Had a good time

"Phew... refreshing."

Savoring the afterglow of release, I wiped my cock—soiled with pre-cum and semen—clean on Reya's hair, seuseuk seuseuk.

Thanks to that, Reya's black hair was now coated in my semen, shimmering with a greyish gloss, but I didn't particularly care.

I'd heard an old wives' tale that semen is good for a woman's beauty; wouldn't my Reya noona like it too? No? If not, then never mind.

"Aww, so pretty~. If I could, I'd love to comb it through her hair evenly, but I forgot to bring a comb with me. I'll make sure to prepare a comb for next time~."

"..."

"Haha, no need to thank me that much. We're close, aren't we?"

Even though no reply came, I kept chattering to myself, giggling.

Why am I acting like a psychopath like this?

Well... because it's fun.

I'm not showing this scene to anyone, so there's no need to care about what others think.

Chalkak.

One day in the near future, I'll get to show her the photos I took just now and enjoy Reya's reaction, right?

I'm not sure when that day will be, but I'm already looking forward to it.

Gazing at the photo of her with her eyes squeezed shut, kneeling meekly on the floor, her face and hair a mess of semen, I nodded in satisfaction.

+++

I cleaned up what needed cleaning among the semen I'd splattered, left what could be left as it was, and over time, I tidied up here and there.

What if I get caught after doing such a half-assed job?

It's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fine, it's fine~.

At a glance, it's obvious she's a scatterbrained, airheaded mess when it comes to anything outside her own boundaries. How would someone like that figure out why her ass or thighs are suddenly red and flushed? And how would she properly judge when the semen got plastered all over her head?

Even if she somehow managed, could she connect it to me?

Nah, impossible.

I guess she might think it's a bit odd, but from my view, she won't even realize that the sticky stuff clinging to her hair is semen. And by the time she checks and sees her skin flushed red, she'll probably just chalk it up to a skin breakout.

The smell of chestnut flowers? That's a pain, so I'll just gloss over it with hypnosis.

Thus, without much worry, I released Reya noona's trance state.

[Reya Bennett's trance state is released.]

Soon after, Reya noona's unfocused eyes slowly regained their vitality, her pupils starting to fixate, and before long, she slowly blinked, rolling her eyes side to side.

Then, suddenly sensing something off, she tilted her head slightly, and at the inexplicable heat, she touched near her buttocks, or at the sweetish smell, she kept twitching her nose.

Even at a glance, she seemed to find the sudden lapse in her consciousness and the sudden smell of chestnut flowers strange.

My poor noona; she looks like she's struggling with that frown. I should help her a bit so she doesn't waste energy on pointless things.

To keep her from getting more confused, I kindly spoke to her.

"[Noona, you were like that yesterday too. Are you that exhausted from work? Why are you spacing out so much?]"

"...Y-Yeah...? Ah, s-sorry... I just blanked out for a moment..."

Reya noona, who had been deep in thought trying to figure out the strange feeling, startled belatedly at my words and bowed her head deeply.

And then, she kept glancing at me nervously—so incredibly cute.

Oh my~ That's my Reya noona for you.

We've only met a few times, but I really like seeing my Reya noona so restless while gauging my reaction. It's enjoyable to tease her.

But that aside, I need to set things up so that even if Reya noona feels something off, she'll rationalize it herself or dismiss it as just her imagination.

Every time, I have to talk to her so she doesn't get distracted and worry whether she might have caught on—this is quite a hassle.

"Um... here's the book you were looking for."

"...Ah, thank you."

While I was lost in idle thoughts, Reya timidly handed me a book.

I belatedly recalled the excuse I'd used on her and accepted the book.

Reya tilted her head slightly at my behavior.

Then she hesitated for a moment, twiddling her fingers and opening and closing her mouth as if she had something to say.

"Uh... um... well..." —a long, drawn-out trailing of words.

I calmly waited for her to speak.

If she were to ask if I felt anything strange, I'd just hypnotize her right away.

"Um, um... by the way, is there a reason you always look for books like these...?"

But after all that hesitation, what she asked was something like that.

What's this? I checked her expression, and she looked as though she'd completely forgotten the eerie feeling from just moments ago. That's something.

So is she asking out of pure curiosity as a librarian?

Or maybe she's benefiting from the favorable impression suggestions I planted a while ago.

Before, she'd run off as if the mission was over, but now she's striking up a conversation, which means she must be mustering the courage to signal that she wants to get closer.

But either way, it was quite out of the blue.

After all, I'd already told her the reason I search for such useless books when we first met.

"Ah, I mean, uh... it's not like at all that you shouldn't read these books or that it's annoying to find them... I'm just curious...! Since they're books nobody else reads...!"

While I was racking my brains and choosing an answer for a moment, Reya noona got increasingly anxious that she might have made another slip of the tongue. She started acting with the exaggerated manner of someone with crushed social skills, broadcasting with her whole body, "I had no intention of making you uncomfortable...!"

I blinked and watched her, then let out a chuckle and answered.

"Hey~ it's fine. If you're curious, you can ask. We're close, after all~."

"...Ah, okay..."

When I responded so nonchalantly, Reya noona instead made a rather awkward face.

Seems we're not close enough yet for her to take such jokes without holding back.

That's a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bit sad.

"I think I mentioned it when I first met you, Librarian noona, but it's nothing special. I made a bet with some buddies. Something like naming the most unlikely books to be in the library."

"Ah, aah, that's... right... yeah..."

Reya nodded as if she'd belatedly remembered while rummaging through her memories.

"..."

"..."

And a brief silence.

Perhaps that silence felt awkward and uncomfortable again, because Reya once more began rolling her eyes, alternately looking at me and the corridor behind me.

I chuckled again at the sight.

Partly because her small-animal behavior was cute, but also because it was adorable how she was fretting over me without even noticing the semen I'd sprayed on her crown, sticky and messy.

'My Reya noona looks like she's dying of discomfort, and I'm getting pretty exhausted too. Maybe I should head off and rest.'

I cleared my throat and spoke in an over-the-top, half-joking, half-serious theatrical manner, as if I'd just suddenly remembered an urgent matter.

"Oh dear! I totally forgot I had something urgent to do. I'll be off now. Thanks again for finding the book today."

"Yeah? Huh? D-Don't mention it... Then hurry on your way."

Objectively, I'm not that great at acting, and it was half a joke, so it must've been obvious... but as if none of that mattered, I could see Reya's expression instantly brighten.

She sure loves it when I say I'm leaving.

"Well, take care. If it's okay, I'll ask for your help again tomorrow~."

I gave a slight nod and turned around, heading back the way I came.

I thought I heard something like "Uh... well, that's..." from behind me, but I'll just lightly ignore it.

After all, our adorable Reya's opinion doesn't matter.

+++

I returned the book I'd borrowed yesterday, picked up a new one, and left the library, heading back to the dormitory.

"Kkeuuuuuuungcha... so tired..."

Walking along the promenade, I stretched my arms.

"Ha... seriously, I'm gonna start exercising soon, for real."

This marks day three as the Magic Tool Owner.

Through today's events, I've realized a few things about my current situation and its problems.

Namely, no matter how smoothly the hypnotic training goes in the future, I'll never have the leisure of physical stamina.

At first, I thought I'd only struggle intensely in the beginning, and once the training got on track, I'd have leeway both mentally and physically.

But come to think of it, the structure of hypnotic training couldn't possibly allow that.

Think about it: suppose I've completed thorough training on five people now. Would I then never train anyone else for the rest of my life? Really?

No way.

Given the chance, I'd obviously plant suggestions first and think later.

And what if some fun training concept pops up along the way? Knowing my personality, even if they're people I've already trained, I'd definitely start fresh training on them because it'd be hilarious.

'Resetting the mind of an already trained onahole slut and training her again...? Oh shit, that'd be so fun. I've gotta try it someday.'

Anyway, that's why I started thinking I should really start exercising soon to build up my stamina.

If I keep going at this hypnotic training like crazy, I feel like I'll either drop dead from overwork or die from excessive ejaculation.

By the grace of the Demon God, I'm now a Magic Tool Owner; I can't just die so pathetically.

'Hya, that woman has a fine figure. Swordswoman types really do have great bodies.'

Watching the knight department students running shirtless beside me, I had a serious moment of pondering the importance of exercise.

'Exercise aside, it'd be better to find someone to teach me, right? That'd be more efficient. Hmm, yes, indeed.'

I should look for a pretty one.

How should I train a swordswoman type? Defeat masochist?

Hehe, training will be fun.

"Ha... I'm so tired my thoughts are just running wild. Gotta get to the dorm fast and sleep or something."

I rubbed my dry face and let out a deep sigh.

Being so exhausted, all sorts of idle thoughts are holding hands and tap-dancing through my head.

But what can I do? This is the fate of a Magic Tool Owner.

I'll just have to endure it.

"Good grief, let's get going, get going."

I started trudging along again.

Of course, even then, my head kept turning to watch the knight department students passing by on my side.

Which means the side opposite my turned head was a blind spot.

Why am I bringing that up now, you ask?

"Keok...!!!"

Well, that's what I'd like to know.

I never imagined that from the opposite side, something would jump out and ram straight into my side.

The other side clearly had bushes and trees planted along the road.

Even Swordmaster grandpa would have collided here.

"Ah, sorry about that. Made a mistake during training... You alright?"

From the voice, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it sounds like a woman, but you, I won't let you off easy.

"Euhh? Hey! Snap out of it!"

I'll train her into a real goddamn vulgar onahole.

"It wasn't that hard a hit, how can...!"

The last thing I heard was the flustered voice of the female trainee before my fatigue-addled consciousness went pik and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cut off.

+++

Kkumppeok, kkumppeok.

Wow. An unfamiliar ceiling.

"...Where the hell am I now?"

Feeling like all worldly affairs are bothersome and I don't even want to get up, I only moved my head around to survey the surroundings.

A bed tidied with pure white blankets and sheets. I was lying in it, and beside me, just as white curtains were drawn around the bed.

"Is this... the infirmary? Why am I here?"

I was clearly on my way back to the dorm after rubbing my cock all over our adorable Reya noona's face in the library and refreshingly shooting semen all over her...

Chwararak.

While I was carefully tracing my earlier memories, the drawn curtain slid open with a chwararak sound.

"Are you awake?"

From beyond the curtain appeared a woman with teal hair and glasses that suited her well, giving off an intellectual and cold impression.

"Huh? What's the teaching assistant doing here?"

It was Lydia Lumiere, a graduate student and teaching assistant in the Department of Pure Elemental Magic Theory.

Today, as always, she was impeccably dressed in a suit, but perhaps because the setting was the infirmary, she wore a white coat instead of her suit jacket, which seemed to show off her peculiar stubbornness. I thought to myself, this person really is extraordinarily odd.

Unlike the students who are forced to wear uniforms, faculty can wear whatever they want as long as it's neat, yet she never thinks of dressing up and always insists on wearing suits—I don't get it.

"What a strange question. Isn't it natural for a healer to be in the infirmary?"

Sitting on the chair beside the bed, Teaching Assistant Lydia blinked at my off-topic question, then let out a deep sigh and began explaining in a calm manner, as if dealing with a severely lacking student.

Her voice was really pleasant to listen to.

But the explanation she gave with that pleasant voice was pretty absurd.

"So you're saying you do both jobs?"

"That's right."

"Hah... well, hah......"

I opened and closed my mouth, at a loss for words.

Not in a negative way; I was just genuinely surprised.

I realized the woman in front of me was a far more capable elite than I'd known.

The Imperial Academy is, without a doubt, the continent's finest educational institution.

As such, the standards for its affiliated faculty and professors are also exceptional. But I'd heard that the departments responsible for health and treatment require even higher criteria.

Many departments target ordinary people, but the academy's fundamental purpose is to cultivate superhumans. The harder students push their studies, the more frequent the injuries become.

With intense training and research, people come in injured from all sorts of incidents. If they can't be treated properly, in the worst case, they end up packing their bags and returning home saying, "I used to attend the academy." So it's only natural.

For that reason, the resident healers at the academy are all practitioners of professor-level skill... But to hear that a mere teaching assistant is doing it as a second job—needless to say, I was astonished.

If she has that much ability, why go through the graduate student route and suffer instead of just being a full-time healer?

I asked, and her answer was something else.

Just like her supervisor, Selvier, she herself wants to become someone who can guide those who put in effort, or something like that.

But apparently, it's not going as well as she'd like, so for now she's also working as a healer to try and increase her points of contact with the students.

"Th-that's... amazing. Really."

"Don't go around telling others. It's embarrassing."

When I stammered out a compliment while looking at her as if she were some bizarre spectacle, Lydia shot me a warning with an icy expression.

I coaxed her gently with hypnosis, but if she hates it that much, she shouldn't have said anything. She confesses everything and then gives me such a scary warning.

Anyway, roughly like that, my curiosity was satisfied, and the back-and-forth conversation was nearing its end.

[Lydia Lumiere falls into a trance.]

I put Lydia into a trance state.

Did I forget something important?

Hmm.

Since I can't really think of anything, it doesn't seem that important.