Chapter 17: Academy Isn't Easy (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 17: Academy Isn't Easy (1)[R-18]
“This is driving me crazy.”
I don’t know how someone who’s supposed to be a Saintess Candidate manages to pick only the words that get my cock riled up.
If I didn’t keep a tight grip on my sanity, I felt like I’d cross the line in an instant.
[Sectators]
Name: Yuris Petunia
Titles: Divine Power Vessel■, Saintess Candidate, Pseudo-Tactical Nuke.
Fetishes: Exhibitionism LV 4, Submission LV 3, Shame LV 2, Sex Slave LV 2, Body Graffiti LV 1, Blackmail LV 1...
Mating Count: 0 times ▶ Click for more details!
Vaginal Mating: 0 times
Anal Mating: 0 times
Oral Mating: 0 times
Masturbation Count: 1 time
Max Climaxes in a Day: 13 times
Last Used Fapping Material: ‘ㅇㅇ(89.74): Shut up and just let me plow your pussy, you bitch.’
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The moment I truly believed I had become Yuris’s Master, even if just for a second, her info was updated in Sectators.
I’d experimented a few times since then, and it seemed that simply me thinking I was her Master unilaterally wasn't enough to trigger an update.
In other words, there was a high probability that Yuris also truly considered herself my bitch.
‘Sexual relationships don’t always have to mean sex, you know♪’
It was just as the Goddess Ellis had said.
Even without actual sex, a relationship defined by ‘Master’ and ‘Bitch’ was 100% a sexual one.
A loyal bitch who was so lewd she came thirteen times in a row during her first masturbation session, yet wouldn't even touch herself without my command.
Twitch—
‘Calm down.’
I forcibly suppressed my cock, which was trying to get erect again even after being drained eight times, and swiped past the Sectators screen.
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Tip: Though she is a naturally lewd female, as a Saintess Candidate, she keeps a fairly strict distinction between reality and the Gallery! If you give her a command that’s too sudden, she might run away, so please establish a perfect Absolute Hierarchical Relationship by slowly addicting her to pleasure!
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I think I finally understood why the Goddess said I needed this ability.
If it weren't for that tip, I might have asked to meet Yuris this very day.
And if I had?
Yuris would have fled from a command that crossed the line, and I would have lost my precious bitch.
‘That can never happen.’
In my heart, Yuris was already confirmed as my woman.
That was the reason I hadn't permitted her to masturbate today.
If I let her do it now, it might be hot for a moment, but Yuris would end up satisfied.
I couldn't allow that.
I would use pleasure as bait to lead her along, making the starved Yuris cross the line bit by bit.
‘I have plenty of time... I’ll take it slow... but I’ll make sure it happens.’
This was absolutely not for my personal desires!!!
It was for a peaceful and happy world!!!
I had to turn Yuris into the perfect bitch.
*
The opening day of the Sacred Academy.
Arriving earlier than anyone else, Elfriede looked up at the main gate.
“So this is... the Sacred Academy!”
Her heart pounded at the thought that this was the place where she would reclaim the youth she’d lost for 230 years.
[Elfriede... You’re free to be excited, but I hope you haven't forgotten our contract.]
At that moment, Elfriede clenched her fists at the voice echoing in her head.
“I haven't forgotten, Ifrit.”
She replied with a cold, hardened expression.
“The extinction of all Elves. That was our contract, wasn't it?”
[Elfriede...]
“...Yeah.”
[What kind of nonsense are you spouting now? When did we ever make a contract like that?]
The Spirit King of Flame, Ifrit, spoke with a voice full of exasperation.
“It’s basically the same thing. If those Elf bastards are going to give up inches and pounds, this is the least they should expect.”
[It is completely different! The removal of inches and pounds is merely a side effect! The most important thing is to bring the Red Revolution to the Elves!]
“Isn't that just another way of saying 'extinguish them'?”
[Don't be ridiculous! Revolution and extinction are entirely different words! I am an Elf-lover, you know!]
Ifrit, the only one left among the Four Great High Spirits who still loved Elves, let out a deep sigh.
How on earth had the Elves fallen so far?
When Elves first appeared in the world, they were as full of kindness and love as they were beautiful.
The Four Great High Spirits were so moved that they swore eternal friendship and even gifted them the World Tree, which granted Elves their innate Spirit Affinity.
But what about now?
Modern Elves were obsessed with extreme species supremacy!!
Not only did they look down on other races, but they even viewed the Spirits—whom they once called eternal friends—as beneath them!!
Fine, let’s give them a pass for treating the Lesser Spirits, who have no self-awareness, like tools.
But the Elves treated even the Mid-Class Spirits, who had the ego of wild animals, and the High Spirits, who were as intelligent as humans, as little more than equipment.
Eventually, unable to stand it any longer, the Spirit Kings of Water and Wind switched to the Elf-hater faction, while the Spirit King of Earth became a mere observer.
As the sole remaining Elf-lover, Ifrit had a thought.
‘How can I make the Elves snap out of it?’
The conclusion reached after long deliberation was to destroy the World Tree.
The corruption of the Elves clearly began after the World Tree was gifted to them.
However, the Spirits, who were the ‘Contractors’ in the agreement, could not burn the World Tree themselves.
Only an Elf, the ‘Client,’ or another race unrelated to the contract could set the World Tree ablaze.
It was a disastrous situation for Ifrit.
The World Tree was like a religion to the Elves.
If another race burned it, a Great War would surely break out. And praying for the Elves to burn it themselves?
That was absurd.
Unless they were insane, there was no way the Elves would do something that would weaken their own power.
“Seriously, fuck it, I should just burn that World Tree to a crisp. Those old hags and geezers.”
...Or so Ifrit thought.
A beautiful appearance, but a foul mouth to match.
“Fuck, what do you mean 'no hands in pockets'? Are they insane? And fuck, every other race uses the metric system, how long are we going to stick to inches!”
But her thoughts were egalitarian and open-minded.
“Ugh! The Spirit Kings are a problem too! Hey! I know you can hear me!!! When are you going to contract with me! A super-genius beautiful girl is asking for a contract!! Fire, water, earth, I don't care, someone just show up already!!”
Elfriede was different from other Elves.
If it was this girl, she might actually be able to bring the Red Revolution to the Elven race.
[...Do you desire power?]
Ifrit had made the contract with those thoughts in mind, but...
“I know, I know. I was just joking. You’ve already waited hundreds of years, can’t you wait just a few more? Academy life is only four years anyway. Let’s just play for exactly four years. Once I find a husband here, we’ll go straight to the World Tree campfire.”
[Those words... I shall believe them. Four years it is.]
As Elfriede said, it was only four years.
For a Spirit King with no limit on their lifespan, it was a negligible amount of time.
[In four years, we shall burn the World Tree and spread the Red Revolution to the Elves.]
“Yeah! I got it! But if this Red Revolution of yours happens, shouldn't all Elves be equal? What happens to me, since I’m contracted to a Spirit King? I’m pretty sure I won’t be equal.”
[All Elves are equal. ...It is just that some Elves are more equal than others.]
Elfriede cackled at Ifrit’s words.
“Well, I was sick of those shitty Elven customs anyway.”
Even Elfriede didn't truly intend to drive the Elves to extinction.
The Elders acted like they’d die if the World Tree disappeared, but all that would happen is that the Elves would lose the innate Spirit Affinity granted by their contract with the Spirit Kings.
Their high mana sensitivity compared to other races, their physical abilities, their beauty, and even their long lifespans wouldn't vanish.
‘Stagnant water is bound to rot. It was about time for some reform.’
Burning the World Tree might be radical, but she believed it would give the Elves, who were obsessed with the past, a chance to progress.
Of course, the backlash from the Elves would be immense.
‘But what are they gonna do about it?’
If they had a problem, they could come find her.
She was the contractor of the Spirit King of Flame.
“...Ah, people are starting to show up.”
[Elfriede... what are you doing?]
With a slice of toast in one hand, Elfriede looked around like a leopard searching for prey.
“That one’s a darkie, that one’s too short, that one... ugh, look at that face, I thought it was a demonic beast.”
[You’re being too harsh. He might be a bit ugly, but he’s not that bad.]
“What’s harsh is his face. He’s out, he’s out... Ugh, what the hell!! They said there were tons of handsome guys at the Sacred Academy!! How is there not a single decent-looking one?”
[There seem to be plenty of reasonably handsome people... Aren't your standards just too high?]
“High? My standards aren't high. I mean, at the very least, they should be more handsome than the Elders.”
[....]
If Ifrit had a physical form, he would have certainly shaken his head.
The Elders Elfriede used as a benchmark were all High Elves.
Even if they were old and steeped in authoritarianism, their looks were top-tier anywhere they went.
“Ugh, I’m getting really pissed off. Is there seriously no one who catches my... Oh, found him. My husband.”
As she said that, the corners of Elfriede’s mouth curled up into a smirk.
She had finally found the person to start her youthful rom-com with.
She didn't even need to look at anyone else.
His overwhelming height and proportions stood out even from a distance.
His thick, dark blonde hair, sharp jawline, high bridge of the nose, and pitch-black eyes boasted a level of beauty that was rare even among Elves.
“...So, what should we name our grandson?”
[Elfriede... you’ve gone too far. He is certainly handsome, but isn't he too young? He’s at least 200 years younger than y—]
“Shut up. This is an important moment.”
Cutting Ifrit off, Elfriede loosened her wrists, crouched into a sprinting start, and bit down on the toast.
[What on earth are you planning to...]
—Boom!
Then, kicking off the ground at full speed, Elfriede dashed toward Ian, her twin tails fluttering behind her.
Crash!
“Ouchie~☆ Waaah...! I’m so sorry for bumping into you. I was in such a hurry that I didn't see what was in front of meee... Are you okay?”
“Uh... no. I’m fine. You’re the one who might be hurt....”
Ian, who had been speaking kindly despite the sudden accident, saw his expression turn to contempt, disgust, and a hint of fear the moment he saw Elfriede’s face.
‘...Huh? Why?’
Elfriede, who didn't miss the change in Ian’s expression, couldn't understand it.
‘I should be fucking gorgeous, right?’
It wasn't self-praise; it was an objective fact.
Even if she had significant personality flaws that made her beauty almost irrelevant...
If evaluated solely on looks, Elfriede was noticeably beautiful even among High Elves.
Even Ifrit, who took every chance to be sarcastic, remained silent when it came to Elfriede’s appearance.
“Te-he! I see by your tie that you’re a senior~☆ Since it’s fate that we met like this, would you like to grab a cup of tea later? It’ll be my treat as an apology!”
“No, I’m fine. Just be careful next time. Goodbye.”
Thinking she might have misread him, she threw out a lure, but he drew a clear line and walked away as if he didn't even want to talk to her anymore. It was utterly baffling.
[That boy... is lucky.]
“...What? What did I do wrong? How can he ignore me? I seriously don't get it?”
[Or perhaps he’s just quick-witted? Regardless, it’s a relief. I didn't want to see an innocent boy devoured by an old hag...]
“Ugh! Just shut the hell up!!”
Elfriede shouted, tugging at her twin tails with both hands.
A story of blue youth and the Academy.
[Chapter 1 - Boy Meets Girl]
To think her perfect rom-com plan, which even included the name of their grandson, would fall apart from the very start!!
It was unbelievable!!
[Elfriede, before I return to the Spirit Realm, I’ll say just one thing.]
“Sigh... what is it.”
[I watched just in case, but bumping into someone with toast in your mouth is a way too old cliché. And 'Te-he'? What era is that slang from? It seems the generation gap is just too wide. I suspect that boy realized that and ran away.]
“Just get lost already!!”
Elfriede, trembling from Ifrit’s parting shot, let out a deep sigh.
“Phew... fine, okay. So you’re going to ignore me, a super-genius beautiful High Elf Spirit Mage...”
Recalling the name written on his name badge, Elfriede licked her lips with the eyes of a predator and made a vow.
“Ian, I’m definitely going to get you in bed.”