Chapter 27: Receiving Lessons from a Strict Etiquette Professor (29 Years Old)
Chapter 27: Receiving Lessons from a Strict Etiquette Professor (29 Years Old)
“Here. The leftovers.”
Thud.
I tossed the remaining piece of the snapped whip toward Rashidi. It was useless now anyway. Might as well let her handle the trash.
“Y-You… you bastard…!”
“Stop with the ‘bastard’ this, ‘bastard’ that. I have the honorable name of 6.9.”
“6.9…?”
“It means a diameter of 6.9.”
“…I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know now. You’ll find out soon enough anyway.
Rashidi. Did she say she was a Count’s daughter? She looks like a damn stiff maid, but her body is nothing short of smoking hot. Usually, girls like her act the most coquettish once they’ve been tamed!
Throb, throb…!
Down, boy. Not yet…!
Rashidi picked up the shredded whip. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for it.
“……Taming a commoner is no easy feat. You are truly a beast.”
“I get told I’m like a beast as a compliment quite often.”
“Shut up. I was not complimenting you…!”
Wasn't that a rave review? It’s basically like saying, ‘O-Oh… you beast!♡’ isn’t it?
God, that’s hot.
“…Follow me to the Swordsmanship Department, commoner! I shall teach you what the etiquette of our academy truly is.”
“Aha~. Finally going, then. To the Swordsmanship Department or Kendo Club or whatever it is.”
“Keep your mouth shut and follow me quietly! Commoner!”
Rashidi spun around and took the lead. I walked behind her, watching her ass sway with every step.
Damn. Look at that rump. The way it jiggles makes it look like it’s begging to be touched, doesn’t it?
Let’s give it a go.
Squeeze, knead.♡
“…!!! Y-You…!!”
Rashidi practically leaped into the air as she spun around. she brandished the whip high.
“Ugh, k-kh….”
Realizing it was torn, she lowered it again.
“Ah, sorry. My mistake. My hand just ended up there somehow, you know?”
“…Just you wait, commoner…. I will carve etiquette deep into that body of yours…!”
That’s it? How dull. I thought she’d at least throw a punch. Did she get cold feet after seeing me rip the whip?
“Just hurry up and follow me, commoner.”
Rashidi started walking again. This time, she kept her hands over her buttocks, staying on guard. It was a plump ass with a great feel to it… what a shame.
Still, the day will come soon when she’ll let me have my way with that ass as much as I want.
I headed toward the Swordsmanship Department, enjoying the view of Rashidi’s swaying hips from behind.
*
The place called the Swordsmanship Department was a separate building located on one side of the campus. The exact name of the building was:
『Practice Hall for Mastering Proper High-Society Etiquette』
“In this place, we have recreated various situations and locations one might encounter while living as a member of the upper class. This is something only our Swordsmanship Department can provide in the entire Empire.”
Rashidi explained with an air of pride as she walked.
“For instance, this is a banquet hall. It was designed to be the exact same size as a standard banquet hall in an actual mansion. Here, students enjoy themselves as if they were at a real banquet while learning the etiquette for various situations that occur there.”
“You guys are teaching this pretty thoroughly.”
“It is a class by the esteemed Professor Shayla, so of course it is. This is a mansion’s drawing room. And this is a city alleyway. Over here is the palace…….”
Following Rashidi’s guidance, I realized they had all sorts of places. I didn’t expect them to teach etiquette in such a practical way for so many different settings.
Of course, in my eyes… it just looked like a motel designed for roleplay…!
If I did a kidnapping roleplay in this alleyway, I bet I could make them piss themselves.
“What are you smirking at while looking at an alley?”
“Heh… just had a fun thought.”
“As expected, you are an incomprehensible man.”
Listening to Rashidi’s assessment, we approached a certain door.
『Professor Shayla Kruger’s Office』
The office was quite large.
“Ahem.”
Rashidi cleared her throat and knocked slowly.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Who is it?”
Is that voice the professor? It’s low, but incredibly sultry…!
“Professor. It is Rashidi. I have brought the commoner I mentioned.”
“The commoner…? Ah, right. That’s right. Tell him to come in.”
“Yes.”
Rashidi looked at me.
“I’m warning you, commoner. Once you’re inside, you’d better not do anything unnecessary.”
“Are you coming in too, Rashidi?”
“Naturally. And call me Lady Rashidi. How dare a commoner address a noble by her name so casually?”
“Sure, got it. Rashidi-chan.”
“Rashidi… chan!?”
“Let’s just go in.”
Creeeeeak.
Leaving the flustered Rashidi-chan behind, I opened the door.
Inside was a wooden table with ornate decorations. On top of it were mountains of documents and books. Sitting amidst the paperwork, as if buried in it, was a young woman in a uniform.
Long reddish hair and eyes that looked down on others. And two breast-peaks surging against her uniform.
She was diligently organizing documents with a quill, barely even glancing our way.
I can say for certain. This woman… she’s top-tier…!
Moreover, if she’s a professor teaching noble daughters, she must be a noble herself…!
Facing a genuine, blue-blooded noble, my cock refused to stay still once again…!
“Thank you for the trouble of bringing him, Rashidi.”
Shayla spoke without even looking up.
“Yes! Professor!”
“Is that large man the commoner?”
“Yes…! That is correct.”
“I see. I will handle the commoner’s education, so Rashidi, you may leave now.”
Oho. So I’m going to be alone with Shayla? This is a good setup.
“Professor. If I may be so bold, might I say one thing?”
“What is it?”
“This man is extremely large and dangerous, just as he appears. He possesses monstrous strength. Since we cannot leave such a dangerous man loose, would it be alright if I stayed here just in case?”
Rashidi was trying to ruin the mood. This won’t do. I want to be alone with Shayla…!
“………Rashidi.”
The hand scribbling on the documents with the quill stopped. Shayla’s cold gaze turned toward us.
“Those words sound like they are based on the premise that I could be defeated by that commoner.”
Her low, grounded voice echoed through the room.
Ooh……. She’s got charisma! So cool!
“……T-That is not what I meant…….”
“This commoner is someone Headmaster Nekane and Princess Alicia specifically asked me to correct. I will take full responsibility for the entire process.”
“B-But……!”
“Rashidi. How did I teach you to respond to a firm warning?”
“………You taught me to comply first.”
With just one word from Shayla, Rashidi tucked her tail.
“If you have an objection, we shall discuss it another time. For now, my appointment with this black-haired man takes priority.”
“……Yes. I obey.”
Rashidi turned around dejectedly.
“D-Don’t even think about trying anything… commoner.”
Click.
Rashidi left, leaving only those words behind.
What incredible charisma. She didn’t even shrink this much in front of the Princess or Nekane. I’m actually feeling a little intimidated myself.
“Black-haired untouchable commoner.”
“You calling me?”
“I assume you’ve heard about me beforehand. Is that not so?”
“I only heard your name. Just your name. Shayla or something, right?”
“It is Professor Shayla.”
“Do I really have to add ‘Professor’?”
“Yes. Because that is proper etiquette.”
I’m starting to get a feel for her character. A stiff, stubborn, old-school professor!
“Fine. Then, Professor Shayla.”
“Professor. And use formal language.”
She looks pretty young…… but she’s damn strict.
“That’s a pain. Professor Shayla. Let’s compromise at this.”
“……It seems I have a long way to go in teaching you.”
Shayla sighed and shot me a sharp glare.
“Still, you will be calling me ‘Professor’ soon enough.”
Did you see that look? It was the look you give a total brat. I’m not even a brat!
“…What is your name?”
“6.9. No, Lord 6.9.”
“Something extra was added there.”
“You’ll be calling me Lord 6.9 soon enough.”
Once you surrender to my cock, that is!
“…You think so?”
Shayla stood up from her desk and walked toward me. The click-clack of her high heels echoed elegantly.
Looking closely, she was wearing a uniform with stockings. And not just any stockings—black pantyhose that completely covered her legs…!
Your outfit is way too erotic, Shayla!
“I shall introduce myself once more. My name is Shayla Kruger. I am the youngest professor at this St. Fellatio Girls’ Academy.”
“The youngest……?”
“I am twenty-nine. How old are you, 6.9?”
Twenty-nine! ……But is she not married yet? I don’t see a ring on her hand. There’s no way someone as obsessed with etiquette as Shayla wouldn’t wear a ring if she were married.
Naturally, in this era, being a virgin at twenty-nine would make her quite the old maid.
“Answer me, 6.9.”
“Huh? Oh. I’m twenty-three.”
“You are quite young, more so than you look.”
“I’m in my prime.”
“I am well aware that this is a difficult age to learn new etiquette. However, it would be in your best interest to learn it.”
“Why?”
“Because I hold the authority to decide whether or not to kick you out of this place.”
……What?
“Under an agreement with Headmaster Nekane and Princess Alicia, we have decided on a one-month grace period. During that time, only if I approve that you have sufficiently mastered etiquette will you be allowed to remain here. Otherwise…….”
“Otherwise?”
“You will be expelled from this academy.”
I wouldn’t like that very much.
“And naturally, to prevent you from spreading the secrets of this place, you will be killed in secret.”
“……….”
I’d like that even less.
“If you understand, then follow the etiquette lessons I provide. Whether you are a commoner or not is irrelevant. What matters is whether you are one who knows etiquette. If you master it sufficiently and pass the test, I will acknowledge you and grant my approval.”
To sum it up, just as Shayla said: whether I can stay in this academy or not depends entirely on her decision.
If I were to do this the standard way, I’d have no choice but to thoroughly master etiquette as she commands and pass the test…….
But I am the untouchable commoner, 6.9! If I were to strictly follow etiquette like a noble here, I couldn’t call myself a commoner!
A commoner must act flippant and vulgar, as a commoner should!
I know the truth. These ladies don’t want a polite man. They prefer a man with a powerful body, even if he is flippant and vulgar……!
“The point is, I just need to get the word ‘Approved’ out of Professor Shayla’s mouth, right?”
“Correct.”
“Is that so~?”
The answer is already clear. There’s a way to make her say ‘Approved’ without even passing the test……!
Ah, though it’ll probably sound more like:
“A-A-Appwooooved!♡♡”
[ Etiquette Lessons with Shayla♡ Have Begun! ]