Chapter 583
Chapter 583
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 583
Chapter Title: I Became the Academy's Sex Education Professor (9)
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"Hmph, it was super super unpleasant. Satisfied now?"
"Rosemary Ardina."
"W-Wait a sec! That again?!"
"How did it feel?"
"When you hugged me, Professor, I felt this strange thrill that got me all excited. I should have hated it... but your scent filled my head... and your touch started feeling so tender that my heart was pounding. It was like my body and mind were playing separately... Aah, seriously!"
"...That's not what I asked."
"What do you want me to say?! I don't wanna answer either!"
"Sigh... Rosemary Ardina, what exactly felt good and how?"
"Urgh."
"Answer me."
"My butt... it felt good. It's a place you shouldn't touch, but you kept groping it... it felt like I was doing something naughty, like I was a bad girl, and my heart... my chest..."
"I'm not asking for your impressions... Hoo, do I have to explain this too?"
"Ughhh... What do you want?! I'm answering honestly!"
"I see. Is this an issue of intelligence?"
"W-What?! Did you just call me stupid... Kyaa?!"
Indeed, she didn't end up at the bottom of the class for nothing.
Rosemary Ardina glared at me with a dumb look on her face.
This was already our third makeup lesson, and she still didn't grasp the point of these sessions.
Feeling frustrated, I approached her and gently caressed the inside of her thigh.
"How about here?"
"What do you mean... it's just my thigh."
"I see. What if I go a little higher?"
"Wait, eek..."
"You're reacting. Did you feel pleasure?"
"Not quite pleasure, hngh... it gave me chills..."
"And here?"
"Haa... W-Wait... Ungh..."
"What does it feel like?"
"I don't know, haat... haa, something tingly..."
"Does it feel lewd?"
"...Maybe."
"That's because this is your erogenous zone."
"E-Erogenous zone?"
"Yes, erogenous zone. The parts of the body where people feel sexual pleasure. In your case, this spot—normally hidden inside your skirt—is your erogenous zone. So when it's caressed softly like this, or stimulated firmly..."
"Haaaang!"
"You react like that. That's what an erogenous zone is."
Rosemary let out a lewd moan as I teased her erogenous zone.
Her eyes welled up with tears from the sexual pleasure, and she glared at me. She looked utterly indignant at having climaxed lightly without her consent. But I wasn't the one panicking. Keeping a straight face, I continued the lesson.
"That's why the enemy's soldiers will target your erogenous zones relentlessly."
"...Urgh."
"What's wrong? Scared?"
"W-Who, me?! Not at all?! Totally fine!"
"Hmm, as expected of a lady of the Ardina house."
"You bet! I was a bit flustered, but... I overcame it!"
"Good. Follow along properly from now on. You need to know exactly where your erogenous zones are. And you need to learn how to endure the pleasure they give."
"...Got it!"
"Now, answer honestly. How about here?"
"There, haat, ungh..."
She's such a beginner heroine, after all.
Rosemary nodded, buying into my plausible nonsense.
I ordered her to hold up her skirt since she stopped resisting, then moved my hand to caress every inch of her erogenous zones—starting with her thighs, then her butt... from top to bottom and back up, pleasuring her in ways even a virgin like Rosemary could feel.
"How does it feel?"
"Haa, haaang... It feels good... ungh, so good..."
"Who, where, how is making it feel good?"
"The professor's touching my butt, ungh... my thighs, haa, around my panties so softly, teasingly... haaa, it feels so good..."
"And now?"
"The professor's on my chest, ungh... unbuttoning, ah, no..."
"Is your chest embarrassing?"
"Ungh, it's embarrassing..."
"What about here?"
"Kyaaaa?!"
"Tell me, Rosemary Ardina. Who, where, how am I touching you?"
"The professor... slipped his hand inside my panties... haa, aaah... pressing on my lower belly, ungh. And just that... haang, is making me excited..."
"No hair down there. Do you shave specially?"
"...N-No."
"Genetics, then? Whatever... Now, what if I slide my hand lower?"
"Nooo... That's, ungh, I don't want that!"
"Is your pussy embarrassing too?"
"P-Pussy... Nooo..."
"Too much for now, huh. Alright, we'll stop here today."
"Haa, haaa... haaa..."
Was her mind going hazy from the nonstop caressing?
Her legs gave out, and she slumped into my arms, breathing raggedly.
Then she shivered and twitched her hips. There'd been no direct contact, but it seemed the taboo thrill of allowing access inside her panties had gotten to her. Now burying her face in my chest without a hint of resistance, I stroked her hair.
"That's impressive progress for you. Come back at this time tomorrow."
"Haat, haa... Got it..."
The makeup lessons were fun, but now it was time to return to regular classes.
I straightened my attire and headed to Lecture Room 7 as usual.
Sion greeted me with her usual stoic expression, Anna looked noticeably tense, and Rosemary—having been pleasured multiple times—was blatantly conscious of me.
"Class begins."
Last time, I'd taught them about humiliation...
Today, it was time for 'shame.'
Turning the lecture room into a complete sealed space, I ordered the students to strip.
"Haaaa?!"
"P-Professor?!"
"......"
"I said strip."
"Are you seriously insane?!"
"P-Professor, that's a bit..."
"......"
"Sigh, I clearly said to strip."
"It's too sudden! Sion Ernst! Say something... Kyaa?!"
"A-A-Ah..."
"......"
My justification was solid.
Why would they leave captured prisoners alone?
I explained that this was something that could easily happen, and that we were training for it. ...That was just an excuse, though. My real goal was to instill shame in them. Ultimately, the key was getting used to 'lewd acts.' They needed to be able to bare themselves shamelessly for NTR to work smoothly. This class was prep for that.
"...Impressive, Sion Ernst. A model student."
"Thank you."
But... does she really not know shame?
Sion Ernst had stripped naked in the blink of an eye and returned to her seat. Her pink nipples stood out against her snow-white skin, drawing my gaze. Even with good intentions, you'd expect some shame... but Sion Ernst showed none.
"T-This can't be real..."
"Ughhh..."
"W-Wait! Anna Hilts, even you?!"
"But... Miss Ernst stripped too."
"That's because she's the weird one!"
"The weird one is you, Rosemary Ardina."
"Hic."
"You've been making a fuss. Want to clean the toilets?"
"Rather than getting naked... cleaning toilets..."
"For the whole semester? As a lady of the Ardina house?"
"...Urgh."
"Think you'll resist like that when captured? I told you, didn't I? The more you hate it, the more the enemy soldiers will love it. Showing disarray just proves their scheme is working."
"Tch... Fine, I'll strip!"
Normally, she'd be the one blushing like that...
Is her empathy low? Or does she just not think about it?
Maybe... she only sees herself as a 'knight.'
Ignoring gender entirely, just a sword-obsessed fool—that's plausible in a fantasy world. Raised on nothing but the sword since childhood... Yeah, that tracks for her 'character.' It finally clicked.
Sion Ernst was no easy heroine.
"All stripped?"
"Urgh... P-Pervert! Your gaze is too lewd, isn't it?!"
"Thinking it's lewd makes you the lewd one."
"T-That's sophistry!"
"Sion Ernst, what do you think?"
"......I don't think anything."
"That's the attitude you two should aim for."
"That's just having no thoughts!"
To conquer Sion Ernst, I'd need a route completely opposite to sexual stimulation. Unlike Rosemary, who might fall from looking and touching... Sion was different. I needed a purely innocent approach.
And luckily, I had the perfect method.
"Good thing there's a model student."
"Thank you."
"You said you wanted instruction?"
"......Yes."
"Come to the special training room starting next week."