Chapter 581
Chapter 581
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 581
Chapter Title: I Became the Academy's Sex Education Professor (7)
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Shoulder-length brown hair and subtly generous breasts.
Anna Hilts was a more alluring side character than I'd anticipated.
She lacked the captivating aura that drew everyone's eyes like Rosemarie or Sion... but ordinary wasn't always a flaw. Her everyday face stirred a twisted sense of taboo. Stroking her thigh drew a lewd whimper from her lips. Who knew a model student like her could twist her face like that?
Anna Hilts really was a treat to touch.
"Haah... Uh, eung..."
No, on second thought, she wasn't a model student at all.
Anna Hilts was the only non-virgin in the room.
Her diligent facade had fooled me for a moment... but touching her revealed the truth. Anna knew her way around a man. Her reactions differed starkly from Rosemarie's. She desperately stifled the moans escaping her throat.
Her body remembered the pleasure... They say the primmest women are the wildest in bed, and that old wisdom rang true.
Not that I knew if it was really old wisdom.
"Haa, eung... Haht..."
"That's enough."
"Haaa... Haa, thank you..."
"Better than Rosemarie."
"......Ugh."
"Not saying you did a good job. Half-hearted responses only rile up the molester more. I get that you tried to hold back... but twisting your hips with teary eyes? That's no smart move. Unless you're trying to tempt them, watch your behavior."
"Y-Yes, understood!"
So, how would the main heroine fare?
After dismissing Anna Hilts, I fastened the restraints once more.
I pulled Sion Ernst into my arms, ready to toy with her.
"......"
"Hoo."
"......"
"Hmm."
"......"
But Sion's expression never shifted.
Kneading her breasts or gripping her ass... Sion Ernst betrayed zero reaction. She was the true model student, not Anna. Skills might be reset, but sexual stimulation was stimulation... Did she have some nullification power?
I activated Observation to check—and uncovered a shock.
Sion had no erogenous zones.
Well, precisely one: deep inside her pussy.
Mediocre fondling simply couldn't arouse her.
"Like this?"
"......As expected of the top student. Flawless counter."
"Thank you."
"Not like Rosemarie. Not at all."
"Ugh... Don't compare us!"
"Rosemarie Ardina, Anna Hilts—listen up. Perfect non-reaction like this embarrasses the harasser instead. They aim for humiliation, get nothing, and panic. That's what you need: ignore it like Sion Ernst. Your goal this semester."
"......Hmph, got it!"
But no cause for worry.
Erogenous zone in the pussy? Simple—target the pussy.
Early semester, so I held back today. But I'd ramp it up gradually. Strip them bare, demand blowjobs... eat them out until the main heroine crumbles too?
Past experience promised it.
Late starters burn hottest... Sion would prove the sluttiest here.
"Class dismissed. Next week, more practice—mentally brace yourselves. Especially you, Rosemarie Ardina."
"Ugh, fine! ...Sir!"
"Actually, change of plans. You need supplementary lessons."
"......Huh? Supplementary?!"
"Rest of you, go."
"W-Wait! Never heard of this?!"
Main heroine takedown? Take it slow.
Immune to sexual stimulation—no need to rush.
Till the right moment, focus on Rosemarie. Favorability negative, but this sub-heroine looked ripe for plucking. Keep her close, and she'd fall. Screaming "no" while addicted to the pleasure.
I wanted to witness it—so I adjusted plans for supplementary class.
Nothing fancy: use "male endurance training" as cover for skinship.
It's the worst!
Truly the worst!
I'm so furious I'll say it again...
Absolutely the worst!
First time I've ever been this mad!
Using class as an excuse to grope my breasts... my ass, thighs, underwear—Ludwig! Ugh... I hate it! Isn't that the worst?! How can a professor molest a student? Good intentions or not, it's a crime! Pretending would've sufficed! Or at least bring a female assistant!
But no prep, shows up solo... one by one...
Breasts... ass, thighs, underwear...
"......!"
What do I do? I just imagined it!
No affection, no care—binds my arms with restraints... presses his body flush against mine, ah, aa... unbuttons me, ugh... So annoying! Today's most humiliating bit—tiny, really tiny!—I felt pleasure. Purely physiological, sure. But I hate that I let out those weird sounds anyway.
I hate Ludwig smirking to himself at the sight.
Deep down, is he a total pervert?
Orders me to the special training room for supplementary tomorrow... Ugh, what horrors await? I want to spill everything to Father. Even if the chairman approved... Father could pull strings...
No, he'd just tell me to transfer faculties.
Especially after she just stood there blank-faced today...
Haaa, no relying on Father's clout.
-clank
"Good work today, sir."
"......Thanks, John."
"Head back now?"
"Yes, please."
But... ways aren't zero.
Father must know some dirt on Ludwig?
War hero or not... no one's flawless. No feats since the war—hidden weakness? Exploit it, counterattack... escape this absurd class?
Perfect scheme hit me; I praised myself, then rushed to Father.
"Miss, in the mansion..."
"......Keep it secret."
No—scratch that.
I strode in elegantly, nobly.
-knock knock knock
"Father, it's Rosemarie."
"Yes, come in."
Straight to the point: Please, Father's begging—tell me Jillian Ludwig's weakness.
"Ahem. Weakness... Well, shameful past exists. But it's hushed up—hard to share. Rival house or not, a man's honor deserves protection, right? Sorry, dear."
"N-No way... You like him more than me?!"
"Huh? No, not like that."
"Heavens... A man more precious than your daughter—h-how..."
"Rosemarie! I mean man-to-man..."
"Man-to-man?! Father?!"
"No—noble-to-noble! His honor..."
"Unthinkable... I'm truly disappointed!"
"I'll tell! Just clear the misunderstanding!"
"......Really?"
Father was kind, after all.
"Absolutely... keep it secret?"
"Of course!"
"Jillian Ludwig... ahem..."
"What weakness?"
"Not quite a weakness... ahem, you know he was captured? The incident that made him a war hero."
"Yes."
"Tortured then—unimaginable humiliation."
"......And?"
"And he... ahem..."
"What happened?"
"Sigh... by men..."
"Yes, by men."
"Got raped."
".........Hah?"
"Not once or twice."
"L-Liar..."
"Daily, swarmed by burly soldiers, pounded relentlessly..."
"E-Ew, nooooooo!"
Ahh, what now! I imagined it!
So those scars everywhere—from resisting back then?! Wh-what... Now it's hard to hate him outright. That absurd class stems from his trauma. Same sex, a man... Aaaa! Nooooo!
"Ro-Rosemarie! Calm down!"
"Father's an idiot! Why tell me that?!"
"S-Sorry!"
"Idiot! I'll walk with Mother today!"
"Rosemariiiii!"
Head spinning, I staggered out of the study on wobbly legs.