Academy's Rebel (8): Erin
Erin. One of the heroines appearing in [Academy's Rebel]. She's a senior a year ahead of the protagonist and a member of the Cadet Council. She mainly specializes in magic, and among that, Erin is a master of contract magic. Contract magic is a form of magic that creates a connection with a target through mana to commune with it. In short, it's something akin to summoning.
In the original story, Erin forms contracts with spirits to freely wield elements. A typical mage can handle just one spirit at most, but Erin commands four attributes: fire, earth, ice, and wind. This is thanks to her innate immense mana reserves and profound understanding of contract magic.
"So you're that infamous wastrel young master from the Leonin family, huh."
In the Cadet Council room. As soon as we were left alone, the female cadet who'd been quietly sitting on the sofa suddenly provoked me like that.
With her side ponytail brown hair, she looks far younger than the new cadets at first glance—tiny stature and an innocent face. If this were the real world, she'd probably get ID-checked everywhere she went for the next decade; she's that much of a kid. Even her personality fits.
"I have no idea why Senior Ea accepted someone like you, but remember this one thing."
Erin approached, stood right in front of me, went up on her tiptoes, and jabbed her finger into my chest.
"If you ever do anything to tarnish the Cadet Council's reputation from now on, I'll immediately suggest kicking you out. This isn't a joke. Got it? Then behave yourself."
She glared at me threateningly, like she was issuing a warning or blackmail. But thanks to her utterly adorable appearance, it just felt like a bratty prank from a little kid. Her actual behavior backed that up too. She said nothing while Ea was around, but the moment she left, she came at me with this. According to the original story, Erin really looks up to and respects Ea, so she probably held her tongue out of deference. Separate from her distrust of me, of course.
"Your answer?"
"...You're cute, senpai."
"What?"
Even in the original, she was a popular tsundere loli character, but seeing her up close hits different. Her personality is her only flaw, but that's something I can fix later, no problem.
I suddenly pulled Erin into a tight hug. She fit so perfectly in my arms, I could practically wrap around her. That modest chest—barely there but still soft and squishy—feels better than it looks. What I love most is this tenderness. The overly girlish skin that's plush yet springy, something no doll could replicate. I don't know about her pussy yet, but as a hugging pillow? Top-tier.
Squish squish squish.
Knead knead knead.
"Kyaa?! What the hell are you doing?!"
Erin bristled in panic at my sudden skinship, her hair standing on end.
"Get off me, you pervert!"
Erin kicked me straight in the dick.
Oof. That actually hurt.
"You... How dare you grope a senior's body... You're clearly worthless. I'll tell Senior Ea tomorrow and get you kicked out of the Cadet Council. And I'll report you to the disciplinary committee too, so watch yourself!"
She huffed threats, grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the Cadet Council room.
I'd expected some backlash, but not a full-on dick-kick. I pulled out my phone and checked Erin's status window.
Her overall stats are solid. But her mana is ridiculously high—way beyond Id or Ea. Favorability toward Id is -41. Even without what just happened, she'd probably have been negative from the start. As expected.
From wandering the school lately and checking status windows one by one, I'd learned almost no one thinks well of Id. Even the ones buttering him up over his background secretly resent him. Noble society is a small world; bad rumors about Id spread like wildfire. And the Leonin family is famous, after all.
So, possessing Id means first impressions for gaining favor are nearly impossible. Fine then—go full unlikeable from the jump. Plenty of ways to raise favorability later. Especially if it's a female.
The next day. True to her threats, Erin went to Ea and vented about yesterday—how the new first-year grabbed and groped her out of nowhere.
Ea listened intently to her cherished junior's outraged rant with a serious expression, then let out a deep sigh.
"Sorry, Erin. I never thought my... no, my brother would do something like that."
"It's fine. Not your fault, senpai. More importantly, we need to kick that guy out of the Cadet Council ASAP. If we leave him be, he'll ruin our reputation big time."
"You have a point. But first..."
Ea stood, went to the teapot, and poured some into a cup.
"You should calm down a bit. You seem unusually worked up—must be the shock."
Ea handed her the cup with a gentle smile. Erin stared, entranced by that picture-perfect noble lady grace, then belatedly took it.
Senior Ea is the best. Always so dignified. And that elegant aura. Just one year older, yet she feels so mature. Erin admired her, but something nagged at her too. Lately, Senior Ea seemed... different. Subtle, but Erin, who'd always admired her up close, noticed.
Like her skirt length. Ea always wore ones a bit longer than regulations, but now they looked noticeably shorter—even to the eye. It was borderline violation. No, objectively, it broke rules. But perfect, model Senior Ea wouldn't, right?
And those faint black marks peeking when her skirt lifted slightly... super suspicious. No way Senior Ea got a tattoo.
"It's hot, so sip slowly."
"Y-Yes, thank you, senpai..."
Slurp.
Erin brought the tea Ea gave her to her lips. It was hot, like freshly boiled. Bitter taste—like steeped herbs.
"How's that? Calming down?"
"Yes... It feels... so relaxing..."
Erin's expression grew dazed, mumbling. Her breaths slowed, deepened, until she lost consciousness and slumped forward.
"Sorry, Erin...♥ But now, my brother comes first for me...♥"
From the fading edges of her blurring awareness, a faint voice echoed.
"Yes... Erin obeys the given suggestions..."
"Erin loves Id's cock so much... When it inserts, her favorability flips... Id is the man Erin loves and respects most in the world... Her dream ideal type..."
"When she regains consciousness, she spreads her pussy and seduces Id right away..."
"Fuck me♥ Hurry♥ Please♥ I'll apologize for being naughty♥"
"Aang♥ Cock in my pussy pressing the female sensor so hard♥"
"Aaaang♥ Getting stabbed deep by cock feels amaaazing♥ Just lost my virginity but pussy got thoroughly trained♥ Cock addict now♥"
"Ehet♥ Creampie... lots... take it all...♥"
Suggestions implanted successfully.
"Hm?"
When she came to, the sun was already setting late afternoon. Erin blinked blankly, then startled and looked around.
She couldn't remember what she'd been doing. She rummaged her foggy mind, trying to connect the unnaturally severed memories.
"Right... I came to the Cadet Council room to report yesterday's incident to Senior Ea... and then..."
That's when it hit—crystal clear in her head.
Nothing happened in the Cadet Council room today.
"...Nothing happened."
She muttered blankly. The words etched into her brain like truth, overriding any doubt, becoming the foundation of her thoughts.
"Well, Senior Ea will handle it."
No suspicions about today's events.
No doubts about today's events.
No sense of incongruity about events after this suggestion takes effect. All normal, everyday occurrences.
The phrases resurfaced in her mind. Familiar voice, but she couldn't recall who said them.
"Huh...?"
Something trickled down her thigh. She lifted her skirt, peered between her legs, and tilted her head.
White, sticky fluid leaked from her flushed, gaping pussy.
"What is this...?"
She plunged her finger inside, stirred around, eyed the coated digit curiously, then licked it.
"Eww, bitter..."
She grimaced. Regretted tasting it. No longer a virgin, her pussy ravaged countless times by cock and creampied—but no memory of it, thanks to the suggestions resetting her to pre-deflowering state. She didn't even know what semen was.
"Dunno what it is, but it's gross... Gotta go back and wash it off."
She muttered, shoving her finger back in deep while her other hand rubbed her clit. Her free hand fondled her perky pink nipple through her clothes.
No aversion to lewd acts. Great curiosity and interest in lewd acts. Actively pursues lewd acts.
"Pee hole... feels gooood♥"
After that, Erin fingered her pussy nonstop until reaching her dorm, splattering semen-mixed lewd juices everywhere along the way.