Chapter 113: Special Training 3
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 113: Special Training 3
"Um... Yerika? It’s not exactly normal for men and women to do... that just because they’re in a relationship. You definitely shouldn't watch them, and you definitely shouldn't try to copy them..."
"I know that much!"
Yerika’s face was beet red, her entire body trembling. Steam practically billowed from her forehead; I seriously wondered if I’d get a burn if I touched her.
Tsk. I only said it to break the ice.
To be fair, Yerika wasn't the only one flustered. Honestly, I’d considered the possibility of someone walking in, but I never imagined they’d walk in and immediately start having sex. If anyone out there actually predicted that, bring them to me. I’ll give them a silver coin on the spot.
The reason I’d cracked a joke despite the situation was that Yerika was hundreds of times more embarrassed than I was. When the couple was just kissing and swapping spit, Yerika had simply covered her blushing face with her hands. But the moment that crazy couple brought out a whip and started making those... noises, Yerika had burrowed into my arms and covered her ears.
".............."
"..............."
Silence settled over the classroom once again, now occupied by only Yerika and me.
I’ve burned those two lunatics' faces into my memory.
Those perverts who created this awkward atmosphere... if I ever run into them again, I’m definitely going to hit them. Actually, thinking back to the man who was making those weird noises while being whipped, I don't think I can bring myself to touch him.
"Auuuugh..."
Yerika was still hiding behind her hands. She had managed to conceal her face, but the problem was that her hands were just as red. Well, I’m the adult here, so I should do something.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to change the subject, Yerika beat me to it.
"Do... do students at the Academy do... th-th-that sort of thing in empty classrooms often?"
I knew the situation was serious, but seeing Yerika stutter while trying to ask indirectly triggered my mischievous side.
"By 'that sort of thing,' what exactly do you mean?"
"Eeeek! Don't tease me! You know what I mean! That!"
When I tilted my head and feigned ignorance, Yerika began weakly drumming her fists against my chest. It didn't hurt; it felt more like a tickle. I wanted to play dumb one more time, but I held back. If I actually made Yerika cry, there was no telling what the Emperor would do to me.
"Well, it’s my first time seeing it, too. But even if they do it, I doubt they usually bring a whip, right?"
I gave her a serious answer. Sure, there might be other students who sneak around, but that crazy couple with the whip had to be an anomaly.
No, they HAVE to be the only ones.
If there were more couples swinging whips and having sex around the Academy, I might seriously consider dropping out.
Yerika looked up at me with trembling golden eyes, her fingers fidgeting as if she had something else to say. Her lips parted and closed repeatedly, weighing whether it was okay to speak.
"You can speak freely," I offered, giving her the encouragement she needed.
Yerika took a few deep breaths and finally spoke.
"Haa... haa... Mr. Clown, have you ever done... that at the Academy?"
Hmm... Is that all?
"No, not even once."
She was so tense that I thought she was going to ask some monumental question, but it was simpler than I expected. Forget the Academy; I hadn't done it anywhere else, either. Of course, it wasn't exactly something to brag about, so I didn't elaborate. Running around the Academy shouting, "I'm still a virgin!" wouldn't exactly make me popular.
Johanna’s face flashed through my mind for a second, but that was probably just my imagination.
"That's a relief," Yerika muttered softly.
I turned to her. "It’s a shame, but it’s getting late. Shall we head out?"
"What? Already?"
Yerika sounded disappointed, but it couldn't be helped. Since someone had already walked in once, there was no reason it couldn't happen again. I was disappointed too, but I didn't want to witness a scene like that ever again.
"Mr. Clown, are you worried someone else might come in?"
Our quick-witted Yerika caught on immediately.
"That’s the biggest reason. There’s a limit to how many times we can hide whenever someone shows up, right?"
To be precise, I was ending things because I was worried another couple might show up and start performing a live show. Yerika fell into deep thought for a moment before gulping, as if making a grand resolution.
"...If there was a place where no one could come in, would you stay with me longer?"
"Of course, I’d love to spend more time with you, Yerika. But is there a place like that in the Academy?"
I had explored the Academy extensively, both in the game and in person, but nothing came to mind.
"...The... dormitory."
Yerika muttered with a red face, looking down at her feet. Her voice was so tiny I could barely hear her.
"I’m re～ally sorry, but could you say that one more time?"
"Eeeek! You’re teasing me, aren't you? I won't fall for it again!"
"No, no, I really didn't hear you this time. If you say it just a little louder, I’ll make sure to remember it for the rest of my life."
Yerika muttered again, her voice slightly louder. Fortunately, I was able to make out what she said.
"Mr. Clown... the dormitory..."
"..............."
When I didn't respond immediately, Yerika lifted her head. Her eyes were anxious, as if she feared rejection, yet filled with embarrassment. As my silence stretched on, the anxiety seemed to take over. I knew answering quickly would put her at ease, but I couldn't help but remain silent for a moment longer.
"That was just a jo—"
"...Yerika, are you a genius?"
An exclamation of genuine admiration escaped my lips, cutting her off.
Why didn't I think of that?
No one would dare barge into my room. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone walking in. If we had gone to my dorm from the start, we wouldn't have had to see those filthy perverts.
"Shall we go right now?"
"Yes!"
I thought I was being a bit impulsive, but Yerika answered brightly. As I led her out of the classroom, I turned back to look at the room one last time.
Seriously, why would anyone do that here?
I didn't get the whip play, but doing it in an empty classroom was even more baffling. If they were that desperate, couldn't they just go to an inn? Shaking my head, I left the room, convinced I would never understand couples who sneak around the Academy.
.
.
At that time, I didn't know.
That a year later, my mindset would change to: Well, if people are desperate enough, I guess they could do it in an empty classroom.
Nor did I know that I would eventually create my own private classroom in the Academy—a place only I and a few others would know about.
At that time, I truly didn't know.
* * *
The finest dormitory, reserved for students of the Special Class.
"Make yourself at home. Just pretend it's your own place."
Yerika stared intently at Loki’s back as he opened the door. She was here. She was actually here.
This is crazy! I actually came!
Normally, it was impossible for a girl to enter the boys' dormitory, but thanks to the Clown’s ever-mysterious abilities, she had managed to sneak in undetected.
Thump-thump.
Her heart was beating so loudly she was afraid he might hear it. Even when they danced together at the ball, her heart hadn't raced this fast. Her hands wouldn't stay still, fidgeting incessantly. She had suggested it in the heat of the moment because she didn't want to say goodbye yet, but she never expected him to actually agree.
Wait, is he used to this?
He had agreed so readily that she briefly wondered if he was accustomed to inviting girls over.
No, that can't be it.
She had heard from her brother, Lucas, that while the Clown seemed to be on friendly terms with people, he wasn't dating anyone.
"Excuse me..."
Loki let out a small chuckle as he watched Yerika step inside cautiously.
"Yes, feel free to 'excuse' yourself as much as you like."
Anyone watching would think I’m about to eat her alive.
The location had changed from an empty classroom to his dorm, but nothing else had really changed. They would probably just chat normally like they did in the classroom before she left.
.
.
.
The Academy dormitory that had now completely become my home.
"Haa-ahhh!"
Yerika let out a suggestive moan as she lay on the bed where I slept every night. A few small tears fell from her golden eyes, slowly dampening the sheets. If anyone had seen this, they would have been shocked.
But there was no need to worry. Because no matter how shocked they were, they couldn't possibly be more shocked than I was.
What on earth is happening right now?
This is a misunderstanding.
It was true that I was the one who threw the struggling Yerika onto the bed, and it was true that I was the reason she was making those sounds.
But it’s all a misunderstanding.