Chapter 584
Chapter 584
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 584
Chapter Title: Became the Academy's Sex Ed Professor (10)
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No matter how much I thought about it—over and over—yesterday's class was...
Ugh... truly the worst lesson ever.
In front of the classroom, with everyone watching...
Can you believe we had to strip naked?
Under Jillian Ludwig's absurd orders, me and two of my classmates had to bare it all. He said getting captured as a prisoner means stripping naked is standard procedure... So for the first time in my life, I had to expose my naked body... to a total stranger, no less.
"What are you doing?"
"W-We... we're naked!"
"I clearly told you to undress."
"Th-That's why we did!"
"Rosemary Ardina, do you not know that underwear counts as clothing?"
"......Ugh."
"Don't be shy. Take it off. That's an order."
I resisted every which way because I hated it so much...
But sadly, Ludwig was ruthless.
In the end, I had to remove even my last pieces of underwear.
Unhooking my bra and slipping it off...
Then bending down to pull off my panties—ugh... my panties...
I had to slide my panties down and expose that place.
As a student, I had no right to refuse.
"Attention."
"N-No... I don't want to..."
"Attention."
"I said no!"
"Sigh. Rosemary Ardina, that's one demerit point."
"Ugh... I'll curse you!"
"Fine, curse me all you want—just obey. You're holding up the lesson."
"......Huh?"
Honestly, though, I felt so wronged.
Of all places, that spot... my vagina!
Isn't it normal to want to hide it?
And yet Sion Ernst was so brazen about it...
She bared everything without a hint of shame.
That made Anna Hiltz follow her lead.
"Is the lady of House Ardina unable to keep up?"
"W-Wait a second! You two really..."
"?"
"Ugh... Anna! Say something!"
"J-Just do as you're told, Lady Rosemary..."
"Whaaat?!"
Because of them, I had to strike the attention pose too.
My breasts, my nipples, my... my vagina... everything out in the open.
"Reality is harsher than this. It doesn't end with stripping. You'll face filthy, vicious insults from dozens, hundreds of mouths... You need to endure even that. For example, 'I want to fuck you' is on the mild side. 'Suck my dick,' 'I'll rape you like a dog,' and... nah, that's enough. Point is, this is just the beginning."
"......Hmph."
"So at least learn to withstand the stares."
"......Tch."
"Rosemary Ardina first."
"Wh-What...?"
"Come here. I'm going to inspect every inch of your body."
"......Ugh."
"Now."
"I-I'm coming..."
"At ease."
And after that...
Aaah, just imagining it fills me with shame.
He made me stand at ease, then stared right through me—my body, my breasts, my vagina—from so close his breath grazed my skin... Ugh, it was several times more humiliating than being touched. Nothing could be more degrading.
Thank goodness he didn't actually touch me there...
Haah, it was such a mentally exhausting class.
"Oh my, Sister! You're here early."
"Y-Yeah... I wanted to pray as soon as possible."
"Goodness, you're so devout! Come this way."
So to calm my mind, I visited the church a bit early.
I planned to pray before starting my volunteer work.
-O Aiter, who reigns over the heavens from the highest place
-Please hear my prayer
-For the foolish lamb who wanders astray
-Grant peace and rest
It's not the kind of worry I can easily share with others.
So what choice do I have? I have to rely on the Goddess.
I walked up to the statue, knelt on one knee, and spilled it all.
Of course, Ludwig won't get divine punishment for it... But still, badmouthing him like this feels good! I poured out every humiliation he'd inflicted on me and secretly prayed for a miracle. Please let Ludwig catch a cold, please let him stub his toe in a doorway—I prayed with all my heart.
"Well then, I'll leave today to you, Sister."
"Hee hee hee, leave it to me."
Mmm, yeah, bottling it up isn't good, right?
Feeling a bit more at peace, I headed to the confessional.
It was time to start my biweekly volunteer shift.
I sat in the confessional chair, cleared my throat, and steadied myself.
Thinking about hearing confessions made me a little nervous.
Even if it's just a small church in the academy, it's still a renowned one. For the reputation I've built up, I can't afford mistakes. As the lady of House Ardina and a devout believer, I owe it to the nun who trusted me with this role.
I took a sip of water, let out a big sigh, and rang the bell.
"Can things work out with that guy again?"
"Sparring class is so tough... Sniff, sob..."
"What do I do now? Last night I... binged on snacks."
...Though I was tense at first.
Ahem, lots of worries today too.
Honestly, it felt more like counseling than actual confessions.
This isn't some ordinary church—it's inside Glorious Academy. So the visitors are all students like me. The "sins" they confess are minor rule violations at most. And most want advice for their troubles rather than penance.
"I suddenly felt like worshipping."
"Graduation's next year... and I still don't have a girlfriend."
From everyday romance woes to schoolwork, career troubles...
Heh heh, no wonder they asked me to do this.
As a fellow student, I could empathize, so I handled the counseling diligently.
-Ding ding
-Thud
"I've come to confess my sins."
"......"
"Sister?"
"Ah, y-yes! I'm listening."
Time passed, and finally, the last visitor arrived.
About two hours in? I was tired from listening and stretched...
...Only to yelp in surprise.
A deeply authoritative voice. Refined speech.
And a very, very... familiar scent.
"I've committed an unforgivable sin."
No way I wouldn't recognize it.
It was Jillian Ludwig, confessing his own sins.
The confessional was about two paces wide, with a partition wall so you couldn't see who was on the other side.
But with a voice and tone this familiar...
You could make a pretty good guess.
Jillian Ludwig, the great hero of the last war... who toyed with me, made me strip naked, inspected my vagina right up close. That human scum—what could bring him here? He claims he committed a sin... Yeah right, would a smug bastard like him come to church to confess? Everything was suspicious.
"The Goddess will forgive you."
...But first, I should hear him out.
Curiosity piqued, I altered my voice as much as possible and began the confession rite.
"Will the Goddess truly forgive me?"
"The Goddess is merciful."
"I... I inflicted a horrific memory on the tender sprouts I should cherish—something they'll never forget until they die. Even if it was for their future... It's a sin I can't erase. They'll resent me forever. I'm prepared for that resentment... but I'm terrified they'll suffer because of me for life."
"......A horrific memory?"
"I know because I've experienced it myself. There were times I couldn't sleep from fear it'd haunt my dreams, suffering from insomnia. That's why I wanted to teach them. But looking back now... I became the start of another nightmare. I'm crushing and tormenting the sprouts under the guise of teaching. I... I..."
"Br-Brother! Calm down!"
"......My apologies."
Ludwig's voice, always so confident...
Started trembling little by little.
A deep sigh as he regretted his mistakes.
That story just now... it had to be about that class, right? He was so cold yesterday... What's with that?! Ludwig feeling guilty?! Am I hearing things?! His unexpected confession made my hands shake.
"O Aiter, who reigns over the heavens from the highest place, grant me rest..."
"The Goddess will forgi... forgive you."
"No. I am a sinner. I know my wrongs... but I won't stop. The frail sprouts need storms to bloom. So I will become the tempest."
"......Is that your pride?"
"Pride... Yes, that's my pride. And yet... thinking of their pain terrifies me. Is tormenting them for an ideal truly right? Do I even have the right to crush the sprouts?"
"Brother..."
Sobs echoed from the other side.
That smug guy... shaken by guilt.
Yesterday, when he made me strip, he was utterly revolting...
Did he feel sorry deep down?
He tries to hold back the tears, but ends up sobbing anyway.
Seeing the weak side of someone I thought unbreakable... it stirred such pity. His trembling voice calling himself a sinner... I felt his sincerity and teared up too. Beneath that upright, sturdy mask was such fragility. Learning this new truth blurred my vision over and over.
"I am a sinner. Thus, I seek no forgiveness."
"...Brother."
"I only pray. Grant me the courage to bear their hatred..."
"......The Goddess will hear your plea."
With words of thanks, Ludwig left the confessional.
But I couldn't move from my seat until the nun came.
It hits me anew, but...
I think I have a real talent for acting.