Academy's Rebel (14): "Theo Rud."

"Theo Rud."

As I walked down the corridor, a voice called out to me, making me turn around. There stood a woman with red hair tied in a ponytail. It was Instructor Serica, more famously known among the cadets as "Mad Dog."

She was prickly, showed no mercy, and her punishments were ruthless—that's how she earned the nickname. But unlike the other cadets, Theo didn't dislike or think negatively of Serica. He knew she was fundamentally a good person, even if she was strict and intimidating.

Unlike the other instructors, Serica didn't discriminate against cadets based on their status or background. Given the academy's nature, where children of prestigious noble families attended, some instructors openly favored them or overlooked their misdeeds. After all, offending them could lead to unknown retaliation down the line.

But Serica was different. She disciplined everyone equally, whether they were from fallen noble houses or connected to the royal family. Theo greatly admired her fairness.

"Yes? Instructor?"

"I've heard the rumors. You need someone to teach you swordsmanship, right?"

Serica stepped close as she spoke. Her approach blocked Theo's view in an unexpected way, leaving him flustered as he backed away. His gaze had landed on her chest.

Unlike her usual plain shirt and long pants—practical and unremarkable—Serica now wore a provocative high-leg bikini with stockings and high heels. She'd applied heavy makeup, far more than usual, adorned herself with necklaces and piercings, and even had tattoos. And that sharp, stimulating scent—she must have sprayed on perfume.

It was a far cry from the instructor Theo knew. Honestly, it was sexy but sleazy, more suited to a dark alley at night than the academy.

"I-Instructor... that outfit...?"

Theo asked cautiously, worried he'd get scolded for speaking up, but he couldn't just let it slide. She was someone he respected deep down.

"Oh, this? Recently, a high-ranking noble's child pointed it out to me. I agreed that I've been too strict about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠decorum lately, so I decided to change. As an instructor, I should set an example, so I'm starting with myself."

"Even so... isn't it a bit...?"

Serica responded firmly and sternly.

"Nonsense. I tested it out walking around the grounds, and everyone praised it. This isn't something a lowborn like you from a fallen house can judge anyway. There's a vast difference in aesthetic taste between the elite and the rabble."

"Th-that's..."

"Quiet. Just follow me."

Serica cut him off ruthlessly and turned away. Even for her usual blunt personality, something felt fundamentally off, filling Theo with unease as he stared at her back.

Then his gaze drifted lower, to the tattoo on her hip, and further down to the cleft between her firm, ample buttocks. Deep in that crevice gleamed something bizarre, topped with a jeweled end.

That spot is definitely...

Realizing what it was, Theo flushed red and shook his head vigorously.

What am I even thinking?

But a question lingered. Why would she have that there...?

They arrived at a training room off to the side of the indoor gymnasium.

"Catch."

Serica grabbed a training sword from a rack and tossed it to Theo.

"Why this...?"

"What a stupid question. With your mediocre lowborn background, is your brain as slow as your bloodline? I want to test your skill level. Attack me."

Provoked repeatedly, Theo's temper flared. He charged and swung with full force.

Serica, standing defenseless, snatched a training ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sword from the wall in an instant, parried his strike, and countered with a blow to his solar plexus.

"Ack!"

Theo flew back, rolling across the floor.

"Zero points. Failing grade. I've never seen anyone this pathetic. No fundamentals, clumsy footwork. Even a six-year-old could do better. Must be your inferior bloodline."

Her biting criticism poured out.

"Ngh...!"

Biting back frustration, Theo gritted his teeth, glared up at her, and declared.

"I can... do more...!"

That spark in his eyes was nothing like the timid bumpkin from a backwater house he'd always been.

Recognizing it, Serica sheathed her sword per the pre-implanted command and extended a hand to the cadet she'd just belittled.

"Just kidding. That wasn't bad at all. Pretty skilled, actually. I almost got hit."

"...Huh?"

Theo blinked in confusion at her sudden 180-degree shift.

Unaware it was scripted behavior from that command, Theo couldn't make sense of the situation.

Then the door opened, and someone entered.

"Oh, you're already at it."

It was Id Leonin, the blond young man with a frivolous air.

"Id? What are you doing here...?"

"Obviously, because I told Serica to teach you. Better to learn from someone with real expertise than me, right?"

"Oh... I see..."

More surprising was Serica. Theo was shocked that Id spoke so casually to her. With her personality, she'd surely smack him.

But whether Id didn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠know or didn't care, he approached Serica and casually placed a hand on her ass.

"So? How's Theo's skill? Decent?"

Theo paled, worried for his friend. The outcome seemed obvious.

But unexpectedly, Serica turned with a soft smile and replied gently.

"Not bad at all. With a little focused training, he could shape up quickly."

"Good to hear. But you, watch your mouth. He's my friend."

Id pinched her ass hard in reprimand. Theo braced for punishment, but Serica meekly replied.

"My apologies. I was rude."

"Yeah. Treat him with respect, like you do me."

"Understood, Id."

Id turned to the dumbfounded Theo.

"If she was rude, I'll apologize for her. I drill manners into her whenever I can, but she keeps slipping."

"N-no, it's fine. But... what's your relationship with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the instructor? It doesn't seem normal."

"Oh, she used to work for my family. I trained her back then. Ran into her here years later, and she'd gotten cocky again. So, re-education time."

Id slid a hand to Serica's waist, pulled her close, and forced a kiss. She complied willingly, and they shared a deep, lustful exchange for a while.

"Instructor Serica... so submissive...?"

Theo swallowed hard watching them. His pants felt unbearably tight. It was dizzying; he might cum just from the sight.

"What, hard already? You got turned on watching me kiss Serica?"

Id snickered.

"I-I..."

His pride stung, Theo stammered.

"Don't play dumb. You're fully erect. Hey, cumdump. My friend's hard because of you."

"What should I do, Id?"

"What do you think? Strip, idiot. He wants to jerk off to you."

"Understood."

Serica tugged aside her black string high-leg bikini. Already scandalously revealing, with her areolas peeking through, it now felt utterly shameless. Vile graffiti covered her body.

The lewd phrases in what looked like Id's handwriting scrawled across her breasts and lower belly horrified Theo.

"I-Id... even for you, this is too much..."

"Don't worry. She begged for every one. Serica here acts all prim and proper in public, but she's a perverted masochist with nothing but filthy thoughts in her head."

"M-masochist...?"

Theo muttered in disbelief. But someone covered in such vulgar writing probably didn't have normal tastes. If she hated it, she'd cover it up or complain.

But the strict, no-nonsense Instructor Serica... No way...

Then, as if to confirm, Id groped her breasts and said.

"Serica, drop the act. Flirt like you do when we're alone."

"Flirt... you mean?"

"Yeah. Your true nature."

The bracelet on her wrist glowed faintly, but Theo, distracted, didn't notice.

Serica smirked slyly. That expression alone shifted her aura dramatically.

"That's... so embarrassing, Id♥"

Id smacked her ass arrogantly.

"Do it. Too chatty. Cocky bitch."

"Eek♥ Sorry♥ I overstepped my place♥"

Serica spread her legs wide in a sumo stance, exposing her dripping pussy, saluted, and declared.

"Instructor Serica. I act like a mad dog cracking down on decorum among cadets, but really, my head's full of cock obsession like a slutty whore♥ I became a swordswoman because swords look like dicks♥ And masturbating with the hilt feels so good, I can't quit♥ Thanks to you seeing my vulgar true self, Id, I get to be used as a pussy—I'm so happy♥"

Drool. Her pitiful, degrading words came with constant arousal. Her gaping pussy leaked juices steadily.

Theo had no choice but to accept it. The instructor he'd admired, the swordswoman, was a filthy pervert.

"Ahh..."

He muttered in dismay. Despite his pale face, his erection throbbed harder than ever.

"If it's too much, want some eye candy?"

Id dropped his pants, revealing his cock. Serica gripped it, smirking lewdly as she stroked expertly.

"Spread."

"Yes♥ Id♥"

She bent forward, ass out. Id thrust into her soaked folds.

"Hng♥ Ah♥"

As Id pumped, Serica wailed vulgarly, her face beaming with ecstasy. Wet slaps echoed, her juices soaking the floor.

Mesmerized, Theo's hand drifted unconsciously to his crotch. Realizing, he froze, hesitated—then gave in, dropping his pants to stroke.

"Ngh...!"

Minutes later, he came toward Serica. But his semen splattered weakly on the floor, nowhere near her.

"Id's big, thick cock feels so gooood♥ Aahn♥"

Ignoring him completely, they kept fucking. Legs giving out, Theo slumped, overwhelmed by sudden self-loathing and despair. He hung his head.