Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Senia Covered in Sweat
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Ten minutes is never a short time.
But it's ridiculously insufficient for explaining over a hundred villain-related events.
"I'll write down the rest of the things you need to investigate later, so let's wrap it up here for now."
I glanced at the clock. There wasn't even a single minute of spare time left.
I clapped my hands to signal that it was time to head back to our classrooms.
"The person who tried to trade with the Demon King to revive their lover who died of illness... that was the 2nd-year Analytical Alchemy professor, right?"
"No, it was the 3rd-year Fusion Spirit Arts professor. The Analytical Alchemy prof was about budget shortages and retirement pressure."
Watching them organize their notes and double-check against each other made me feel oddly proud.
Is this why high school teachers emphasized note-taking so much?
The only downside? No one asked me any questions. Jorba, who hadn't been paying much attention, only bothered Shaomei about a few confusing points.
...Come to think of it, all these kids are geniuses.
Whether it's the author's lack of skill in creating this world or not, they occasionally miss things even I notice. But compared to me—someone whose high school diploma was basically my entire resume in the real world—their intellectual depth is on another level.
"...How do you memorize all this stuff?"
Unicorn was the only one staring at me in utter bewilderment and admiration, clearly not grasping any of it.
For some reason, it didn't feel all that gratifying. Like how a high schooler feels answering a kid's math questions.
"Well, I rolled around in it with my body first. Had to memorize or risk dying."
I'm not the original author. How could I remember every gimmick and event in this novel? Most of the ones I've uncovered weren't even in the original story.
But I had no choice but to memorize them.
"If I messed up, you'd all get seriously hurt. I hated that, so I crammed like my life depended on it."
If I misidentified a villain, innocent students died.
If I failed to stop an event, people I'd grown close to got hurt or killed.
"It was easier than studying magic or alchemy, and the effects were guaranteed. So it stuck naturally. Wasn't as tough as you'd think."
Back in the early regressions, before I got used to it, I hated dying—but I hated seeing my friends hurt even more. Especially since back then, the relationship resets stressed me out the most.
"...Huh? Why's everyone looking at me like that? Time to get going, right?"
Suddenly, I noticed everyone around me—who'd been packing up—staring intently.
What? Did I say something weird?
As I pulled a puzzled face, Shaomei sighed and hugged me tightly from behind.
"From now on, we'll be by your side, so don't worry too much, Big Brother."
"Huh? What's this all of a sudden, Shaomei?"
Looking baffled as I asked, Agnes stepped up and took my hand, while Jorba nodded knowingly.
Kaiyen patted my shoulder with some deep, inexplicable gaze.
"No, what I said was no big deal. I wasn't trying to hint I had it rough."
"Don't worry, Arthin. You've got us by your side now."
"Sorry. This lord asked something pointless and stirred up bad memories..."
What was this sudden melodrama? I hadn't meant it like that.
"Guys, if we don't hurry, we'll really be late! Or... we already are!"
Even with my shout, they seemed lost in some misunderstanding, unwilling to let go.
With no way to shift the solemn mood, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the softness pressing against my back from Shaomei.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ About three minutes passed before they one by one snapped out of their personal delusion panoramas and released me.
We were already late, but I figured we'd at least punch the attendance clock, so I started leading Class 1-B back to the classroom.
"Hold on, Arthin. Could we talk for a sec?"
Then Agnes, who'd been lingering hesitantly in the clubroom, called me back, saying she had something to discuss.
"Huh? What about? Villains or regression stuff?"
"No! Nothing like that. It's... more personal. Something just between us."
Agnes started twirling her hair around her finger, looking a bit shy.
"Ah... a secret talk, eh? Then we'll clear out."
"Hmmm, indeed. Have fun romancing, Arthin!"
"Wait, this lord doesn't wanna go! Let go! Don't touch me carelessly, you non-virgin!"
Shaomei and Jorba seemed to catch on, grinning as they dragged the flailing Unicorn away.
Kaiyen glanced between us, squeezed his eyes shut, sighed deeply, and left.
"...I'll be around, partner."
I snorted at the sight. Anyone would think he was making some patriotic sacrifice.
...Anyway, Agnes and I were alone in the clubroom.
"First off, where do I even start..."
Agnes was hesitating for some reason.
"What's up? Ricardo Wisent bothering you again?"
"No! It's not that... Well, it's a family matter..."
Agnes stammered in surprise at my words, then took a deep breath like she'd made up her mind and grabbed my hand.
"Student Council President—er, my Big Brother really wants to meet you, just once."
"...The Crown Prince? Me?"
"Yes. As you know, he's ridiculously overprotective about me... He insists on seeing my fiancé face-to-face."
From her trailing off, I got the picture.
The current Student Council President and Crown Prince, Richard Ermengarde, was the picture-perfect guy straight out of a romance novel for women.
Enrolled at the academy at 19 and never lost first place since. A year ago, he reached a realm equal to the Empire's Three Sword Saints—a genius among geniuses, described in the novel as rivaling the protagonist Kaiyen.
But even he had two weaknesses: he was ridiculously moody, and he doted on his sister Agnes insanely.
In the 4th round, he even tried blocking our relationship with nonsense like "beat me first."
For Agnes, with those memories, it made sense she'd struggle to bring it up.
"Why make it sound so heavy? It's no big deal."
"...But I didn't want to stress you out more, Arthin."
I chuckled and snatched her fidgeting wrist, pulling her toward me.
"Eek! A-Arthin?"
I gently wrapped my arms around Agnes's waist. Her sparkling silver hair, porcelain skin flushing red—it was adorably cute.
"Don't worry. Last time, I won and he acknowledged it, right? You remember."
"...Yeah, I do."
Agnes whispered back, hugging my waist tightly.
Her, 8cm taller than me, burying her face in my shoulder out of shyness—anyone who knew her sharp usual self couldn't imagine it.
"Same this time. Why would I fear the Crown Prince after fighting the Demon King over and over?"
"...I know. Wasn't doubting you. Just didn't want to worry you needlessly..."
Realizing she'd hesitated out of concern for me, I couldn't leave this cute girl alone anymore.
Mwah. Kissing her lips turned her snowy skin fully persimmon-red.
"I-Idiot. We'll be late for morning assembly."
I didn't care about skipping, but as vice president, Agnes's position was different.
Always preaching to be a student role model, skipping assembly would spark all sorts of rumors from gossips.
"Got it. Then just three minutes like this. You spent time with Shaomei last time too, right?"
"...Exactly three minutes? No more, really..."
Not wanting to waste more time, I cut off her words with a kiss and dove into sweet bliss.
Agnes didn't refuse my kisses. We spent the best three minutes after that.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ We left the clubroom exactly 3 minutes and 15 seconds later.
Of course, she didn't get mad about the extra 15 seconds. If anything, she seemed happier.
After parting with Agnes, I sprinted using mana like mad and barely made it to class 10 minutes before morning assembly ended.
I got an earful from Teacher Senia for being late, but nothing else happened.
Except Unicorn sulking again for some reason?
"Why're you sulking now? I said I'd get carrot cake after lunch."
"You think this lord's sulking over food? Your senses are beyond lacking!"
What nonsense was this kid spouting? Sulking over Agnes being his favorite or something?
Buy her some carrot juice later; that'll fix it.
As I thought that, with assembly ending, Senia paused at the door while leaving.
"Oh! Arthin, come to the staff room during first period? We have somewhere to go!"
Before I could reply, she winked "You know, right?" and vanished. Her energy could be disorienting sometimes.
"What trouble did she cause now? Or did she handle a villain without telling us?"
"Nah, nothing big... Ricardo Wisent maybe?"
I'd been busy lately, but the only reason Senia would summon me was beating up the duke's heir.
Had he escalated it? That'd be a hassle.
"Whatever, we'll see when I go. You guys head to class first. First and second periods are incantation magic, right?"
"Yup! We'll go ahead! And Young Lord, no sneaking out slyly!"
"Busted. I'll walk myself, so let go already, Shaomei?"
I pitied Jorba, caught sneaking out mid-convo with Shaomei, then headed to the staff room with Unicorn—who dodged my hand.
"This lord's going with Shaomei! Wouldn't understand anyway; no need for me!"
Kid was seriously pissed, self-deprecating just to avoid me.
Was having a favorite that important? My only "fanning" was this trash novel; hard to relate.
"Let's go, Shaomei! This lord wants a good seat ahead!"
Unicorn spun and dashed to Shaomei.
Watching his back, I shrugged—time would fix it—and headed to the staff room.
Creeeak.
Opening the door, I saw grad students and profs' aides prepping for classes.
Even among them, the blonde with pointed ears and rough robe stood out.
"Oh! Arthin! Sit!"
"Hello, Teacher."
Senia greeted me warmly, her usual voluptuous figure hidden under the robe as she worked diligently.
Why describe her figure now? Once you know a woman, your eyes naturally drift—uncontrollable male instinct.
"Wh-what's the reason you called? If it's about grad student recruitment..."
"Huh? No, no! I've got plenty of grad students!"
She pointed—dark circles down to their cheeks on a plump guy and a skinny one hauling samples diligently.
"Charles! Danny! Just two more boxes! Then it's just grading—keep it up! Fighting!"
"Y-Yes! Got it, Professor! We'll do our best!"
"Aw, no need to overdo it. Grab a coffee on me after~!"
The two "grad students" beamed at her cute cheer, hauling like show-offs after looking half-dead moments ago.
...Ah, right. Buffaloes, huh.
Those happy faces? I get why they applied. Poor guys. Grads get no respect no matter how hard they work...
"Charles and Danny work so hard! You were summoned by the academy for wiping out that Demon King's Army spy—not as a grad student!"
Oh yeah, that happened. Forgot amid the student council drama.
"Knew it! Your face says you didn't know! Teacher made time to go with you!"
"...What about your class?"
"You skip anyway! More important our Arthin gets praise from the big profs!"
The incantation prof might disagree... But magic was the dullest lecture anyway, all stuff I knew.
"Alright. Now?"
"Yes! Oh, Charles! Prep 5th period too! Thanks!"
"Got it! Leave it to me! Hehe!"
I left the grinning buffaloes—who smiled even at work requests—and followed Senia out.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "The Dean had urgent business and stepped out, but he'll be back soon! Wait here!"
At the dean's office, no Dean—instead, his secretary guided us inside.
The office brimmed with antique furniture. That stuffed owl was striking.
"Whew! So tense, right, Arthin?"
"Yeah, been ages since a place this fancy."
Senia and I sat in the plush guest chairs opposite the desk.
Dean's office perks? Super comfy chairs.
Ask for clubroom chairs like this?
School budget no-go, but Jorba might swing it. Worth begging. Did that owl just eye me?
Ten minutes of such thoughts, still no Dean.
No AC from the secretary either—humid and hot. My focus waned.
"It's hot here. Tell the secretary to turn on the AC or..."
Turning to Senia, my words caught in my throat.
The scene before me was unreal.
"...Teacher, what are you doing?"
"Hm? Robe's soaked with sweat inside—it's too hot! But like this, it's nice and cool!"
Buttons undone, unleashing her violently massive breasts—I couldn't help but gawk.
The elf beauty wiping sweat-drenched cleavage with a handkerchief was a spectacle that made me want to inwardly shout "thank you."
And sweat-soaked thin fabric clung, pink bra translucent.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly, savoring the view, cold sweat beading. Bury my face in that cleavage and suffocate? Death by bliss.
"Oh, Arthin, you're sweating too! Want Teacher to wipe?"
"N-No... uh, sure..."
Refusing reflexively, but those approaching massive breasts overrode—I nodded faintly.
Expected stale sweat? No—half-elf freshness mixed into an aphrodisiac perfume, stimulating manhood.
Why half-elves get rumors of seducing men only...
Her breasts so huge, just leaning to wipe pressed warmly, softly against my upper body—like maternal love materialized.
Something bad loomed, but I ignored it to savor the happiness longer.
Thud.
"Sorry to keep you both waiting. I was quite la—"
As expected, my premonition hit. The old man entering froze at the wiggling hips before him.
No regrets. If I could go back, I'd choose the same. Senia's breasts were worth it.