Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: A Student's Duty
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All the bedroom windows in the academy dormitories faced south. It was the school's consideration, allowing plenty of students holed up in their rooms from excessive assignments and studying to still catch some sunlight.
Of course, those south-facing windows also had the unfortunate side effect of shining warm morning sunlight right on your face if you overslept, immediately letting you know just how screwed you were.
But that didn't apply to the two people sleeping soundly in Agnes's bedroom.
In her previous life, Agnes had been interrupted by Kaiyen multiple times during crucial moments, so after regaining her memories, the very first thing she prepared was installing blackout curtains that blocked any view from outside.
Thanks to that, Shaomei hadn't been able to peek inside from the window, proving their performance beyond doubt. But now that night had passed, things were a little different.
With not a single ray of sunlight entering the room and only a faint candle providing light, it was perfect illumination for the pair who'd spent the night enjoying each other's bodies to get a deep, restful sleep.
The only reason Shaomei managed to claw her way out of that deep sleep swamp and wake up was her biological clock—ingrained from years of martial arts training—forcing her eyes open.
"Yaaawn... Is it still night...?"
Still groggy with sleep, Shaomei hadn't yet realized she wasn't in her own bedroom.
Like Agnes, she lived in the Gold Dormitory, and the room—furnished with top-grade Imperial furniture—looked identical to hers at a glance.
"...Mm, no idea what time it is."
She reached for the clock but, worn out from the fun times that stretched into the early hours, coolly gave up and snuggled back down, pulling Arthin—who lay beside her—into her arms.
'Hehe... I guess I got way too carried away yesterday!'
Closing her eyes brought back vivid memories of the night before.
Ever since she'd set out to find Big Brother Arthin, her memories felt a bit fuzzy. Probably from being so furious—and the heat cycle playing its part too. Her mother had warned her repeatedly that anyone with beastkin blood needed to be extra careful during those times.
But those minor details didn't matter. What counted was that Big Brother Arthin had said he loved her. They'd embraced and shared their love. Those facts were etched deep into her mind, unforgettable.
"...Big Brother, you asleep?"
Suddenly craving some flirty playtime with the Big Brother beside her, Shaomei poked his side.
Poke, poke.
Smooth and soft as a girl's—though he'd started building muscle lately with his training—from up close, Big Brother Arthin still looked like a delicate, pretty boy.
"Mmngh..."
"Hehe, keep sleeping and I'll mess with you tons!"
As Arthin squirmed with a little whine, the playful mood hit Shaomei hard. She lunged into his arms, burying her face in his chest—one of the few firm spots on his body.
Squish!
'Huh, squish?'
But where firm chest muscles should have been forming, she felt something soft—familiar yet strange.
Sensing something off, Shaomei nuzzled against the unfamiliar sensation. The elastic jiggle that softly enveloped her cheek left her bewildered.
"B... Big Brother? What's going on?"
Had he not only lived his life over repeatedly but also turned into a girl overnight?
Startled, Shaomei snatched the dimly lit bedside lamp and shone it on Arthin.
"Mmm... Morning already, Arthin...?"
When Shaomei glanced over, the red-haired pretty boy she'd just been cuddling and cooing at was gone. In his place lay a stunning silver-haired beauty rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"Kyaaak! Big Brother turned into a girl!!"
"Waaah?!? Who the hell are you?!?"
It took a full five minutes of chaos before the two women fully woke up, got their bearings, and realized they'd overslept.
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"So basically, Kaiyen just threw a fit?"
In the quiet consultation room, I sat across from Teacher Senia, who was barely concealing her dangerously explosive figure beneath a thin robe.
The subtle, soft half-elf fragrance wafting from her filled the room in the most pleasant way.
'Nope, can't keep staring. My eyes keep drifting to her body.'
I'd snuck glances before, but now that I'd tasted a woman... was that it?
Having learned that blissful sensation, memories of real-life teacher-and-student.AVI vids kept flashing in my mind.
"You listening, Arthin?"
"Ah, yeah... Kaiyen totally lost it, Teacher."
I'd been staring down at the desk when Teacher Senia grabbed my cheeks, tilting my face up to meet hers. I startled and answered.
Like last time, did this teacher have zero aversion to skinship?
'Shaomei only does it with close friends, but is Teacher just naturally touchy?'
Maybe half-elves really were as lewd as the stereotypes claimed.
There was the broken-rib payback too. I'd considered making a move, but with those two girls on my mind, I held back from anything too sleazy.
"I was so shocked when I heard! Kaiyen causing that kind of misunderstanding!"
"Right? I was swamped with training the whole time—no way I snuck off to play."
She nodded, convinced.
No one could suspect otherwise. For a newbie mage who'd just hit 1st Circle to take on an ex-Imperial knight after three weeks? Even an educator couldn't fathom the insane training required.
Sure, the saying goes men fall for women if they can just lift a spoon, and Shaomei was always around. But I'd kept my hands off her during training, so I felt justified.
"Alright, Teacher trusts you. Remember your promise to always take Arthin's side?"
"Yes, thank you, Teacher."
She winked as she said it—that effortless charm could captivate any man, even someone heartless like me.
Suddenly, I pitied the other pubescent boys in class.
Or maybe pity Teacher Senia, who they probably imagined bending over backward in their fantasies.
"Oh, right—and the other professors who watched the duel are super interested in you now. Any classes or private lessons you're curious about?"
"Huh? Private lessons?"
"Yep! They say your talent for handling senses and power is heaven-sent, even without innate mana or physical gifts. Shy Professor Helik showed interest too!"
Her sudden praise and mention of private lessons left me awkwardly bashful.
'Professor Helik did teach me a ton in the 2nd round.'
I still remembered.
In the 1st round, rolling raw in an unfamiliar world, I'd focused solely on 'survival.'
Thanks to that, I could still sharpen my senses with focus—but it was useless when I first tried in the 2nd round.
What good was sensing a flying sword if you couldn't dodge or parry?
So I'd stuck to the protagonist, chasing opportunities by begging named characters to teach me.
'No wonder they're interested.'
A total noob beating a far stronger foe using moves mixed with their own techniques? I'd have stormed in and turned them into a grad student myself.
"What do you say? Up for private lessons? Teacher can help if you're interested!"
Her earnest invitation brimmed with sincerity—she really wanted me to get better teaching.
'Feels so foreign. A teacher this good.'
The teachers I knew back home were indifferent, sided with bullies for bribes, or just people I wanted nothing to do with.
Here, though, most professors and teachers struck me as genuinely good educators.
Of course, some were worse than real-world ones—or fated to turn full villain.
'...Hmm, should I try saving Teacher Senia this round?'
Watching her sparkling blue eyes, chest and head thrust forward in eager intensity—it sparked the thought.
In past rounds, fate seemed dead-set on killing her for any reason. But if I kept her close and watched over her, maybe she'd survive?
That reminded me of something I could ask her.
"In that case, there's one private lesson I'd like..."
"Ooh! What? Swordsmanship from Professor Helik? Martial arts from Professor Yamato? Or elemental magic from Professor Cervantes? Just say the word! Teacher's super tight with all the profs~!"
At my positive response, she beamed, thumping her chest twice like trust me.
Her massive breasts jiggled visibly even through the robe—a delightful sight.
"I'd like to learn alchemy from you, Teacher Senia."
"Alchemy from Professor Senia, got it! Teacher'll put in a good word! ...Wait, me?"
Named among the academy's top educators, she blinked in wide-eyed surprise, staring blankly.
"Teacher hears she's great sometimes, but compared to the main professors, she's not that impressive..."
True enough—plenty of professors outshone her in alchemy specifically.
Actually, I was confident I surpassed every professor here in alchemical knowledge.
"No, the potions and elixirs you made were huge in beating Sion Idris. Plus, I'd rather learn from you than some stranger-professor."
But my budding plan absolutely needed Teacher Senia. Time to hype her up. A blush crept across her face.
"R-Really? Teacher worked super hard on those potions you asked for! Yeah! Your recipe was amazing, but it needed such precise steps—Teacher spent three hours every night after work to nail it!"
Sensing she'd almost bitten, I grabbed both her hands.
Startled by the sudden touch, I put on wide-eyed puppy eyes for the clincher.
"After winning, I got so much hate and finger-pointing, I dreaded coming to school. But with you cheering me on, I made it...! So please, teach me—I wanna regain my confidence, thrive here, make friends!"
It wouldn't work on a jaded vet with no passion, but fresh-faced Teacher Senia—full of zeal, short on experience—lit up like a flower in bloom and jumped up, rushing over.
"Eek?!"
"How can you say such sweet things! Teacher's totally moved!"
Matching my appeal, she crushed me in a fierce hug, bouncing with joy.
Jiggle, squish.
Shaomei's breasts stayed bouncy from martial arts training, Agnes's sleek and balanced—but this overwhelming softness felt endless, utterly convincing.
'Huge... How big are they...? Shaomei's unreal enough, but this...'
For a moment, this fantasy world hit home. In reality, I'd be in the arms of an Insta-100M-follower beauty.
Unable to resist the bliss, I quietly surrendered to it.
'Not cheating at all. Right, Shaomei, Agnes?'
No reply, but I trusted they'd understand. I tamped down Little Arthin's stirrings and savored the moment.