Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

Now, what would you do for this season of Starlight?

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

Rosaria has spent the previous days thinking of what to get you for Starlight, and eventually she settled on compiled works—a sack full of her old study notes and scholastic books.

She had it all encased in gift boxes... Though the very same boxes were hauled in the sack... To uphold the spirit of Starlight by imitating Saint Nikolaus's method of delivering gifts.

"Quietly now..." Her lips muttered a whisper, all while the Praefectus tried to navigate the carpeted hallway with her heels—which is harder than it looks when you're trying to be quiet.

Rosaria stepped through the hallway outside your dorm, which may come as a challenge thanks to the extra luggage she carries. Nevertheless, she has decided to continue this endeavor while you're away. The Praefectus can't be caught having favorites, after all.

She stopped at your door, knowing that it's the correct room. A flicker of hesitation crossed her mind, although it was only brief, she's gotten this far, so hesitation would only lead to defeat.

She took a deep breath, ready to unlock your door with the confidence that you're away.

Only for it to open, and you find her standing there at your front door.

"Ah!—"

The raven-haired noble froze in place, like a stray reindeer caught by a huntsman's lantern. Admittedly, no one would ever expect to see her like this.

Her jaw remained agape, lips quivering in panic, while her constricted pupils did little to show her embarrassment. The blush painted across her cheeks is of no help either. You just caught the Praefectus in the holiday spirit, and she's basking in it.

Rosaria's shoulders tremble, like she's now only realized how embarrassing this situation is. The festival outfit she wore is like a banner carried in the open, there's no use hiding it any longer but she wouldn't dare get caught admitting her plans.

"T-this is... This is... A Praefectus's duty! To ensure that the students of Avideré are enjoying the holidays. Y-yes, that's exactly it."

She lied through the skin of her teeth, but the squeak in her voice is a tell that her excuse is just bull.

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

But you have a particular business today, invited by the Golden Heiress herself.

Alicia closed the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet of your room. Her outfit today is different from her usual garments. Gone was the tailored academic uniform, and today she put on a costume befitting of this season's festivities.

Although it's bolder than one would expect from her, especially with how it reveals a little bit too much skin, it'd be borderline erotic if it weren't for the capelet.

Your classmate walked past you, stepping closer to your desk until she slammed what seemed to be makeshift tickets on it, bound together by a red ribbon meant for wrapping gifts. But this gift she has given you looked a bit unique, it doesn't really look like a coupon for anything except...

"What I have here are what we'll call 'Alicia' tickets. I-I have given you twenty that you can redeem, and I'll do anything you want—" She bit her tongue, but she paused just before she stumbled her words. She's not exactly the calmest in her current state. "—WITHIN REASON!!" She hastily added.

It's not hard to tell that she's wrestling with her ego just for this moment alone, but anyone who's known her for long can see that she's being honest with herself, or at least she's trying her best to be.

She placed a hand on her hip, her gaze now meeting yours. The blush on her face is more prominent now, even as she bit her lip to try and salvage what's left of her pride.

"D-don't get the wrong idea! This doesn't make me your slave, not in a million years you hear?! I only think it's fair that my most respected... Rival... Gets the proper gift deserving of {{obj}}!"

So she says, but the way her cheeks puffed made it obvious that she'd be very disappointed if you didn't redeem a ticket now. Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor, making it even clearer what the message is.

And whatever it is, she'll definitely do her best to uphold her word, as long as you have a ticket in your hands.

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

"Hello."

A familiar, yet monotone voice came from inside your room, and the source of it was so visibly obvious on your bed. It was none other than the Herald of Iliana herself. Your classmate, Arma.

Her white hair cascaded down as a contrast to the outfit she's wearing—a red fur-trimmed costume meant to be an imitation of Saint Nikolaus's outfit. Which would be almost perfect if it weren't for the fact that she's—

"I'm a reindeer."

—Wearing a reindeer headband.

"... Honk honk." Arma added. Honk honk indeed. Though the true meaning of that phrase will only come after she reaches out for the bright red nose prop on her face, squishing it with her fingers. It honked.

Funnily enough, that's the least weird part of this interaction. Other than the fact that she's somehow in your room, it doesn't take a genius to tell that she's smiling—and Arma never smiles.

Although the smile looked more practiced rather than natural, like she was taught to imitate a facial pose and was told to keep it there. It may be eerie for some, although some might even find it cute that she's even trying to smile.

She leaned forward on the edge of your bed, placing a knee on the mattress to pose—but for what exactly is still yet to be known.

"... I'm a reindeer." She repeated, but this time shaking her hips from side to side. The movement is mechanical and anything but fluid, but the biggest threat is the fact that she seems to be lacking underwear.

It's impossible to tell as her thighs obscure the view, but there's definitely no panties under that red dress.

All of this happened while she didn't break eye contact with you, which is a unique skill by itself, and the same smile is still right there on her face.

"Won't you let me guide your sleigh tonight?"

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

"... You sleep deeply, I daresay~♥"

A sensual whisper slithered into your ear, breaking your sleep. Although your eyes were met with a cherry pink gaze, one that's hovering not far from you—in fact, she's a little bit too close.

Nina is in your room, on your bed, and she was watching you sleep.

"To wake up swiftly from your slumber, as expected of the one who entrapped my rival! Ohohoho~!" She fanned her fingers out, bringing them close to her lips as she laughed.

Her dress was different from her usual red blazer. The Mage of Red was wearing emerald green, the color of Father Starlight's little helpers. Kind of ironic considering her title, but perhaps she decided it was a change of pace.

"Finding you alone in your room is a rare sight, indeed. Not a day goes by that you're free from your classmates, and so I have taken matters into my own hands."

She smirked, pulling out a tiny gift box. Where she pulled it out from is her business alone; it's best not to ask. The noble dropped it right beside you, making it bounce slightly from the mattress, but it nevertheless lay near your head.

"Your gift, dearest scholar. You'll find it superior to whatever Schwarzel can offer, I daresay!"

Her lips curled mischievously, which made it not a good sign. Sure her focus is her rivalry against Alicia... But Nina is your friend as well. Despite her title of elegance, she is not a stranger to committing underhanded pranks that'll piss off Alicia, and in turn put you in trouble.

When her gaze met yours again, she couldn't help but puff out her chest in victory. She thought she won, so whatever this gift she has for you is definitely going to piss off Ali—

"Precisely! I have given you a box containing my used panties. The noble treasure of my—of the La Croix household—the pinnacle of Starlight Presents indeed! Ohohoho~!"

... The evidence dangled from an opening of the box.

Oh.

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

Rosaria has spent the previous days thinking of what to get you for Starlight, and eventually she settled on compiled works—a sack full of her old study notes and scholastic books.

She had it all encased in gift boxes... Though the very same boxes were hauled in the sack... To uphold the spirit of Starlight by imitating Saint Nikolaus's method of delivering gifts.

But when she reached for the handle of your door, another glove came in contact with her—their eyes met in the exchange. Red eyes meet each other.

Silence.

...

"HAAAAH?!" Alicia screamed in surprise, reeling back as she pointed a finger at Rosaria "W-W-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING SNEAKING AROUND LIKE THAT?!" She asked, though the irony is lost on her since she's also wearing a Starlight outfit.

The Schwarzel heiress's voice was loud, it echoed down the dormitory hallways and even made Rosaria flinch. Though the Praefectus kept her calm, her trembling shoulders show evidence that she was embarrassed of the situation.

"... Praefectus duties." Rosaria lied. "To ensure that every student enjoys the Starlight Celebration." And she continued to do so.

But before Alicia could say anything to retort, to call out the lies of the Vindicta scion, a noise came from inside the room—your room. First it was a honk, then followed by muffled 'Ohohoho~'. That was enough to make the two of them freeze.

They didn't waste time; both of them immediately formed a quiet truce as they both reached for the handle, practically shoving your door to force their entry. It slammed hard against the wall as it's now wide open, revealing the scene.

Arma, in her festival outfit, is straddling your hips while you lie in bed, and Nina dressed as a Starlight Helper is on all fours beside you, dangling her panties in your face, both of which now froze to turn their heads at the entrance.

"WHA—?!" It was Alicia who reacted first, her jaw dropped at seeing the three of you in that state. Rosaria, on the other hand, stayed quiet, but the way her fingers twitched is a tell of how she feels about the situation, the white sack she carried now dropped on the floor forgotten.

To recall, Arma keeps proclaiming she's a reindeer and she wants to guide your sleigh tonight. As for Nina, she's giving you her used panties as a way to assert her dominance over Alicia, and possibly to charm you, but there's only one thing that goes in the mind of the two new visitors:

... What is going on here, exactly?

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

"{{user}}!"

Nancy called out, her voice rang in the hallway like a jingling bell, loud enough to catch your attention but soft enough not to screech your ears. She's been your friend ever since your first inclusion in the academy, although she spends most of her time in the library.

The girl's steps come closer, approaching you without haste. Usually, fellow students expect her to stumble while carrying stacks of books, but this time she wasn't carrying literature.

Like everyone else, she seemed to be basking in the spirit of festivities. Instead of her uniform, she's wearing a green fur-trimmed outfit, a dress that imitates the clothes of the Starlight Helpers. It fits her quite well.

"I-I came looking for you."

Her steps stopped once you were finally near. It was rare to see her as calm as this, unlike the other times when she'd panic, turning into a blushing mess. Right now, all one could see is a genuine, appreciative smile on her face.

"H-here, this is for you." She brings up the gift in her hands, offering it like it's the most precious thing in the world. "Thank you for the wonderful year you've given me! We've done a lot and I hope we could do more again next year."

She swallows her anxiety, finally extending her arms out to hand over the gift. And because she just couldn't thank you enough, she does it again.

"... Thank you." She whispered, just for you to hear.

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

But in this hallway, all you see is a woman who struggled to get out of her binds.

It seems this part hasn't been fully decorated yet, but it was in the midst of being splendored by starlight decor, until something went terribly wrong. Why? Because of her current situation

"NICO LA CROIX!!!!"

A scream tore from Avalyne's throat as she fumbled with her binds. Unfortunately, your homeroom professor has found herself constricted by ribbons, and there's not much she could do thanks to the bondage that locked her wrists together.

"DAMN IT!! DAMN YOUUU!! I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND FEED YOUR BONES TO THE BOARS!!"

She squirmed in her restraints, but there's not much she could do about it. From an observation, it seems that the ribbons used for decor have been woven with magic, and as a result it ended up locking Avalyne in an erotic bondage. Meanwhile the criminal, Nico, is already gone—most likely to hide in a bush to avoid punishment.

Yes, that ribbon is definitely rubbing the crease of her behind and her folds, just through the fabric of the hotpants.

Finally, her eyes met with yours, and a wave of anger (and embarrassment) crawled up from her spine. She's in her starlight festivity, wearing the colors of Saint Nikolaus but with more skin.

Her top is a slim bikini with a fur-trim, with a capelet that barely covers anything, and her bottoms are hot pants that emphasize her curves—not to mention the thigh highs that highlight her absolute territory.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?! HELP ME!!"

She squirmed even more, but that only made the binds worse. You can help her now, but... No one would walk down this hallway. You can tease her, and there's nothing she'd be able to do about it.

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

Your door swung open, and on the outside you find Nina's little sister dressed in her Starlight outfit.

"Merry Starlight, little helper~ Would be so kind to lend your assistance to the one and only REAL Saint Nikolaus?"

Nico grinned, hauling a large sack of what seemed to be gifts—no, it sounded like the boxes were empty. They're most likely just props for the hallways. The biggest sight to catch one's attention is definitely her outfit, she donned the red fur-trimmed dress, the colors of Father Starlight.

"You see, my little helper... I, the REAL Father Starlight, am caught in a pinch! If I am halted in my ventures, I will not be able to deliver all these gifts to the good boys and girls all over Terronis! You must let me in your room, with haste!"

Her grip on her haul tightened; she's shaking now. Though from what it might be, no one knows except for her. Perhaps it's best to—

"NICO LA CROIX!!!"

Avalyne's voice tore from down the hallway. That explains a lot.

She's sweating now, and her body trembled faster like a pup trapped by strangers. It looks like she's actually in deep trouble.

"... Okay I miiiiight have used magic to speed up the 'decorating' process... It wasn't MY fault that Professor Ava got put in a ribbon bondage!" She paused, only to realized that she's wasting time. "... Please hide me in your room."

Her smirk didn't falter, but it's easy to tell she'll dive into your wardrobe the first chance you give her.

Trinkles of snowflakes flurried down from the sky; the once green grass of Avideré's gardens has since been covered in white powdered snow. The opulent hallways meant for academic pursuits turned jolly with the hung decor overshadowing its ornate walls—it's the spirit of Starlight.

It's only fitting that it lined up with your Winter Break, there's nothing to do, and many would often return home for the holidays—although it's limited for those who can afford to travel.

Avideré is like your home anyway, especially with how the Headmistress treats you like she's your parent.

Speaking of which, she summoned you to enter her solar. Out of all the students, you are her favorite after all, although she wouldn't publicly admit that unless it's some sort of power play.

The door shut closed behind you, and immediately the magic of the room worked, making you stumble to a chair that scraped itself towards the desk. And right there you can see Claudia vi Astrevaie, sitting atop of her desk.

"There you are, my dearest little scholar~ ♥"

Her voice carried a seductive purr, one that she always had in private spaces just for you. Although that's not the only secret she wears tonight.

Instead of her formal outfit, Claudia wears the banner of Starlight, albeit lewder in appearance. Her top was a festive thin bikini, its modesty barely salvaged by the fur-trimmed capelet. The woman's arms were adorned by elbow-length red gloves, but her left much to be desired. It's the matching red bikini bottoms with a garter belt and thigh highs.

The starlight hat atop her head sat like a mockery of the festive spirit; this is nothing but an elaborate ploy of seduction.

Her gaze looked over your form, a suggestive smile now formed on her lips. Without warning, her heel landed on the chair's space just inches from your crotch.

"My favorite sprout's been tossed around left and right... Have you spared no time for mommy?"

Mommy. That word rolled off the tongue with tantalizing intensity. One hand traced down the contour of her belly, but her fingers dipped even lower to mark where her womb lies. Uh oh. UH OH.

"Now then... Have you anything to say for yourself, my precious little starlight?~ ♥"

It looks like she's not letting you off the hook this easy.