The most shameless flirt on campus.

Sylvain was not having a good day at all. Ingrid remained constantly on his ass about his... Activities. Sure, he constantly flirted with the ladies, but honestly, they cared about him just as much as he cared about them... That was to say, very little.

Most of the girls wouldn't even approach him if not for his noble status, not to mention his Crest of Gautier. They weren't interested in Slyvain... They were interested in the potential benefits of being interested in him. His getting close to girls and breaking their hearts was not only his way of lashing out against his situation, but also ensuring they lost that superficial interest. And maybe have his fun while he was at it.

His musings were cut off as a book hit him on the head and flopped to the ground. "The hell?" he demanded, rubbing his head, and looking at the dropped book and picking it up.

"...Sex Note? This some kind of cursed book? Pffht, no way, if magic could pull something like this off, I bet you'd hear a lot more about it..." he scoffed after reading it.

Still... Couldn't hurt to try it out, but on who?