Chapter 239
Chapter 239
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Academy Dispatch (1)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
It had clearly been a peaceful day.
Even though I'd spent it poring over state documents from morning till night, I'd gotten through them all quickly enough.
Lying on the plush sofa Leah bought me, sipping fragrant tea leaves from Irina using Lydia's Eastern-style teacup...
It was pure bliss, the kind that left my whole body languid and content.
That's what I was doing, sprawled out on the sofa purring like a cat.
...
Ever since she'd come back from the break room earlier, my senior's expression had been sour.
Even when Lupus was harassing her, it hadn't been this icy.
Today, she looked particularly out of sorts.
"H-Hey, is something wrong? Your face has been..."
"No. I'm fine."
Miya crossed her arms by herself.
Propping her chest up with them, she sat at my office desk with a sulky look.
For a full thirty minutes straight.
It was so obvious that I couldn't help but sit up from the sofa.
"Ahem..."
I shot a glance at her with my long eyes, sitting primly like a fox that'd done something wrong.
At that moment.
"Why aren't you asking more?"
"Huh...?"
Miya stared straight at me with sullen eyes.
Her lips pursed out.
"Why aren't you asking why my face looks so bad?"
"Oh, uh... Why do you look so down...?"
I'd overcome countless hardships before.
I'd slain barbarians on the northern front, fought hordes of swordmasters right before my regression.
But I couldn't figure out the reason behind the cat-like gaze of the woman in front of me.
As I racked my brain alone.
I finally came up with one guess, thinking back to when she'd gone into the break room.
Then, I straightened up confidently from the sofa and answered.
"Oh, did you eat all the watermelon in the break room by yourself?"
...
Miya's black eyes lost focus for a moment after hearing me.
Just like the leopard beast I'd fought on the front lines.
'No good?'
That's weird.
Miya loved watermelon, after all.
She loved it so much she'd always split one with me and eat it together.
There was no way she'd be this upset if it wasn't that...
"It's already this late."
Miya stood up, cutting through my increasingly tangled thoughts.
She glanced down at the street from the window and said.
"Marquis. It's one o'clock. You should get ready to head out."
She pointed to the beautiful carriage that had pulled up in front of the office.
The coachman in imperial uniform marked him as one of the emperor's servants.
"There's a special class at the Imperial Academy starting at four."
"Oh, right..."
I got up, following her suddenly secretary-like crisp voice.
Awkwardly, I slung my uniform jacket over my shoulders.
...
Miya approached me silently, sleeves shoved haphazardly into mine.
She kindly straightened out the wrinkles herself...
"Your tie's a mess, Marquis."
She tied it straight up close—close enough that her beautiful chest curves brushed against me.
Thanks to that, I could peer even more closely at her cute black bob haircut.
...
I stared at the crown of my senior's head, and my lips quirked up.
Just as I was about to sneak a stroke.
"That's enough. Let's go, Marquis."
Her cold words froze my face like a statue.
"Uh, Senior? You don't have to call me Marquis..."
"Marquis."
I hurried after Miya as she strode ahead.
We climbed into the carriage together.
"We'll take you straight to the academy, Marquis Veil."
"Yes, thank you..."
After a light greeting with the coachman, I shut the thick door.
Now it was just me and Senior Miya inside.
...
But we didn't exchange a word for the next thirty minutes.
Miya just propped her chin on her hand by the window, her beautiful bob swaying.
"Senior..."
"Yes."
I gazed out the window at the scenery, with the palace still a ways off.
Then, softly opening the carriage compartment, I said.
"I'm sorry. Won't you tell me now...?"
Was it because Miya looked so adorably prickly like a cat?
As a peace offering, I handed her a bottle of milk from the compartment.
...
Miya stared at the milk bottle I held out.
When her eyes met my sly gaze, she muttered quietly.
"What is this... You're such an idiot."
Senior gently stroked the back of my head, flattened from lying on the sofa.
Then she slowly accepted the milk I'd offered.
"Handing someone milk when they ask if you're mad."
Miya chugged the bottle like it'd been burning her up inside.
Impressive how she downed half in one go.
"Whew... And I'm not mad."
Her lips were covered in white liquid.
She wiped them with the back of her hand, eyes half-lidded seductively.
"You know..."
Her eyes had softened lately, maybe from not smoking.
But when she looked at me, they narrowed thin, her tear duct pronounced.
"Did you think I really wouldn't figure it out?"
I stared blankly at her sly eyes.
Miya boldly declared it to me in her senior voice.
"Hiring some other secretary behind my back..."
'...!!'
She figured it out?
But I'd cleaned the floor spotless after she left...
"Did you like Her Highness's chest that much?"
Miya looked up at me sulkily, lips pressed tight.
Then she pinched my side lightly and said.
"I'm the one who takes best care of a scatterbrain like you."
Senior wasn't really angry.
She was just miffed that I'd gotten close to an imperial princess of much higher status first.
She looked worried she wasn't as close to me as they were.
"I have confidence as your senior too..."
Grumbling Miya.
She was like a thoroughly pouting black cat.
...
Having grasped the truth, I stared down at her sitting beside me.
Then I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Sorry, Senior."
I cautiously put my arm around her shoulders.
Snuggled close together, I confessed the reason.
"I didn't know you thought of me that much."
Sure, we'd kissed in front of her door.
But that fleeting moment of skinship was our first real connection.
Various situations had come up after, creating a bit of a gap.
"Honestly, I like you too, Senior... It's just still awkward..."
Awkward.
The moment I heard that.
"What? Awkward?!"
Miya's face twisted like a hissing cat.
The milk in her hand shook...
"Ah...!"
White milk spilled onto her secretary blouse.
But Miya didn't care about the spill at all.
She was just more annoyed at my words about it being a little awkward.
"You did everything in front of my house, and now it's awkward?"
White milk splattered on her face too.
Thick liquid trailed down her nose bridge.
...
Senior realized she'd been too complacent.
Thinking about it, Veil was surrounded by the continent's top imperial princesses taking turns visiting.
Plus, there'd probably been all sorts of events like with Leah in her secretary outfit.
"So, shouldn't we take it slow like lovers—hold hands, kiss, and then work up to chests...?"
I murmured slowly for her sake.
But my silent senior.
"Yeah, so you have to do it that slow to even get to Leah's level...?"
She glanced at the arm around her shoulders, as if putting my words into action.
Then...
"Senior...?"
She gripped that hand and slowly intertwined our fingers.
"There, hands held."
Miya's palm was covered in fresh milk.
As our hands joined, the milk warmed to body heat and started getting sticky.
But that was just the beginning.
Peeved senior skipped straight to the next step.
"Lips."
Miya in her secretary outfit pressed even closer bit by bit.
Her leg in black stockings slowly climbed onto my thigh.
"Kiss me."
Then she fully settled on top of me.
She tilted her head back and pulled my head to her.
Finally.
"Mm..."
Her milk-moistened lips tangled deeply with mine.
She twisted her head hard, savoring my saliva.
"Hnng..."
Eyes half-lidded lewdly, she coated my tongue thickly with the milk from her mouth.
Like she was marking me.
"Haa..."
A thick milky strand stretched long between our lips.
Then Miya wiped it with her hand and murmured quietly.
"Now we're good?"
Unaware milk was dripping from her lips.
I stared blankly at her flushed face.
At that moment.
"We held hands and kissed."
Miya slipped off her suit jacket.
Revealing the tight white blouse beneath, curves straining.
Milk-soaked, her white lace bra showed right through...
"No need to feel awkward now..."
The first time I met her.
I'd just called it a healthy figure.
I'd only gauged her strong mana—her power level—as a colleague.
But the instant I saw her as a woman.
I realized her chest had beautiful curves and fullness.
Plus, the milk stains made her upper breasts visible.
The bra couldn't quite cover the round swell—lewdly so.
Even the black dot above her left breast.
I stared vacantly at that spot.
"You can act spoiled, Mikhail."
Miya slowly undid her taut buttons one by one.
She took my wandering hand and kindly placed it on her beautiful curve.
"Haaa..."
The moment it touched.
Taut, elastic soft skin.
But so ample it wouldn't fit in one palm.
Naturally, I reached with both hands to cup her bra.
Then slowly gripped and rubbed, taming them.
"Hnng... Veil... Slower, a bit..."
The sensation of her breasts being touched for the first time.
Despite her bold provocation, senior flinched at a man's touch.
Her hips and butt wriggled.
Finding it cute, I teased her breasts more mischievously.
"Haa... Hnng...!"
Sticky from the thick milk.
Wanting more of that feel, I slipped fingers between her white bra.
Touching the hot, swollen flesh.
"Wait... Gently, please...!!"
Always speaking sternly to maintain her senior image.
But as her breasts were ravished, a needy voice leaked out unwittingly.
"You're cute, Senior."
"Cute? What's so... cu..."
Worried the coachman might hear, I tangled my tongue with her lips again.
Protecting her senior pride, I ravished her breasts and tongue at once.
"Haaa... Hnng...!"
Miya gazed up at me blankly with half-lidded eyes.
"You've been jealous all this time?"
"Jealous? I didn't... at all..."
Then, she started feeling a strange discomfort on my once-plush thigh.
"Uh... Something keeps poking me..."
Senior glanced down at the hot curve nudging between her butt cheeks.
And at that moment.
"...!!"
She gulped hard at the bulge straining so much it pressed her tight skirt.
Even the voluptuous First Imperial Princess had been enchanted by it.
"Oh my..."
Only then did senior realize why I'd been meeting the princesses unscathed till now.
At the same time, her instincts as a woman awakened.
Saliva pooled in her mouth nonstop.
Her hurt feelings toward me vanished completely.
「――――――.」
Meanwhile, at the Imperial Academy's main gate entrance.
Male students in uniforms lounging on the benches awaited the carriage of the Empire's Greatest Swordsman.
They could've just met at the training grounds as usual.
But these were passionate youths who idolized heroes enough to debate the empire's top talent nonstop.
"Hey, why's he taking so long?"
"Yeah. Traffic jam or something?"
As the marquis still didn't show, they grew increasingly annoyed.
"Already slacking now that he's the Greatest Sword, huh, Marquis Veil."
"Nah. He just got reinstated as marquis. He's busy."
Maybe because the Empire's Greatest Sword wasn't a legendary hero but some twenty-year-old who popped up out of nowhere.
The blond student shrugged.
"I heard Captain Lynn was injured too. Even fighting one-handed, they say she had the edge."
"But he already took down two former captains before that. Give credit where it's due."
His cronies scolded him, used to his snark.
But he remained apathetic.
"Ah, whatever. We'll see in the training ground spar later. Generals fight more in real battles anyway. Weird for a mere knight to be the empire's strongest."
His friends shook their heads at his stubbornness.
Then turned to the approaching luxury carriage.
――――――.
Finally, the carriage arrived at the gate.
They waited silently for the door to open.
...
The door opened at last, and black military boots descended the steps.
As I stepped down.
"Hm...? That's the Greatest Sword?"
"He's slimmer than I thought."
They frowned at my lean build, not some hulking hero physique.
"Looks kinda like a gigolo."
"He's pretty enough... but still..."
Even the guys who thought Veil was the Greatest Sword tilted their heads at my unexpected face.
The academy had been in class during the tournament, so they hadn't seen.
"See? Told you."
The one persistently mocking me snorted.
While I paused to greet the guard captain, he kept snickering.
"How's that a man's man?"
He rambled on, staring at the carriage.
But when someone else stepped out.
"...?"
The guys' faces went pale all at once.
They had no choice but to admit it.
"Haa... So hot..."
The black-bobbed woman descending from the carriage.
From her skirt hugging healthy, thick thighs.
To her taut blouse with wrinkle marks.
They gaped at the unexpected beauty who'd come with me.
"Veil, your ID's here...!"
It wasn't just her looks.
White stains on her blouse.
Plus rough breathing and tousled hair that screamed misunderstanding.
"He's a guy, alright."
"Yeah..."
The boys swallowed hard unwittingly, watching the bobbed beauty clumsily descend the steps.
Even as the cat-like stunner adjusted her bra strap peeking from her disheveled blouse.
"Probably the strongest."
Even kids would find beautiful Miya stunning—they were entranced.
Then the mocker muttered something cutting alone.
"Not the strongest knight. The worst."