Chapter 119: Can You Please Show Me Your Dick Just Once (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 119: Can You Please Show Me Your Dick Just Once (1)[R-18]
“Argh! That damn sub-human darkie...!!”
Elfriede stomped toward the academy’s main gate, huffing with rage.
She felt like her head was about to explode.
During her few months at the academy, she had learned that it wasn't necessarily true that the only good darkie is a dead darkie.
Hard as it was to believe, there were actually good darkies, evil darkies, smart darkies, and psycho darkies. There was a whole variety of them.
Anonymous(74.803): Hey, Elfer, I can smell that chicken coop stench coming from you all the way over here...
Anonymous(74.835): (Meme of a distorted face saying, "It’s a chicken coop...")
Anonymous(74.816): Ugh, the smell of a total slut’s cum-bucket...
Anonymous(74.856): (Meme of a distorted face saying, "It’s rotten...")
But that goddamn darkie who kept using a VPN to pick fights with her? That one, she wanted to personally turn into a "good" (dead) darkie.
Fuck, how the hell is he cycling through VPNs like that?
In truth, for someone with a decent amount of experience gallery lurking, using a VPN wasn't some top-secret technique. If you wrote a post as a guest while maintaining a specific, unusual mana pattern, your IP would naturally change.
But if you asked if just anyone could do it like that darkie...
Elfriede’s answer was a resounding NO.
Knowing the method and actually executing it were two entirely different things.
Gallery lurking while running a VPN was like playing the piano with your right hand while playing the violin with your left. That was the level of difficulty just to write a single post.
...To spam posts while constantly changing IPs like that required an incredible level of mana manipulation, akin to conducting an entire orchestra by yourself.
Shit, that means that darkie has better mana control than me? Does that even make sense? I’m a contractor of a Spirit King! ...Wait, fuck... is he actually a 'Dragon' or something?
「Dragon」
The demons of the current era were pathetic compared to those of the 'Dark Age.'
Yet, even these demons were considered a threat to humanity by the Church, leading to their Sealing Designation.
So, how did humanity survive the 'Dark Age' when demons were at the peak of their power?
The answer was simple.
It was all thanks to the existence of 'Dragons,' the guardians of humanity before Goddess Ellis descended upon this land.
If it were a 'Dragon'—a being capable of standing toe-to-toe with demons in their prime—then that level of insane mana manipulation might actually be possible.
Sigh... but there’s no way that’s it!!
Elfriede shook her head and let out a short sigh.
The Dragon race had gone extinct a long time ago. And even if one had somehow survived, there was no way a 'Dragon,' a guardian of humanity, would be writing such trashy spam posts.
In the end, only a darkie would do something that pathetic... but a darkie with that kind of skill?
Her head began to ache.
While darkies were the only race low enough to pull such stunts, Elfriede’s pride refused to admit that a mere darkie could possess mana manipulation skills superior to her own.
Ugh... I’m getting a headache. And who’s a slut? I only just had my first ki... kiss recently...
As her train of thought drifted, Elfriede’s face flushed slightly at the memory of her kiss with Ian.
—It’s pay-to-play.
She hadn't expected Ian to be so bold.
Argh... my heart’s acting up again... But... what has Senior been up to lately?
Elfriede pouted.
He said he’d look after her, but then he just stopped contacting her.
She didn't like feeling like a convenient tool he only reached out to when he needed something...
The problem was that the moment she saw his face, all that annoyance just vanished.
...He just had to be so damn handsome...
Ian’s looks were enough to make even Elfriede’s heart race, and she had grown up surrounded by High Elves. He didn't even seem to put much effort into his appearance, yet he looked like that.
If Ian actually started grooming himself properly, just how...
Thump—!
“Ah!”
“Hic!”
Lost in her delusions and grinning to herself, Elfriede winced as she felt a sudden impact.
“Hic... ugh... huh?... Ah!... Ah!... I-I’m so, so sorry!!”
The cause of the impact was some nameless darkie.
“....”
Normally, Elfriede would have just ignored it and moved on.
Objectively speaking, Elfriede didn't have the best personality, but she wasn't so malicious that she’d blow up at someone who accidentally bumped into her and apologized.
However, the darkie she bumped into...
‘Poporing Spayria’ was just unlucky.
It just so happened that Elfriede’s "darkie hatred meter" had surpassed its limit after a whole night of flame wars.
“...Whew.”
Of course, Elfriede still had some rationality left. No matter how much she hated darkies, she shouldn't just vent her anger on a random person, right?
I know that... I know, but...
Throb, throb!!
Elfriede’s tightly clenched fists were screaming.
That darkie in front of her was a ‘Bad Darkie’!
Break that darkie’s skull right now!
“....”
Of course, since her only evidence was ‘instinct,’ she didn't actually plan on doing anything.
She didn't, but...
“...Tsk. You startled me. Hey, stick to the well-lit paths from now on.”
“Y-Y-Yes... I-I’m sorry...”
“It’s hard as hell to see you pitch-black darkies when you jump out of the shadows.”
Instead of using violence, Elfriede muttered the insult just loud enough for her to hear. Poporing’s eyes widened, and she clenched her fists.
Throb, throb!!
Normally, Poporing would have just thought, ‘Typical Elfer bitch~’ and let it go.
However, Poporing’s hatred for the Elf race was also at an all-time high after a night-long keyboard battle with ‘UseNiceWordsOnly■’!
Furthermore, seeing the other girl looking so elegant compared to her own disheveled appearance in a stretched-out T-shirt, the inferiority complex buried deep in Poporing’s heart exploded. She couldn't take it anymore.
Therefore...!!
“Excuse me! Take that back! Don’t you know that racial discrimination is illegal under Imperial Law? I am not a ‘darkie,’ I am a member of the Demon Kingdom! Especially here inside the Sacred Academy, making such hateful remarks is grounds for punishment!”
...is what I want to say.
But Poporing was far too introverted to actually say that out loud. She could only manage one small mutter.
“You old chicken coop...”
Even the words Poporing managed to squeeze out weren't as blatant as Elfriede’s. She calculated that since they had gained some distance while she was running the simulation in her head, a small whisper wouldn't be heard.
...Or so she thought.
Stop!!
“...Hi-Hieeeek!?”
The moment the words ‘chicken coop’ left her mouth, Elfriede stopped dead in her tracks, radiating pure bloodlust.
Scramble—!!
A short while later, Poporing, who had run until her heart was about to burst, caught her breath, her large chest—unfitting for her small stature—heaving up and down.
“Haa... haa... haaaa...!! ..Haa, hic...”
Her instincts told her.
If that Elf had caught her, it wouldn't have ended well.
“...T-That... was close... H-How... did she... hear that.... Haa.... Is it... b-because Elfers have such big ears.... Anyway... w-where am I...”
Poporing looked around, her head darting back and forth. She had run so blindly that she had no idea where she was.
Tap!
“Hieeeek!?”
Poporing shrieked as a hand suddenly gripped her shoulder from behind.
“I-I’m sorry!! ....I... I didn't... mean to... P-Please... spare... my life...”
“Calm down. Are you okay?”
“Hu-Huh? Ian?”
The moment she recognized Ian’s face, the strength left Poporing’s legs, and she almost collapsed. Thank goodness it wasn't that monster Elf.
“It’s been a while, Manager. I must have startled you. I saw you panting and wondered if something was wrong, so I called out.”
“A-Ah... no.... It’s... well... you see.... A chi...”
“A chi...?”
The words ‘chicken coop’ almost slipped out reflexively, but Poporing swallowed them. ‘Chicken coop’ was strictly gallery slang. There was no way a normal person like Ian would understand it.
“A... A-A hen was chasing me.”
“A hen? Did it escape from a chicken coop?”
“...I... I guess... so...”
Ian tilted his head at Poporing’s answer for a moment before speaking again.
“But what brings you to the Academy, Manager...?”
“Ah... I... well..... T-That is.. no, I mean...”
Now that he was asking her directly, Poporing found she couldn't bring herself to ask to see his cock.
Misinterpreting her hesitation, Ian clapped his hands.
“Ah! You came to collect the tab.”
“Ah, no, that’s not... I mean, no... I do need to collect the tab, but...”
“I’m sorry for making you wait. I was actually planning to visit you this weekend. Just a moment...”
Reach—
“Here is the money for the tab. It was a huge help. Thank you.”
“A... help...?”
What on earth did he do that it was a ‘huge help’?
Of course, the items Poporing made were absolutely not ‘adult products’... but she was well aware they could be used that way.
“Yes. And Manager, if you ever need my help with anything, just let me know.”
“A-A-Anything?”
“Yes, anything. Just say the word. If it’s something I can do, I’ll do my absolute best to help you.”
Ian said with a bright smile toward the frozen Poporing.
He owed the Manager a great debt. If she hadn't given him those items on credit that day, Estelle’s exorcism wouldn't have even been possible. It wouldn't be right to just move on as if nothing had happened after receiving such a huge favor.
“R-Really... Really... anything, right?”
“Yes. Really.”
At Ian’s confirmation, Poporing gulped and spoke.
“T-Then... c-c-c-could you show me your cock just once?”
