Academy's Traitor (13) - Instructor Serica
Academy swordsmanship instructor. Once hailed as the Sword Saint, a woman who grew disillusioned with the bloody power struggles and intrigues among the elite, retiring to focus on training the young talents who would shape the future. As both instructor and head of the cadet disciplinary department, she bore full responsibility for upholding the academy's moral standards.
"...Id Leonin."
After classes, in an empty classroom. Serica had summoned the eldest son of the Leonin family—recently enrolled as a freshman—for a private talk. But the relentlessly heavy, oppressive atmosphere felt more like an interrogation or cross-examination.
Serica didn't care much for this wastrel from the Leonin house. Though this was their first encounter as instructor and cadet, she'd crossed paths with him multiple times before, given his status as the son of a renowned swordsman. Even before becoming an instructor, Serica had wandered as a freelance swordswoman, taking on a few disciples. One of them was none other than Ea Leonin, the genius magic swordsman known even then as a prodigy.
Ea had brimmed with passion and unyielding integrity—a rare gem. Her brother, by contrast, seemed like the gods had showered blessings on one side while dumping all the curses on the other, lagging in every conceivable way. Even his character was rotten to the core.
It was almost pitiful, but not quite enough to warrant sympathy—not when the eldest Leonin son was so utterly vile. He'd even tried to bend her to his will using that scrap of family influence. A clumsy, pathetic attempt, of course. It failed spectacularly, earning only Serica's scornful sneer laced with disgust.
Years had passed since then, and now here they sat face-to-face. Time hadn't changed the core truth: Serica still found him viscerally repulsive. This young villain embodied everything she despised—the corrupt nobility drowning in power and greed. It marked him as her enemy, always and forever.
"You've been hanging around Ea a lot lately."
"Yeah, well, my sis and I get along great."
The Leonin wastrel crossed his legs, replying with brazen confidence bordering on insolence.
His rudeness she could tolerate. What she couldn't stomach was this yellow-bellied punk getting tangled up with her prized disciple.
"I can't imagine why Ea would get along with the likes of you."
"Harsh words. A brother and sister can be close, y'know."
"Or the opposite."
"On what grounds?"
Playing dumb to the end, huh? Serica had heard the rumors about her disciple and confirmed them herself. Her suspicions had hardened into certainty. Ever since this creep enrolled, Ea had changed. The radiant light she once shone with now seemed dimmed, overshadowed by his dark presence.
"Id Leonin. I know exactly what kind of scum you are. And you know what kind of woman I am."
Serica rose from her seat as she spoke. She didn't want to intimidate a cadet like this in her role as instructor, but experience had taught her that with lowlife villains like him, blunt and direct methods were the most effective.
Undoing the buttons on her shirt, she shrugged it off, unhooked her bra, and bared her B-cup breasts without reservation—pink areolas and nipples fully exposed.
"This is your second warning, Id Leonin. Stay the hell away from Ea. If you don't, you can guess what happens next."
"And what's that?"
Serica's voice hardened into a growl.
"You'll watch me finger my nipples and cum like a shameless slut."
But then...
"Kh... heh... scary stuff..."
Against all expectation, Id neither flinched nor froze. He just smirked, like he was looking down on her.
"You're laughing? You think I'm joking?!"
Words alone wouldn't scare him off. Fine. Time to demonstrate. Serica pinched her soft pink nipples between her fingers and began toying with them.
How's this? Still cocky?
But astonishingly, Id's expression remained unfazed. Serica faltered. No one had ever faced her "Bitch Masturbation Intimidation Technique" head-on and stayed so composed.
She hadn't noticed. The external interference twisting her own thoughts. The massive pair of hands hovering above her head, emanating dark mana, directly puppeteering her.
Black Magic: Mind Violator
Directly interferes with the target's psyche, reshaping thoughts to the caster's whims—a potent black magic spell.
Serica had been ambushed over an hour ago in the hallway by Irina, lurking in wait, and fallen under the spell's grip.
"That's all you got?"
"You... you'll regret saying that."
She hadn't wanted to go this far, but no choice now. Her cherished disciple's brother or not—she'd planned to go easy. You brought this on yourself, Id.
With resolve, Serica slid down her pants and panties, exposing her pussy.
"See this? That protrusion nestled inside my inner labia—this is proof of my title as Sword Saint. The Clitoris Sword that struck terror into countless foes."
Spreading her pussy lips with her fingers, she intoned gravely.
"Apologize for your recklessness now, and I won't use it."
Thrusting out her chest proudly, she declared.
"Kh... heh heh... fucking hilarious... And if I don't?"
"...You'll end up like the others—another stain dissolved on this blade."
"Bring it."
"...You're serious?"
What courage was this? Defying death even now. Serica couldn't comprehend it.
"What, chicken?"
"Don't regret this! Hyaah!"
Charging at Id with fierce momentum, Serica clasped her hands behind her neck, thrust her lower abdomen forward, and expertly swung her erect clitoris.
"Hah! Haah! Haaaaah!"
A whirlwind of pleasure-blades. A display worthy of the Sword Saint—or so it played out in Serica's mind.
Pleasure Sword: Iron's Song! Pleasure Sword: Shower of Piercing Strikes!
Vigorously shouting skill names, she ground her clitoris against Id's knee.
"Ohot...! Hnng...!"
As her clit rubbed against him, her battle cries morphed into lewd moans.
"This is getting pathetic. Irina—just end it."
"Yes♥ Master Id♥"
At Id's command, Irina stepped out from her hiding spot, Necron's Grimoire in hand, and extended her palm.
Black Magic: Personality Severance
Necron's Grimoire pulsed with sinister black mana, which seeped into Serica.
Immediately after...
"Ahng...?! Haaaaaaaah♥"
Serica hunched over, writhing in agony. Then, a long silver mass erupted from her rear, splattering to the floor—her personality core, forcibly extracted by black magic.
Her soulless body went vacant-eyed and collapsed, face-planting limply.
Black Magic: Toolification
Irina chanted again, and the personality mass coalesced into a bracelet.
"It's done, Master."
"Good work, Irina."
Id approached, stroking her hair in praise. Irina blushed, replying shyly.
"Not at all. Serving you is my joy and bliss... If anything, thank you for letting this Irina follow you♥"
The silver twintail black mage nuzzled into her master's embrace like a spoiled pet.
"Alright then. Attention."
Id slipped on the bracelet and extended his hand toward Serica's limp body, commanding.
The bracelet hummed, and moments later, Serica slowly rose to attention.
"Hm... kinda sluggish."
"Probably adjusting. Her personality's still resisting. But don't worry—obedience will come with each command until she forgets her ego and self entirely, obeying you without question."
"Got it. Salute."
Serica snapped to, hand to brow.
"Introduce yourself."
"...Serica Ennel. Female. Age 41. From Enrico Province. Began sword training at age 6. Childhood dream: become a noble knight like my father. After my house fell, I reluctantly became an adventurer, building my fame."
"41? Total milf."
Serica twitched at that.
"Looks mid-20s though."
"...A unique breathing technique from an Eastern noble I met on my travels keeps me youthful."
"Huh. But your tone's too uppity. Can't you be more polite?"
"...My apologies. I shall use respectful speech."
Serica adjusted instantly.
"Nah, try whining like a brat. Talk like you're hopelessly smitten with your lover, dying just from looking at him."
"...I don't understand the request."
"Like some pathetic housewife you'd pity on the street."
Serica flushed, hesitating, then clasped her arms under her breasts, squishing them as she spoke.
"Uuuung♥ Serica doesn't really get that stuff♥ But since it's an order from my super-duper favorite Id-sama, I'll try my best♥"
"Good. Like that."
"...Understood."
"Hey. Wrong tone. Again."
"Ehet♥ Got it♥"
Irina, watching, burst out laughing.
"What an idiot. Is this really that mad dog instructor the cadets feared? Not embarrassed?"
"Serica doesn't know about that stuff~? Serica's just a tool obeying Master's orders. Right, Master~?"
"Enough. Starting to feel queasy."
"...Yes."
Back to her calm demeanor in a flash, standing at attention.
"Act like your usual self until my next command. Can you?"
"Of course, Master."
"Good. Now get dressed... Nah. Mark you first."
Id picked up a blunt-tipped pen and approached Serica.