The Woman Who Comes So Easily
-Please submit in order, one at a time.-
The cruiser docked at the pier on Dilmun Island. Following the crew's instructions, the passengers—including me—grabbed our luggage and disembarked one by one.
I made my way down to the lower deck and set foot on the pier. Blinding sunlight poured down from above, and the briny tang unique to seaside air rode the wind and touched the tip of my tongue.
So this is Dilmun—the island I'll be living on from now on?
Leaning against the iron railing, I gazed out over the scene at the pier.
The pier stretched straight out toward the sea in a long, linear structure with berthing space on both sides. Breakwaters wrapped around it to hold back the waves, and at its far end, the arriving cruise ships lay moored in a neat line.
It was a passenger-focused port, striking for its orderly layout, wide waters, and modern facilities. Compared to the ports of Earth, it was astonishingly similar. For just a fleeting moment, it almost felt like coming home.
<You finally made it. How does it feel to be there?>
"Like shit. I still don't know why I'm here."
<What do you mean, why! This is the stage of the protagonist you read about in that web novel, the one you admired!>
"If I'd come here willingly, sure, I'd be thrilled like you say. But looking at this place just makes me want to go home even more."
<Come on, think positively! Think of the rare experiences you can only have here—like racking up unstoppable wins the way you do.>
I fell into thought at the Writer's words. Then, suddenly, that thing she'd mentioned—something only possible here—popped into my head.
"Sex with beautiful girls."
"No screaming at me this time? So you've finally grasped the profound truth welling up from within me."
<Getting angry would only be a loss for me. I simply decided that resignation was the wiser judgment.>
"Wow, you learn fast."
really holding back here.>
The Writer had apparently gotten used to my teasing, because she was responding to my jab with more composure than ever.
Look at her. She's growing up.
"Anyway, joking aside—I need to get a smartphone set up ASAP. Without internet, everything's a hassle."
This world's level of technological development was roughly on par with the world I'd lived in. It had just been pushed even further and polished up with magic on top.
Cell phones, laptops, the internet—the infrastructure was all there, as far as I could tell. The problem was that the nobility and a select slice of the commoner class had a monopoly on it.
Despite the mountain of dirty black money Maten had kept in his bag, I was still a commoner in status, which meant I couldn't open a smartphone account in the Zerta Kingdom.
But now that I had the identity of a Purity Academy student, that restriction no longer meant a thing.
The plan was to head into town as soon as the entrance ceremony wrapped up and sign up for service.
KOO-GOO-GUNG! KWAAANG!
"Wh-what the hell?!"
"WhoaAAAH!"
A bolt of lightning tore out of a clear blue sky and slammed down onto the pier. The thunder that arrived without warning spread a crackling numbness through everyone nearby, and the students disembarking from the cruiser all flinched in unison, eyes snapping toward where the lightning had struck.
"She's here."
<It is about time for that person to make her appearance.>
In the web novel, in reality—this was her second entrance.
"I welcome you all to Dilmun, the island at the End of the World!"
From the ground still crawling with residual lightning, from the spot where soot rose in curling wisps, a woman revealed herself.
A leotard clinging to her skin, and over it, steel bikini armor.
A crimson cape billowed over the shoulders of a woman wearing an outfit so bold it was less practical battle gear than cosplay.
Clutching a flag bearing an eagle emblem in her right hand, she drove it down into the earth with tremendous force, as if planting it into conquered ground.
KRA-KOOM!
Lightning split the sky once more. The roar of thunder followed, and a tingling golden current flowed down along her body.
Like a star burning in the heavens at the cost of its own lifespan, her translucent platinum blonde hair radiated brilliance, and her golden eyes—like lightning given form—flashed sharp and bright.
Her overwhelming presence seized every gaze in an instant, and the crowd instinctively took a step back. Even those admitted to the Academy on the strength of exceptional talent looked as shabby beside her as pebbles laid next to a gemstone.
Yupi Citrine—head of the noble House Citrine, and the leading lady destined to light up Part 2 of Academy Yuri Princess.
She was the instructor of Class B, where all of Purity Academy's martial-arts classes gathered.
"Going all-out with your power just because there are freshmen watching, huh?"
<It's an official event day, so she prepared thoroughly.>
The atmosphere was a little different from when I'd seen her around the arena. Cape draped over her shoulders, flag in hand—a full flamboyant entrance.
Her clothes were an soul-bound item she couldn't change out of, so you'd have to say this was her doing her absolute best with what she had.
"My name is Yupi Citrine. I sincerely welcome all of you who have set foot in this place."
Her voice rang out across the entire pier, resonant as if projected through a megaphone. The crowd stirred, each person reacting to her introduction in their own way.
"Yupi Citrine? You mean the famous 'Vanguard of the Blood Lightning'?"
Some couldn't hide their astonishment, singing the praises of her achievements and accolades. Excited, they reeled off the legend of her exploits one feat after another.
"That woman who got her own family killed out of greed is an Academy instructor?! How can the Academy allow this?"
Then someone else brought up the sins she had once committed, questioning her character and wondering aloud how a person like that could be allowed to teach.
"..."
And then there were those who simply shrugged it off without a second thought—oh, so that's our instructor.
If you asked which camp I fell into, my answer would be: neither.
"That outfit gets me going every single time, I swear."
<Please refrain from sexual harassment directed at real people.>
"No matter how I look at it, it's the instructor's fault for dressing hotter than me."
If you were born a man and could look at that without feeling a stirring of lust, you were either a eunuch or gay. One of the two, no exceptions.
Therefore, I am completely innocent!
Anyway, enough idle chatter. Time to focus on Yupi, the star of this stage.
She was the talkative type. Put her on a stage like this and she'd always strike a pose and run through her whole repertoire—something along the lines of only those prepared to lay down their lives may become students of Purity Academy—firing up the freshmen with her speeches.
At every entrance ceremony, the freshmen reacted to her not-quite-a-sermon in one of two ways.
Either they threw themselves into Academy life with renewed seriousness, or they wilted under the drill-sergeant intensity of it all. The original novel had pointed out this exact split in reactions.
Her eloquence, when the mood struck her, could run until sunset and talk a person to death—but I already knew that at least this year's freshmen would be the exception, and she would skip the speech entirely.
She heard that her little brother enrolled at the Academy this year, so she'll be keeping the attention-grabbing to a minimum.
Knowing what she was going to say next, I quietly worked my way closer to her while everyone else was distracted.
"The Academy entrance ceremony begins shortly. The distance from here is quite far, but with a portal, it's only a moment's journey."
Saying this, she raised her hand and brought it down hard toward the ground.
PWAT!
In that instant, the space before her rippled, and a black hole opened in the empty air.
Coordinate displacement magic.
An intermediate-tier spell that let you set coordinates and instantly travel to the designated location. A technique that consumed high-tier or greater mana proportional to the distance traveled.
"Cross this portal and you will arrive at the hall where the entrance ceremony is held. Take the token I hand you and proceed through."
What she produced and held up before the students was a badge emblazoned with a golden lily.
The symbol of Purity Academy—proof of formal student status.
"Line up in an orderly fashion and receive yours. Cutting in line may earn you disadvantages within the Academy, so I implore you: keep your place in line!"
At her warning, the students obediently formed a long queue and waited their turn.
The warning about consequences at the Academy was one thing—but every single student also knew full well that none of them had the skill to slip past the detection abilities of a woman ranked among the very strongest.
"Here you are. With this, you too are now a proud student of Purity Academy."
"Thank you very much."
"Next!"
The students who stepped before her each took their badge and threw themselves into the black portal. Toward the hall where the entrance ceremony awaited.
Since I'd anticipated Yupi's words, I'd been able to queue up ahead of the others, and before long I found myself standing in front of her.
"It's an honor to see you again, Instructor Yupi."
"Y-you're Solis, aren't you."
I waved my hand and greeted her cheerfully.
Yupi Citrine—a hero who stood on the very front line of humanity's war. A bearer of the Royal title, granted only to those ranked among the strongest.
It couldn't hurt to get friendly with Eva's heroine, so I intended to at least leave a good impression as I continued the conversation.
"This is my first time seeing you since the arena. Have you been well?"
"Y-yes. I've been well. Don't... don't worry about me."
Huh?
In that moment, a flush of red spread across her face. Heat radiated from skin gone abnormally crimson, her words stumbled, and her body twitched.
"Um... are you quite all right?"
I reached my hand out toward her. For the briefest of instants, my fingertips brushed against her palm.
That should have been all.
"AAAHHH!"
A cry of ecstasy burst from her lips. She hastily clamped a hand over her mouth to smother the sound, but standing right in front of her, I heard that obscene noise loud and clear.
My eyes went wide with shock—but what stunned me even more was the reaction she showed immediately after.
Trickle, trickle.
A unmistakable wet stain bloomed across her leotard, spreading clear and dark. It ran down along her thigh, dripped lower, and reached the very ground.
Ragged breathing, a trembling body—and despite her desperate efforts to hide it on her face, everything below the waist was confessing everything with complete honesty.
I knew it instantly. There was only one sensation capable of provoking a reaction this extreme.
The slang term for what people commonly call an orgasm.
Yupi Citrine—the hero—had just climaxed in front of the entire student body.