Chapter 100
Chapter 100
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Calm Before the Storm on the Floating Island
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Why the hell all of a sudden?
For Ashita, there was a precedent—I'd used a sex-related skill on her myself with my own hands, and her unique constitution meant she remembered the pleasure from that time.
But why Mayal?
I'd just blown some Ryunar into her and checked her body's condition. It didn't make any sense.
Did she have some special constitution too?
In the end, I had no choice but to rely on the skill that had tipped me off about this mess.
Do your fucking job, you worthless pussy sim.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Fuck Target Status: Arousal level rising. No. Not that same shit I heard earlier.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Fuck Target Status: Arousal level fucking skyrocketing.
.....
Fuck. You only got those similar-ass lines?
Well, yeah. The purpose of the pussy sim is to assist me in pounding, not to diagnose someone else's body.
So in the end, I'd have to figure out the cause myself...
But even if I want to investigate, this situation's too damn risky right now...?
"Ahng, ah, ah...ng."
"......"
Mayal was stifling her moans, her body trembling violently.
She'd already been sweating healthily from the workout, but now it was pouring off her like rain.
That mixed her sweat, perfume, and her natural body scent into an incredibly intoxicating aroma.
My head was spinning.
I could feel a nosebleed coming on.
Visually and olfactorily, it was cock-throbbingly hot.
A gal beauty in just a tank top and hot pants, writhing and sweating—seeing it in person was goddamn insanely, overwhelmingly, god-tier erotic...
Suppressing my crotch from erecting on its own was my current limit.
Then, in that instant, my control slipped for a split second, and my hardened dick poked against Mayal's plump, firm ass.
"Hahng...!"
"......!!"
This fucking bastard...? What the hell are you doing to your friend!
...was what I cursed myself with, even as the masochistic part of me loved it.
But that wasn't the problem.
Mayal couldn't possibly miss the hard sensation prodding her ass.
This situation was blatantly sketchy, right?
It was only natural for her to suspect me of doing something perverted.
And yet, even as she looked terrified, my gaze roamed her body freely.
...Damn, she's sweating a ton.
I wanna lick it off.
Especially that smooth shoulder, collarbone, armpit, and the area below. Just lap it up...
No. What the fuck, you crazy bastard.
I need to salvage this situation—what am I even thinking?
I grabbed hold of my rationality, which felt like it could float away any second.
"Dret...?"
To make matters worse, a flushed-faced Mayal turned to look at me.
...She might declare we're done as friends any moment now.
But Mayal stared at my face for a bit before closing her eyes with a stifled "Urng..." moan.
Did she not find my actions suspicious?
If so, now was my chance.
With her eyes closed, I examined her body.
Focusing on something should naturally calm my erection too.
Why the hell was this happening?
My Ryunar had infiltrated Mayal's body, but only in a tiny amount.
If her Ryunar was like a tub full of water, mine was like a soap bubble-thin film that barely covered her if spread out.
This shouldn't cause any issues—had I been too ignorant about Ryunar?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, Mayal's internal Ryunar surged like an explosion, crashing toward me in a tsunami wave.
I startled and tried to pull my hand away, but I caught what her Ryunar was targeting and stopped.
Mayal's Ryunar was swarming toward the Ryunar I'd injected.
Like a starving beast spotting prey after ages.
No, that thought was wrong too.
The Ryunar from Mayal enveloping mine wasn't destroying or absorbing it.
It was trying to fuse.
I reached a conclusion.
For some reason, Mayal's Ryunar was hypersensitive to mine.
In other words, it was welcoming it intensely.
Like it was excited.
...Excited, huh.
Was Mayal's arousal because of this?
But could Ryunar override her body and mind like that?
That meant my earlier sense of the energy being "happy" wasn't a delusion.
"Hahng, ahng., ahhng...!"
"Uh..."
Shit hit the fan.
I'd been so focused on the Ryunar that I'd forgotten about Mayal.
"Ahh!!"
Sure enough, a horrified scream rang out beside me.
"D-Dreng! What are you doing to Mayal right now?!"
"N-Nothing!"
"Liar! Liar! Mayal, get over here quick! Dreng's doing naughty things to Mayal!"
"H-Hey, that's unfair!"
Banmal slipped out without me realizing.
Mayal... cautiously reached out, grabbed my wrist, and gently peeled my hand from her back.
Her quiet, meek action was somehow scarier.
This fucking bitch.
Ashita's bullshit was turning me into a sex offender.
The worst part was, it wasn't entirely wrong.
Fine.
Better to explain everything in detail—my intentions, why this happened—than get ghosted by her.
Like, I wanted to help her recover her unique Ryunar...!
"Mayal. It's not like that.."
"D-Dret. Naughty stuff... that's... for your girlfriend."
She tsked at me like she was scolding a kid.
"I-I'm not that easy of a girl?"
"O-Of course. I didn't do anything weird, okay? I just simply..."
"Simply...?"
"Injected some Ryunar to check your body's condition."
When I came clean, Mayal smiled brightly.
"Yeah. I know."
"...You do?"
"I felt Dret's Ryunar. I got tense thinking it might be a skill~! But it wasn't, so I was curious what you were doing~~ Turns out that's it~ But why did I feel that weird tingly feeling...? Ehehe."
What the hell.
She knew the whole time? How embarrassing...
Wait.
So right now... she was teasing me?
"Hehe. Surprised ya?"
Mischievous face.
My heart pounded.
If teasing like this, she could do it every day.
"Why do you wanna check out Mayal's body anyway?! Do you have some perverted fetish you can't tell anyone about..."
"Agh! Shut your trap!"
I finally snapped and lunged at Ashita, grabbing her head to shake it silly.
She'd been framing me as a perv this whole time.
After catching the giggling, futilely resisting Ashita and messing up her hair like crazy, things finally calmed down.
"Auuu..."
Dizzy and sprawled on the floor like a starfish. Satisfying.
Who told you to slander me?
"Dret."
"Y-Yeah?"
But with Mayal, I was still on pins and needles.
Even if my intentions were good, I hadn't explained the real goal yet, and acting on my own was undeniably true—I deserved the blame.
"Um, just to ask..."
"....."
What?
Was she gonna say something like, "You were totally trying to do something naughty," or "I felt something hard against my butt earlier"?
But Mayal's words were unexpected.
"You examined my body to find our clan's lost unique Ryunar ritual... right?"
"......"
Goddamn, she's sharp...
Noticing my shocked gaze, Mayal gestured as she explained.
"Y'know. We heirs of the Ten Great Clans have bodies different from normal people, so lots of folks thought investigating them might restore our power."
"I see."
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, but..."
If people had thought that since childhood, they'd already investigated Ryunar every way possible.
The odds of discovering something new now were slim to none.
Still. I was confident in detecting mysterious energies.
And that arousal earlier? That was a brand-new symptom, right?
As I thought we'd made progress, Mayal gave a shy smile.
"Thanks so much, hehehe."
"No biggie."
"But it'll probably be a waste of time. The Ten Great Clans' powers can't afford to lose even one, so the other clans fully supported ours. It's been that way since Grandpa's generation."
"......"
"But no matter how much they investigated, they found nothing."
Mayal's tone was resigned.
She acted nonchalant, but I could feel the pain of years gone by.
A rejection that didn't want anyone's understanding or pity.
But Mayal.
Isn't it too early to give up?
"Mayal."
"Yeah?"
"During those past investigations, did you ever have a reaction like earlier?"
"Huh? Yeah?"
Earlier. Recalling the risky moments I mentioned, Mayal's face turned beet red.
She looked like a tough gal on the outside, but inside she was pure as hell.
"N-Never like that."
"What do you think my specialty is?"
"Huh? Um... Swordsmanship, duh? You sliced that super tough dragon to bits, pa-ba-bam!"
Even to my out-of-left-field question, Mayal answered well. Good girl.
"Nah, swordsmanship isn't my specialty."
"Huh? Then what?"
To her curious face, I said what I was most confident in.
"Imitation, transformation, and resonance...?"
"Huh?"
"Y'know Ryunar and stuff. In some worlds called mana, in others sorcery or electricity... that energy-like thing. Unknown power. I sense and interpret it better than anyone."
That's right.
To begin with, Severing Sword, Space Sword, Heavenly Strike—those are impossible techniques normally.
I understood this world's qi, mixed it with game knowledge, and used it in my own absurd way.
Swordsmanship or whatever was secondary.
What I was best at was detection and resonance.
I didn't know if my current conviction was confidence or just a hunch, but I was sure that if I tried, I could restore the Love Yarte Clan's lost unique Ryunar.
"It reacted pretty strongly to my Ryunar earlier, right? So, trust me once."
"......"
"I'm not confident in much else, but finding hidden unknown powers? That's my jam. If you help, we might find something."
"......"
"It'll be tough, but wanna try together?"
We stared into each other's eyes for a while.
A few seconds passed. Mayal broke eye contact first, mumbling.
"Uh... um..."
She pondered for about 3 seconds, then spoke.
"Dret, why me...?"
"Don't shake my head!"
Whoa! Ashita hugged me from behind.
I was pretty startled.
I hadn't sensed her presence at all.
Invisibility again? But I didn't feel any mana flow...
She grunted and tried shaking my head, but I didn't budge, so she gave up on her own.
Cute.
"Anyway, how long you gonna workout? I'm tired..."
"Yeah. Let's call it here for today."
You girls.
I needed to build my body ASAP.
100 days in the training room felt too short.
If I had the ability to make one myself...
...Huh? Wait.
I have the authority from Hesston, right?
I'd only thought of strengthening my sword or gear from now on—never considered magic tools.
Even though in the past, I'd been a grand mage and artifact crafter!
Well, in the game, anyway.
Anyway, could I make magic tools with Hesston's authority?
Once the training room time from old man Blurt ends and I've built my body, I'll try right away.
"Finally break time!"
"Ashita, you need more stamina training!"
"No nagging!"
Listening to the two beauties banter was fun.
"Oh. Dreng. I forgot to relay a message."
"Huh? For me?"
Eh, probably not important.
Since I'm not that famous.
"Emily Master wants you to come see her again!"
"Why... the fuck... tell me... now, you brat."
Shaking her head is addictive.
She smells nice, and more than that, her "kyaa" sounds and subtle enjoyment were cute.
"Uee..."
Watching her stagger woozily finally satisfied me.
She kicked my shin after, but given our spec difference, her foot hurt more.
"Mayal. Next time, spar with me."
"Spar? Fine by me, but you sure, Dret? I won't be stealing your time...?"
"What're you talking about? Thanks to your training method, my schedule's shortened massively."
Honestly, I hadn't expected much from Mayal's specialty.
But Prynar Academy lived up to its name—they wouldn't admit half-assed talents.
Her training might get me an ideal body in 100 days.
I was the one who should be grateful.
"You got me way closer to my goal. Honestly impressed, Mayal."
"Ehehe."
Blushing Mayal went "Ah!" and clapped like she'd remembered something.
"What?"
"Dret. I know you're busy, but if you have time, could you check something out for me?"
"Check what?"
"Yeah. Specifically, with me and my friends."
"...?"
Mayal's friends were probably all popular types.
Sadly, I might have to pass.
I'm the type who doesn't mesh with extroverts from birth.
Talking to them scares me more than fighting head-ripping monsters.
Still, outright refusing felt awkward, so I asked why with her friends. She said they wanted to ask skilled staff like instructors for help.
"There are others besides me? Professors, instructors. That Alfred guy."
"Already asked professors—no dice. Instructors are prepping exams and school restoration, super busy."
"Hmm."
My "hmm" was just agreement, but she thought she'd misspoke and added quickly.
"Of course, sorry for taking your time when you're busy too..."
"Nah. I'm not that busy?"
Mayal smiled relieved.
"We figured as a new instructor, you wouldn't have much work... and they said they trust you enough to go together."
"...? They don't even know me."
When did they decide they trusted me?
"Lots of kids were super impressed seeing you chop the dragon corpse recently? They wanted to ask you to come along, but you don't go to the staff room, and with the gold dude alive, couldn't just barge into Hart Clan."
Oh... right.
Students had been looking for me?
Gold said my praises were everywhere—not empty words.
Felt good.
Extroverts or not, if they rely on me, I wanna help.
Discomfort and excitement wrestled inside.
Should I roll up my sleeves for smooth school life ahead...?
"Where to?"
"Old School Building. It's like a storage for old stuff now, but lately rumors of weird things coming out."
"Hmm."
I pondered briefly and decided.
Sorry, but no.
Did I look like some easy dude who'd tag along after a little flattery?
I'm absolutely not...
...that kind of guy.
I sent Mayal and Ashita ahead first, did my daily training, rested my body, then headed to the meetup spot.
The blazing sun dazzled my eyes.
Before me: beaming Mayal and girls, plus two dudes.
Dudes, fuck off.
Ashita was MIA.
Searching for her, I ended up scanning the gathered students unintentionally.
Some faces I'd glimpsed before.
Problem: not pleasant ones.
"......"
A bit delinquent tough-big-sis vibe,
A mature aura, ponytail for a change—definitely Liyet.
Next to her, looking anxious at me: Ror, who'd picked a fight before.
The rest, no clue.
One was super cute, tiny build like a kid at a glance.
But that mature smile and unique sex appeal? No kid could pull that off.
...Looks familiar from the setting book?
Not my current version, the full one before logging in pre-game.
So no idea who now.
And one more.
Eastern girl with sword at hip.
Yeah. Eastern.
First Eastern like me in ages in this Western-dominated place.
And a total beauty.
Our eyes met; she glanced around nervously then bowed politely.
Reflex kicked in—I bowed back automatically.
The dudes: one huge, obvious porter/bodyguard type.
Other had messy hair, sloppy vibe, also sword at hip.
All in uniforms, obviously.
Explanation over.
"Dret! Thanks for coming today!"
"No prob."
"Guys, chat freely!"
......Ch-chat?
Chatting with extroverts.
Hardest thing for me.
"Hello!"
"...Hi."
The cute-looking girl greeted brightly first, then stared weirdly.
...Kinda lecherous?
But brief.
Next, the Eastern girl approached, but upon eye contact, panicked and clasped hands like super sorry, backing off.
Not just her—others similar.
...What?
Not the reaction I expected.
Thought extroverts would probe with questions to suss me out, light vibe.
But they seemed kinda intimidated?
Respect as instructor?
"Th-That time over there... it was impressive."
The fidgety nameless Eastern girl shyly spoke last, silence fell.
More intimidated than respectful overall.
Mayal broke the awkward air.
"Explanation's the same as yesterday!"
"..."
Under the blazing sun, I eyed the ominously shady old school building.
Used as warehouse for old stuff, but not unused.
Sometimes for experiments, managed staff too.
But recently, after school system glitch, no entry.
Door stuck shut.
Problem: wouldn't budge with weapons or magic—door insanely tough.
Professors sent to check found passed out outside.
They ignored requests out of fear.
Rumors spread of unidentified monster inside.
At first, I thought school would handle till resolved, ignore.
But students rotate cleaning duty for old stuff—turn comes eventually, many scared.
Hence needing reliable muscle like me.
Definitely just ghost story stuff.
Chilling aura, creepy giggles, massive presences...
Sometimes passing, door ajar then shut again soon.
Someone definitely there; sometimes monster face glimpses, all faint after.
The intimidated kids explained old building well, scared.
Thought single building, but...
Looked up.
Huge hill.
Forest-like landscaping, castle-like atop.
That's the old school...?
Could pass for lord's manor.
...But this aura...
No way.
"Heard the explanation?"
Said the slovenly sword dude.
I nodded vaguely.
"Then let's go quick? Test instructor's skills again."
"......"
No self-awareness. Attitude rude as fuck.
Liyet, expected rudest, eyed me appraisingly. Bothersome.
Still, beauty staring felt nice.
Anyway, knew whose aura—my action set.
"Hey hey. Instructor Dret? Heard you'd join as classmate soon, really..."
"I'll go alone. No one follow."
"Huh?"
The short girl tilting head at my words.
"Alone?"
"Scared we'll cramp your style?"
I glared at the taunting boy; he flinched.
"Uh, I mean, um. Ahem."
"Something annoying up there. Follow at own risk."
Said that and kicked off.
Maybe rude, but better than chatting popular kids, and risky.
Recall Eniris Queen's advice at inauguration: act different persona for crowds.
Channeled arrogant instructor.
Reputation might suffer—no choice.
Anyway. One day training, speed up already.
Ignored confused voices behind, dashed to old school.
Old school door.
Pulled firmly shut gate—won't open.
No, didn't even budge. Frozen solid.
Luckily, I had door-opening skills.
Shing.
Sliced door in half, entered.
Pitch black, but my leveled-up eyes worked fine in dark.
Headed where aura strengthened.
Central 1F room.
Probably old auditorium.
Looked around.
Old school, expected rundown—cleaner than modern buildings.
But unknown aura would chill normals first, unlike modern interiors.
Reached old auditorium.
Antique items scattered.
Stuff on rotation cleaning duty?
That instant.
Kuuaaaa.
The aura blanketing old school condensed to one point, taking form.
Torn-eyed giant monster maw.
Smoke-dragon-like, mouth gaped wide.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [How dare you enter my lair again without fear of death...? You wanna die?] "......"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Huhu... Don't worry. I'm merciful. Won't kill bugs like you one by one. Just erase your memories...] Stopped mocking—finally recognized me?
...No, this is fucking ridiculous.
Why the hell is this guy here?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [...Ahem. On second thought, this isn't my lair. Guess I'll go then...] "Move and you're dead."
Flinch.
Smoke trying to flee halted.
No, something veiled in smoke.
Polymorph?
Smoke form dragon-like? Obvious.
Actual dragon. Ancient one at that.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Uh... why are you here?] "That's my line."
Sighed and called its name.
"Why are you here? Prostia."