A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting a dull glow over the sea of students slouched across their chairs.

Some were barely upright, heads resting on their hands, while others sprawled on their desks with books acting as pillows.

The place had the thick air of indifference—no one was interested in being there.

A few students huddled together, whispering among themselves, the soft drone of their voices filling the silence.

One thing common among all of them was the wrappers of burgers thrown around or lying near their seats.

This clearly showed they had all just eaten burgers from the same source, and given that a few were still eating, it was evident they had received some kind of treats just a few minutes ago.

"Did you check the list?" one of them asked, sitting backward in his chair, his legs sprawled over the seat in front of him.

His friend, half-asleep, blinked at him lazily. "Yeah... the name\'s different today. Someone new."

The girl next to them scoffed, picking at her nails."It\'s probably just another professor ready to bore us to death."

"Who cares? At least the director is good to give us a hamburger party today?" another student muttered from the back, tipping his chair dangerously and using a toothpick to clean his teeth, given that they were all, especially those from the cultural department, provided free hamburger treats before entering this class.

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"Yes, the meat was of high quality indeed, but again, it\'s time for the same boring lectures, the same old professors." Laughter bubbled up from a few corners of the hall, students shifting in their seats, some stretching, while others were half-asleep already.

The heat in the room wasn\'t helping either—sticky and stifling, making it hard for anyone to stay fully awake.

Another yawn.

Someone adjusted their seat again.

Eyes drooped.

Even the clock seemed to be moving slower.

But then.

Bam!

The door swung open with a sharp bang against the wall, and in an instant, the laziness that hung over the room like a thick cloud evaporated.

Every head turned towards the entrance.

In walked a woman—no, she didn\'t just walk; she glided, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor.

The sound was sharp, precise, and it cut through the stagnant air like a knife.

She wore a black pencil skirt that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a crisp white shirt, neatly buttoned except for the very top, where a glimpse of something darker, lace-like, teased beneath the collar.

Her legs, clad in sheer black stockings, seemed to stretch forever, ending in sleek, black high heels.

Her hair was pinned up into a perfect bun, save for one deliberate strand that curved down her cheek, giving her an air of effortless control.

\'A goddess?\'

The students were too stunned to speak.

Conversations died mid-sentence, the lazy drawl of boredom replaced by something more intense, a growing awareness of the presence now commanding the room.

\'At least these idiots ate Hemodrils.\' Aecilia didn\'t even need to look up as she entered; her gaze swept lazily across the hall, noticing wrappers scattered around, thinking that now she had made it inside the academy just so that she could remain near the Marquess.

The problem was that she didn\'t even know anything about her own noble culture, let alone these people\'s—she never liked studying culture or useless historical things.

To solve this problem and to at least prepare for the first day, she had made all these people eat a burger that contained a special type of drug—Hemodril—a drug that targets the thin blood lining inside the capillaries present in the nostrils, while additional blood thinners enhance the overall effect.

She just needed to give these people a proper reason to bleed.

And that\'s why she was here appearing like a proper weapon.

Her dark lipstick contrasted sharply with her pale skin, and behind her glasses, her golden eyes carried a look of bored disinterest, as if she had seen this all before—a room full of wide-eyed students, stunned into silence by her very presence.

She didn\'t pause.

\'So, where to start?\' Aecilia thought to herself, her eyes grazing over the dumbstruck faces before her.

The young men and women alike were transfixed, eyes following her every move.

Gulp

Some were swallowing hard, shifting awkwardly in their seats as though the heat had cranked up a notch.

Aecilia definitely noticed it all, observing all this reaction from those who, even though they appeared above 18, in her mind only had one title echoing for them: \'kids....\'

Fortunately, she knew how to deal with kids very well.

\'Hm...\' she stopped at the center of the room, pulling a chair with one smooth motion and sitting down with grace, crossing her legs in a slow, deliberate movement.

"Ah…" she exhaled softly, her voice carrying in the stillness.

"It\'s so hot in here…" Her tone was light, casual, but there was a sultriness that dripped off each word.

\'Be grateful, kids,\' as she tugged at the edge of her collar, the faint outline of her black, flower-patterned bra peeked out.

It wasn\'t obvious, just a flicker of lace, enough to send the room into a quiet frenzy.

A few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but not out of boredom this time.

"Ugh.... fuc..." One guy at the front immediately grabbed a tissue, pressing it to his nose as blood trickled out.

His friend elbowed him in the ribs, eyes wide, muttering something under his breath.

From the back, someone whispered, "What the hell… did he just…bleed?"

Another student wiped sweat from his brow, trying—and failing—to avert his gaze.

The girls, too, were silent, staring at Aecilia with wide eyes, caught off-guard.

Her gaze scanned the room once more, this time locking eyes with a few of the more nervous students as she winked at those who were still holding it in.

The end result: nosebleeds all over the class.

And with this, Aecilia earned the title of a beauty who recreated the nosebleed scene from an anime in real life.

Aecilia leaned back in her chair, the smirk still playing at the corner of her lips as she watched the students\' reactions—blood dripping from noses, wide-eyed stares, and a general sense of confusion hanging in the air.

She shifted her gaze to the few boys who were struggling to stop the streams of blood coming from their noses.

Their embarrassed attempts at wiping it away only made them look more ridiculous.

Aecilia sighed, dragging her fingers lazily through the single strand of hair that had fallen from her bun.

She tapped her heel on the floor, the sound of it echoing through the silent hall.

"How about this," she said, her voice soft but commanding enough to capture everyone\'s attention again.

She gestured nonchalantly toward the boys who were still holding tissues to their faces.

"Those of you with... nosebleeds," she paused, smirking, "should probably head to the medical room for some attention. I\'ll wait here until you\'re all sorted."