Chapter 296
Chapter 296
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 296
Chapter Title: Surprise Reunion with Periwinkle
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1.
Surprise reunion with Periwinkle.
No more keeping Eloa waiting.
-Knock knock
"Come in."
Siu knocked and only opened the door after Eloa responded.
Pink Clover was gone now, but it was a habit of sorts.
Just a few days ago, opening the door at this timing would greet him with Eloa half-undressed, wide-eyed like a startled rabbit.
"A bit late, aren't you?"
This time, fortunately, nothing out of the ordinary.
His teacher, perched on the bed in front of the fireplace, was simply dozing off like a cat basking in pleasant sunlight.
She was dressed in her uniform rather than pajamas, perhaps mindful of the earlier mishap.
And most fortunately, the couple who'd been making all those embarrassing noises seemed to have gone to bed—it was quiet.
"Yes, I stopped by to see a witch I know."
"A witch?"
"Periwinkle, the one who helped us before."
Eloa welcomed Siu with her usual pleased smile, even though he'd done nothing special.
But the moment 'Periwinkle' left his lips, that smile cracked like thin ice.
"I owed her from before, so I just said hello."
"O-Owed her... I see."
Periwinkle, who'd forced Eloa to observe that sex education session.
The name alone sprouted a wild garden of thoughts in Eloa's mind.
Of course, memories of those lewd, vulgar past scenes,
but her mind leaped to: 'Wait, is that why he's so late...?'
Unconsciously, Eloa scanned Siu's clothes.
The time from when he'd left to now: roughly 30 to 40 minutes.
Plenty for a quick tryst...
Then, those faint squelching sounds from outside—
Eloa's head spun, her face flushing deeper with swirling confusion.
The color shift was visible to the naked eye.
And with it, a sharp, stabbing displeasure pricking her chest.
"Teacher?"
"...Huh!"
Eloa gave no reply, her head dipping lower and lower.
Worried by the odd reaction, Siu lightly touched her shoulder—her head snapped up like a spring.
"Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no—nothing at all. Nothing."
Even the oblivious Siu could tell something was off, but he never dreamed it stemmed from Eloa peeking on his intimate scene with Periwinkle.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
His thoughts naturally drifted to a reasonable conclusion: 'Teacher's still not fully recovered.' That was his only concern.
"No, it's late—you should get some rest too."
"That's the plan. Will you be sleeping on the fireplace side?"
"Yes."
The two settled comfortably into their beds.
Siu had pushed through a final research sprint since morning, his head still feverish from the effort—he was exhausted.
Eloa, like lately, was drained from the contract's toll.
With some alcohol in their systems, either one would crash the moment their head hit the pillow.
"Good night."
"Sleep well."
After extinguishing the decorative lamp's glow and closing his eyes, Siu's steady breathing soon filled the room.
Unlike Siu, who dropped off instantly, Eloa tossed and turned, sleep eluding her.
Her mind kept replaying what he'd said about meeting Periwinkle.
At first, it was just nameless embarrassment and fluster.
Straightforward and easy to trace: she'd spied on Siu and Periwinkle's secret affair, and the memories resurfaced.
But amid it, Eloa felt a prickly discomfort, like a splinter under her nail.
It hit when she pictured Siu kissing Periwinkle.
And when she thought he might've just had sex and come back.
For a fleeting moment, a dark, murky shadow draped her heart.
The problem? She had no idea why.
It wasn't intuitive like the rest—no clear cause.
"......"
Eloa cracked her eyes open.
The room felt cramped despite being a 'special suite,' the beds close enough for just a tiny desk between them.
Siu's face, eyes closed toward her, was in plain view.
The first time she'd seen Siu about to sleep with Sharon.
No big deal.
Just awkward from stumbling into their private moment uninvited.
When she'd seen Siu servicing Periwinkle to repay his life debt.
Embarrassing, mortifying.
She'd felt a faint heat for the first time ever, and ridiculously, started seeing Siu as a 'man.'
But that was the extent of it.
No real discomfort, no inexplicable aversion.
"......"
Today was different.
Just the mere thought that Siu and Periwinkle might've fooled around outside.
And negative emotions welled up.
Eloa realized the target was 'Periwinkle.'
Sorting her feelings objectively, piecing them together.
That displeasure, aversion, indescribable negativity.
Stepping back, Eloa summed it up in two words.
Jealousy.
Eloa Tiphereth had felt jealousy the instant she imagined her disciple Siu in a tryst with another woman.
Like a lovestruck girl convinced her beau was stolen away.
"No way..."
Eloa denied it.
She had to.
A teacher jealous of her disciple?
Defying the natural order had its limits.
So this was...
A loving teacher's strict judgment on a potential rival for her disciple's affections.
Like a doting father eyeing his precious daughter's boyfriend with suspicion.
Eloa finally reconciled with herself.
A solid compromise—her stiff expression softened.
That very moment.
'Ahhn...'
An ominous sound.
To Eloa, it felt more ill-boding than a fuse sizzling under the bed.
'Like it? Want me rougher?'
'Ung... Rougher, please...'
Not from the room that had quieted earlier, but the one opposite—moans resumed.
Eloa bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut, debating: 'Should I go chew them out?'
But they hadn't rented the whole inn—that'd be unreasonable, and she was too mentally spent.
Eloa yanked the blanket over her head, groaning deep into the night before finally drifting off.
2.
The twins' lesson time arrived as usual.
Being a holiday with no other plans, they'd shifted the afternoon session to morning.
-Clunk!
Sharon flung the door open.
No trace of hesitation or unease in her stride.
Only a gladiator's resolve as she strode into the arena.
"Hand in your assignments."
The twins, seated in the classroom like always, gawked wide-eyed at Sharon bursting in.
She squared her shoulders proudly under their wavering purple gazes.
A massive culture shock for the twins, used to Gehenna's modest attire.
They rubbed their eyes—was it real, or a hallucination?
Sharon had dressed in her modern-world outfit.
To be precise: a cleavage-baring crop top and dolphin pants.
Not ideal for autumn, much less lecturing.
"...Huh?"
"...Yeah?"
Storming the classroom in dress-code-defying coords wasn't mindless.
With all-out war against the twins declared, she'd resolved to flaunt womanly allure.
Wealth be damned—in love battles, charm reigned supreme.
Not for nothing did rich celebs risk massive divorce payouts to marry.
Money aside, it always boiled down to face and figure captivating a man!
The twins were cute, sure—but Sharon wielded a savage weapon cuteness couldn't match.
The twins stared entranced at her bountiful breasts, then glanced at each other's.
Theirs combined might barely compete.
Sharon smirked confidently, one eyebrow arched like a skyrocketing stock chart at their reaction.
"Hurry up and submit—what're you waiting for?"
The twins pouted and turned in their work.
Sharon's assignment: ten problems total.
Handcrafted, all solvable only with yesterday's elemental magic.
She zipped through corrections with a red pen.
Answers 1 through 9: solid effort.
Her eyes lit up eagerly for number 10.
She'd poured her heart into crafting it.
[10][Figure 1]In a witch's lab structured like this, housing precious research data. Assume two twin black cats eyeing the artifact covetously. Propose a magic circle to efficiently drive off the cats using mana optimally, meeting these conditions.[Condition 1]
The black cats are twins, appearing irregularly at any time without a set pattern, and they don't scare off easily. [Condition 2]
The magic circle must incorporate at least three distinct elemental arrays; no rune characters allowed. [Condition 3]
Assume 1.5% mana resistance within the circle, with no uncertainty in elemental waveforms.
The 'twin cats' in Sharon's custom problem were obvious.
She scanned the answer below the heavily biased question, then eyed the twins.
"What's this for number 10?"
Both had scribbled just one line.
[Just let the cats steal it]
"This is totally us! No fair!"
"Super cowardly!"
The twins slammed the table, decrying Sharon's abuse of teacherly power.
Sharon didn't so much as blink.
You had to be brazen to survive a war with these two.
"Put some effort into class and homework!"
"Sharon sis, don't sneak your bias into assignments!"
"A-And your outfit's way too revealing! No more of that! It's lewd!"
Sharon strode past the podium toward the twins.
Arms crossed, her breasts perched atop them jiggled with impressive volume—dot damage straight to the twins' fragile psyches.
Sharon notched two quick scores at battle's start, head held high.
This wasn't her usual self—berserker Sharon was unleashed.
"I just wore something light? Everyone dresses like this in the modern world. Why call it lewd?"
Leaning on their desk, she emphasized her cleavage.
The twins clamped their lips, staring side-by-side into that deep valley.
"Ugh! F-Fake! Gotta be fake!"
"Right! Magic-grown, bet!"
Desperately denying reality.
Even as twins, they grasped the basics: ample breasts were peak feminine charm.
Imagining the assistant swooning over them tanked their confidence.
Sharon's final play for the hat-trick.
"Yeah? Go ahead—touch 'em."
She thrust her chest forward invitingly.
The twins exchanged glances, then reluctantly reached out.
"If you think this'll seduce the assistant..."
"Huge mistake..."
-Squish!
-Squish!
The soft, molding sensation enveloped their palms.
Far too much for their small hands to grasp.
The springy firmness, sheer volume, velvety smoothness—it left the twins speechless.
No fake, no trick.
An enchanting texture that tempted even fellow women to never let go—pure, natural allure.
The twins' faces darkened to charcoal.
They faced a colossal wall no amount of effort could scale.
"Oh, and Siu loves them—a ton."
Did scrapping with kids turn you childish?
Having crushed their will with a playground taunt worthy of the twins themselves, Sharon shrugged smugly.
Odil murmured low to such Sharon.
"...Odet, lock the door."
"Got it, sis."
-Click!
Odet sealed the classroom door with telekinesis.
The twins rose quietly.
Sharon blinked in confusion.
"Huh?"
The twins snorted hot breaths and launched like missiles.
"Even you, Sharon sis! Can't take it anymore!"
"Ranks off—let's fight!"
"Y-You two...! What the—?!"
Odil lunged snarling, grabbing Sharon's hair.
Odet dangled from one arm, hindering her moves.
No chance for spells—the three tangled in a chaotic brawl.
"Kyaa! Ow! Let go!"
"Daring humiliate us like this? Unforgivable!"
"So huge! Inefficient! Don't you get it? Gotta be a spite pocket!"
"You nuts? You started it!"
"Sis provoked us first!"
"No way we're letting go of the assistant!"
What.
Yeah, apparently.