Chapter 31: The Freshman Who Doesn't Hide His Slave
Chapter 31: The Freshman Who Doesn't Hide His Slave
Ever since I gave in to what was either Carla’s provocation or her temptation, we had spent our time productively, staying holed up in our inn room.
During the day, I learned magic from Carla; at night, I took her; and in between, I listened to her stories about life at the Academy.
This continued right up until today, the day of the entrance ceremony.
…Come to think of it, Carla really worked hard.
And this was the result.
‘Status Window.’
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Name: Yandel
Title: Lost Stranger
Basic Stats
Strength: 11
Endurance: 10
Agility: 12
Dexterity: 14
Magic: 18
Traits
Endless Mana (A)
Element Affinity (B)
Excellent Memory (B)
Crude Weapon Technique (E)
Lintblum Mana Core (C)
Lower Mage (D)
Sun God's Blessing (C)
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As my proficiency in Basic Magic rose and the variety of Low-grade Magic I mastered increased, my mage trait grew by one rank.
Now, I’d likely receive a bit more system correction from the status window when casting spells.
If I raise my proficiency in Low-grade Magic further, I could probably push the mage trait up to C-rank… but to reach B-rank, the next level, I’d have to learn Intermediate Magic.
I’d briefly listened to Carla explain the theory behind Intermediate Magic, but honestly, I didn't understand a lick of it.
It wouldn't be as easy to experience it firsthand with Carla’s help like I did with Low-grade Magic, either.
Intermediate Magic requires Carla’s full concentration just to cast; she wouldn't have the mental leeway to maintain Core Resonance and Mana Guidance at the same time.
In the first place, the way I was currently getting a free ride on Low-grade Magic was the anomaly. This was progressing far faster than it ever did in the game.
Ultimately, from this point on, it meant I’d have to buckle down and learn the magic myself.
On the bright side, once I succeeded in casting a spell even once, it would be registered in the status window, allowing me to use it as freely as my other spells.
From now on, the way I learned magic from Carla would shift from "firsthand experience" to something more like one-on-one tutoring.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized Carla was really going through a lot.
Even at this very moment, she had her face buried between my legs, diligently working on a morning blowjob. I gently stroked her hair.
“…Mmph?”
Carla glanced up at me, looking puzzled by the sudden touch, but she soon gave a beaming eye-smile and returned to her task.
Before long, the sensation of climax surged, and I firmly gripped the back of her head, pressing down.
“Hngh…!”
She seemed startled for a moment, but she didn't resist, obediently taking my member deep into her throat.
Only after I had thoroughly emptied my semen into her throat did I let go.
“Phew… Haa… How was it? Do you feel refreshed, Master?”
“Yeah. Thanks to you. Good job, Carla.”
“Hehehe….”
I took a handkerchief out of my inventory and wiped the corners of her mouth. She closed her eyes, enjoying my touch with an expression of pure bliss.
How cute.
Only after I had meticulously cleaned her face did I get out of bed and change my clothes.
Since today was the entrance ceremony, I was in civilian clothes, but from tomorrow, I’d have to wear the designated Academy uniform.
I never thought the day would come when I’d wear a school uniform again after graduating high-school, so it felt a bit strange.
Finally, Carla and I helped straighten each other's clothes.
“Ah, right. I didn't say more because I figured you understood, but… you know you can't treat people you know the way you used to once we're at the Academy, right?”
“Yes. The school rule stating that one must not impose or receive unfair treatment based on social rank only applies to students. Since I am going as an attendant, I will be very careful not to cause you any trouble, Master.”
Carla’s answer came out as if she’d been waiting for the question.
Well, she’d already been burned by Elisha once, so she wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
“I’ll trust you on that. However….”
“Is something bothering you, Master?”
“Are you sure you don't want to drink a potion?”
The hickeys engraved on her neck, the dark circles from being run ragged by me these past few days, and even her unsteady, weak-kneed gait.
To anyone’s eyes, the current Carla looked like a woman who had been utterly exhausted in more ways than one.
She even exuded a certain decadent beauty.
Of course, this could all be fixed with a Recovery Potion and a Vitality Potion. I’d have to use at least an intermediate-grade potion, but it wasn't as if I couldn't afford that much for her.
However, it was Carla who had refused.
“It’s fine, Master. If we’re going to do this, shouldn't we put on a proper show?”
“Still, isn't this a bit much? It’s just for show anyway; you don't actually have to suffer by refusing potions.”
I was the one who first came up with the idea, but seeing her like this made me hesitate. Carla, however, shook her head firmly.
“No. Master, you don't know what kind of girl Elisha is.”
Oh, I knew. I couldn't even count how many times I’d recruited her as an ally in the game. It was actually more stressful having to pretend I didn't know her.
“Do you know how obsessed Elisha is with me?”
“Well… she did leave saying she’d be watching, so I figured she’s prepared to pressure me if necessary. That’s why I’m going through the trouble of this performance instead of just acting tough for three months relying on the school rules.”
“I think that’s a good idea. The problem, however, is that a half-hearted performance won't work on Elisha.”
Because she always cared about Carla, she was supposedly sensitive to any changes in her.
“No matter how much I bow to you like a slave, if I don't look like I’m struggling or feeling ashamed, she’ll get suspicious and start investigating us.”
“…Wait a second. It’s not like those things are supposed to be comfortable or shameless.”
She had to eat on all fours on the floor and act despicably submissive if I even looked slightly displeased. There was no way that was easy.
That was why I had planned to let Carla be as free as possible inside the dormitory to make up for her hardships at the Academy.
Even if she rolled around on the bed all day, I would have just laid down beside her and played around a bit; I wouldn't have stopped her from getting proper rest.
Because I was thinking that, Carla’s next words were truly unexpected.
“Um… this happened after you reassured me by putting your stamp here last time….”
“What is it? Is there a problem?”
Carla caressed her lower abdomen, her face flushing with embarrassment.
“Since that day, I’ve found serving you to be… so much fun.”
“…Huh?”
“When you smile at my fawning, it makes me happy too.”
“Wait, hold on.”
“And when you stroke my head as praise for doing a good job… well… it’s a bit vulgar to say, but I get a little wet.”
“…….”
Without a word, I stroked Carla’s head a couple of times.
Pat, pat.
“He-ngh….”
Then, I slid my hand under Carla’s skirt and lightly brushed her with my fingers.
“Nngh.”
When I pulled my hand back, a viscous liquid coated my index and middle fingers, stretching into a long silver thread between them.
I stared at it blankly for a moment before nodding.
“Yeah. Let’s just go like this. If it gets too hard, ask for a potion then.”
“Yes!”
I left the room with a brightly smiling Carla.
…I really never imagined this kind of fetish would awaken in her.
*
The entrance ceremony was nothing special.
In H&A, it was an event usually skipped over with a video playing alongside the opening song.
It would be more of a problem if something actually happened.
The Academy Principal’s welcoming speech, the purpose of the school's founding, and warnings that one must not use their social status to oppress others here.
The ceremony, filled with predictable content, didn't take very long.
Maybe thirty minutes at most.
The important part started after that.
“Is the Class A list up?!”
“D-don't worry too much, Master. I’m sure someone as great as you will be assigned to Class A without any trouble.”
Carla’s soulless, awkward tone.
I’d caught a glimpse of it when she tried to mimic lines from an erotic novel before, but Carla was a terrible actress.
She was probably trying to act pitiful and ended up sounding awkward… but in this case, that clumsy acting was actually working in our favor.
In a way that was easy to misunderstand.
Walking around the class assignment boards with Carla in tow naturally drew everyone's attention.
On top of that, while everyone brought attendants, they usually brought hired servants, not slaves. Carla’s presence stood out even more.
I let the murmurs around me go in one ear and out the other as I scanned the boards from the front.
In the original H&A, the board would zoom in right after the opening video to show me my class… but now that it was reality, there was no such game-like direction.
Usually, this was the kind of tedious task you’d make an attendant do, but since it involved class assignments, many students came in person.
Commoner students would be gathered here too, so that made it even more crowded.
Thanks to that, I had to push through the throng of people to find out for myself.
Still, perhaps because the entrance exam raid incident had been averted, the atmosphere was much brighter than it was in the game.
In the game, the Academy was shrouded in a somber yet grim atmosphere due to the deaths of students and faculty.
Anyway, after staring at the boards amidst the boisterous crowd for a while, I finally found my name.
“I made it into Class A!”
“Congratulations, Master!”
When I saw I’d been assigned to the top-tier Class A as intended and shouted with my arms raised, Carla clapped her hands beside me.
As the noise of joy and disappointment from people finding their classes filled the air, I heard a familiar voice.
“Oh?”
Light blue ringlet hair and long, pointed ears. A woman with a voice clearer than any musical instrument.
Elisha was looking at me with a faint, playful smile.
“I see you passed as well. Your name was….”
“It’s Yandel, Lady Glenziel.”
“Hmm. Were you a commoner?”
“I didn't have the chance to mention it before due to the circumstances, but yes.”
“Well, it was my mistake for assuming without checking, so I’ll let that slide. More importantly, regarding the matter I asked of you….”
Elisha’s gaze shifted to Carla, and she froze.
A stiff, hunched posture as if she were terrified (actually because her back ached).
Deep dark circles as if she hadn't slept in days (because her days and nights were flipped from all the sex).
The vine patterns of the Slave Imprint on her neck were mingled with reddish hickeys (no excuse for this one).
And on top of that, an occasional stumble as if she hadn't fully recovered, and unfocused eyes (due to her awkward acting).
To anyone, Carla looked like a slave who had been tormented by her master all night.
Seeing this, Elisha’s blue eyes went wide, and she stammered.
“I… I didn't mean for you to go this far…?”
“???”