dangerously sweet. She shifted slightly in her sleep, and her breath ghosted across the sensitive shell of my ear.

“Mine.”

She murmured the word softly in her sleep.

Her slender fingers began to trace slow, possessive circles on my chest. Even unconscious, her instincts were entirely focused on claiming me. My face burned burning hot in the quiet room.

This closeness felt way too intense for a normal morning.

Her soft curves molded perfectly against the lines of my back. My heart hammered like crazy in my chest, beating so loud I was terrified it would wake her up. I tried to carefully shift my weight, hoping to slide just a fraction of an inch away to catch my breath.

Her grip tightened instantly.

She pulled me even closer, completely shutting down my escape attempt before it even began.

“Good morning, my precious treasure.”

Her voice came out husky and low, thick with sleep and an overwhelming amount of affection.

“Did you sleep well with me keeping you safe all night?”

I froze, feeling the sudden spike of terrifying magical pressure that always leaked out when she was feeling particularly possessive.

“No one else gets to hold you like this.”

She buried her face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

“Ever.”

I swallowed hard, my throat feeling incredibly dry.

“You feel so warm.”

Her lips brushed against my collarbone.

“So mine.”

I bolted upright fast, tearing myself from the bed before my brain could even process the movement. My pulse spiked hard, hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

“Yeah!”

I grabbed the edge of the dresser, trying to stabilize my breathing.

“Super restful! Time to get up! I really need some air!”

She pouted, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly at the sudden loss of contact, but she gracefully rolled out of the massive bed with me. In the blink of an eye, she crossed the room. Her hand locked securely onto my bicep.

“You do not need space from me, Dylan.”

She leaned in close.

Her lips almost brushed my ear once again, and her intense body heat radiated against my side. It was like standing next to a beautiful, terrifying sun.

“I will protect every single part of you.”

We dressed in silence after that.

She watched me the entire time. Her glowing red eyes never left my body, tracking my every movement with a predatory intensity that made my skin prickle. Even when she was putting on her own uniform, her gaze remained locked on me. Her fingers deliberately brushed my shoulder as I pulled on my crisp academy shirt, a silent reminder that she was right there.

We finally stepped out of the penthouse.

The grand foyer of our exclusive SSS Rank dormitory gleamed with polished gold and pristine white marble. It was a level of absurd wealth that I still could not get used to. We walked out through the heavy double doors and stepped into the bright academy courtyard.

Morning sunlight poured over the ancient cobblestones, casting long shadows across the immaculate lawns. The moment we appeared, the lively atmosphere of the campus vanished.

Students literally froze mid-step.

Conversations died instantly, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in our wake. Every single person in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and stared straight at us. A wave of terrified whispers rippled through the massive crowd.

“It is them… the SSS gods.”

“Do not make eye contact. They can do whatever they want.”

A group of senior Rank B elites, who usually strutted around the campus like they owned the place, parted fast. They scrambled out of our path and bowed their heads low, refusing to even look in our direction.

A high-ranking professor hurried past us holding a stack of magical grimoires.

He saw us approaching, stopped immediately, and nodded deep in a show of absolute respect. He stepped entirely off the cobblestone path and onto the grass without saying a single word, waiting for us to pass.

Sakura pressed tighter against my side, clearly reveling in the fear and respect rolling off the crowd.

Her arm circled my waist fully, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about who I belonged to. Her body molded to mine with every step we took, her hip deliberately brushing against mine in a synchronized rhythm.

“See, my precious Dylan?”

Her warm breath tickled my ear, sending a complicated mix of fear and embarrassment down my spine.

“That is the absolute beauty of being SSS Rank.”

She smiled, a stunningly gorgeous but undeniably dangerous expression.

“We have a complete free pass here at Tharnys Academy.”

I scratched the back of my neck, feeling utterly out of place. My skin tingled with nervous energy exactly where her hand rested on my waist.

“What do you mean?”

I glanced around at the massive magical clock tower looming over the campus.

“We still have classes. Right?”

She giggled.

It was a low, slightly unsettling sound that echoed with an unnatural amount of magical power. The sound sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. Her delicate fingers began to stroke my side slowly, a calming gesture that did the exact opposite of calming me down.

“Oh, my innocent, perfect Dylan.”

She looked up at me with eyes so full of obsession it was almost blinding.

“If we do not want to study or attend any boring lectures, we can skip everything.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder.

“Completely.”

I blinked, trying to process this absurd rule.

“No one can force us to do anything.”

She gestured toward the massive academy buildings with her free hand.

“As long as we maintain the SSS level during the periodic power evaluations at the end of each semester, the academy board does not care how we spend our time. We are living legends here. Literal gods among students.”

She turned her gaze back to me, her eyes darkening with an intense, suffocating affection.

“We could spend all day in our private penthouse.”

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“Just the two of us.”

She squeezed my waist tighter. Her soft curves pressed harder into my side, her magical aura flaring just enough to make the nearest students take another terrified step back.

“I would keep you safe, and warm, and mine, every single second of the day.”

Her smile widened.

“No interruptions. Ever.”

Instead of focusing on her terrifying declaration of eternal confinement, my brain defensively pivoted to my ultimate coping mechanism.

I pictured the heavy, stainless steel industrial oven back in the academy’s culinary dorm.

I imagined flour-dusted counters stretching out in a pristine, quiet kitchen. I thought about the sheer peace of watching a perfect batch of yeast dough rising flawlessly at three in the morning. No glowing lunatics threatening the student body. No apocalyptic meteors raining from the sky. No magical blood oaths binding my soul.

Just me, some high-quality unsalted butter, and the quiet hum of a perfectly calibrated oven.

“That actually sounds kind of amazing.”

I muttered the words out loud without thinking.

Her eyes lit up with pure, unadulterated delight.

She stopped us dead in the middle of the courtyard. The surrounding students panicked at the sudden halt, giving us an even wider berth. Some poor underclassman actually dropped a stack of heavy textbooks in sheer awe, scrambling to pick them up before Sakura noticed the noise.

“But there are rules, even for gods, my treasure.”

Her voice dropped to an intimate, secretive whisper.

“An SSS Rank can technically be removed from their position.”

She trailed her fingers up my chest, tracing the buttons of my uniform.

“Someone from a lower rank can formally challenge you to an official duel. They submit the challenge through the highest level of the academy board.”

Her eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

“If they win, they take your spot. You drop down to their rank. It is the only way the rigid academy system allows the lower ranks to climb to the absolute top.”

I tried to pull back a little, but her grip was like iron. My pulse raced faster as I processed the insane danger of our position.

“Who would even try that?”

I thought back to the horrific rumors floating around campus.

“Especially after what happened to Dantalion.”

Her smile turned dark and incredibly sweet at the same time. It was the face of a beautiful apocalypse.

She wrapped both arms around my neck right there in the middle of the public courtyard. Her body pressed entirely flush against mine, her fingers digging possessively into the fabric of my shirt.

“Exactly.”

She looked up at me through her thick eyelashes.

“And here is the important part you really need to know, my precious Dylan.”

Her breath brushed lightly against my lips.

“Dantalion was not yet fully confirmed as an SSS Rank when the academy board updated the official rankings yesterday.”

She tilted her head, her smile never fading.

“His placement is still completely provisional. If you ever lost a formal challenge and dropped to a lower rank, the school board would be forced to place Dantalion in a lower rank too.”

She smoothed out the collar of my shirt with obsessive care.

“They have to keep the God Tier class perfectly balanced. Exactly three true SSS students at all times. No gaps. No extras allowed.”

She suddenly leaned in until her lips nearly touched my ear. Her body heat felt like static electricity against my skin, making the hairs on my arms stand up.

“But do not worry about a thing.”

Her voice was soft, but it carried a promise of absolute carnage.

“If anyone dares challenge my Dylan, I will completely eliminate them before they even step foot into the dueling ring.”

Her grip tightened.

“No one takes what belongs to me.”

She kissed my cheek lightly, though the magical pressure radiating from her was enough to crack the cobblestones beneath our feet.

“You are mine to protect. Forever.”

The courtyard buzzed louder as we finally started walking again.

A girl with long, trembling elf ears desperately tried to hide behind her thick magical theory textbook as we passed. A guy with spiky blue hair pointed at us openly, his jaw hanging slack in disbelief until his friend yanked his arm down in a panic.

Even the strict disciplinary teachers waved us past every single security checkpoint.

No questions asked. No passes required.

The SSS free pass felt completely, undeniably real. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. If I truly had no mandatory classes, I could wake up as early as I wanted and bake perfect, flaky croissants.

I thought about the complex process of laminating dough. Folding the butter exactly right, keeping it at the ideal cold temperature so the layers puffed up beautifully in the heat. I could even send fresh, artisan loaves home to Dad through the academy’s magical postal service.

Yet, the lingering threat of the challenge rule still hung over my head like a bad, over-proofed batch of dough.

Sakura never let go of me for a single second.

Her hand stayed permanently locked on my waist. Her body stayed pressed incredibly close with every single step we took across the vast campus. Her fingers constantly traced slow, claiming patterns along my side, a physical reminder of her terrifying devotion.

“You see how they look at us?”

She sounded absolutely thrilled, completely oblivious to the sheer terror she was projecting.

“They know we are untouchable.”

She leaned her head against my shoulder as we walked.

“We can skip every single class. We can ignore every single rule this academy has to offer.”

Her eyes glowed slightly.

“As long as our power stays firmly at the SSS level.”

She squeezed my waist again.

“And I will make absolutely sure it does.”

She looked up at me with a terrifyingly beautiful smile.

“While keeping you all to myself, of course.”

I sighed deep in my chest.

This whole life felt completely insane. I had a full academic free pass and a stunning, overpowered yandere bodyguard glued to my side 24/7. Still, amidst all the terrifying magical threats and obsessive declarations of love, I held onto a tiny, desperate hope.

Maybe, just maybe, I could sneak in some normal, peaceful baking between the absolute madness of my daily life.

We crossed the last stretch of the manicured courtyard in silence.

The massive quest room building rose ahead of us, its imposing stone architecture casting a long shadow over the lawn. Its heavy, ancient wooden doors waited for us at the top of the grand staircase.

We finally arrived in the quest room.