Chapter 149
Chapter 149
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 149
Chapter Title: Raies Fleur
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"......"
"......"
"Over there…."
"Shut up."
"Yes."
"......"
"......"
What the hell.
It's insanely uncomfortable.
Suddenly summoned to the principal's office, then even more abruptly hit with a dismissal notice—me.
I could've argued or just said, "Ah, I see. Well, take care~" and left, but because of what I'd done, I couldn't muster a word.
So as I tried to leave in silence, she called me back, asking if I was sulking.
Judging by her attitude, she probably has no real intention of firing me.
Truth be told, getting fired wouldn't bother me much.
I had no real memory of ever properly doing the instructor job anyway, and while there were plenty of people like Mayal or Asita I didn't want to part with, they weren't exclusive to this place—so no huge attachment to the instructor role.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Have some attachment. This is the prime spot for banging every kind of woman, and an academy instructor gig is perfect for gaslighting them with sex or status pressure.] Shut your trap….
This bastard's so frivolous, it's hard to believe he was ever a god.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Hm? That's...] That's what?
"Dre."
"Yes."
No time to worry about Mangsin anymore.
I snapped to attention, cold sweat dripping.
If I hadn't licked that armpit back then, I wouldn't be groveling like this.
But if asked whether I regretted it—no.
Even if I went back in time, even if the same shit happened, I'd lick every inch of that pencil-lead-free, pristine, smooth armpit, savoring it.
It was fucking delicious. Fucking arousing.
And hey, there was the excuse of saving the principal.
The principal stared at me silently before sighing.
"Normally, when someone says 'fired,' you should panic."
"What?! Fired?! Oh my god!!"
"...Are you making fun of me?"
"No."
She gets mad even when I play along.
Come to think of it, now that I'm getting canned—is there unemployment in this world?
My dad was miles from anything like benefits, so I just knew the system existed back home, but the payout details? No clue.
"Sigh. Well, listen up."
"Yes."
I held back the snarky "I've already heard" retort.
Weakness grasped—pitiful.
"You were always a stretch as a full instructor."
"Yes."
"So you knew."
Nope.
Just figured a guy barely managing himself couldn't teach anyone.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [You guessed right.] Trap.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Fun.] ...?!
Me dropping a word I only know but never use.
Dad joke asshole.
"Dual student and instructor status. Seems like a chance to teach students, build career and wealth, and as a student, absorb lectures and vast knowledge from other instructors."
The principal looked up at me.
"But actually, only half instructor quals granted. Outsiders... as you saw last time, pretty willful, yeah?"
"Yeah."
If Elryunar history's full of consistent murderer-types, no wonder locals hate outsiders.
Willful enough that guardian status like Geom-il hyung barely earns trust.
"Right after crushing Proastia. Heated debate on your instructor quals. Pryunar ignores foreign eyes, but on Wealthy Island—Ten Heroes legend's end—we're Ten Great Families' descendants. Three of 'em. Hard to ignore."
"Hmm."
Long preface.
"Couldn't ignore merit stopping Destruction Dragon Proastia. Had to take you. Issue: student or instructor status?"
Pryunar has zero outsider precedent either way.
Skills too high for student, so instructor tempted—but no vast knowledge, lacking even Elryunar basics, iffy teacher material.
"Excuse really. We hadn't nailed how to handle an irregular like you."
"I see."
"And post-Wealthy Island, calls to revoke instructor status."
Might wonder why punish Wealthy Island's 'hero'—me.
But I got it.
"Ah... for covering Almiras on Wealthy Island."
"Yep."
"Hmm... fair reason. I just..."
"Just?"
"Nothing."
I brushed it off; principal smiled faintly.
"Big age gap aside, rumors of nibbling a kid's privates or touching students?"
"......"
Oh shit.
"Ha, what student talk."
"Know all Wealthy Island shit. Not sure relation progress, but Raies... that, that huge... in mouth. Ahem!"
"Mercy, please."
Bowed my heavy head.
Damn. Knows that much.
Socially fucked...
.....
No—Raies adult by Elryunar standards?
And no fucking yet? Right?
"Eh. No issue. Not forced, Raies seemed troubled. Fine if academy non-staff don't catch."
"Phew."
"But students spread slut rumors? Ties done for real."
Chills.
...Huh?
"For real" implies not over now?
"So not ending now?"
"Yup. As said, pondered treatment; this settled it."
"Settled..."
Snap. Principal pointed at me.
"Prove your worth one semester."
"Prove how?"
"Simple."
Principal propped chin on laced fingers, mouth veiled.
Big witch hat hid most head; jewel eyes glared sharp—scary as hell.
First meet: cute/innocent per looks. Now? Full adult woman.
That peppy start... a concept?
"Get your students high scores, or boost school rep externally. Results."
Teach Pryunar-worthy, or no-harm good rep.
I nodded.
"Quick on uptake. But assigning problem kids."
Ominous again.
"Obvious: more their fuckups, shakier your instructor spot. Complaints?"
"Nah."
Wealthy Island merits massive, nuisances too.
Almiras 1v1 pure stubborn; blasted fellow instructor—lenient lucky.
Award hope? Lie—but no regrets.
Plenty rewards already.
Almiras fight gains huge.
"Big heart. Dre. Without you, Wealthy Island toast. Should reward, but actions seen by thousands—no way."
"Huh?"
What'd she say?
"Reward troublemaker? Wealthy Island takeover already prestige-cracked—worse talk."
"No—not that. Thousands watched my fight?"
"? Yeah. Outsider special magitech. Thought you knew, Dre outsider."
"......"
Had no idea.
Yeah. Almiras said.
Outsiders' 'community' thing.
Chat-style sure, but live remote feed? No mention.
"Some clan smuggled new gear. You're a star everywhere."
"Everywhere..."
"Palace visit—know like or not."
"?"
Question gesture—no more info.
"Anyway, no award but guarantee this."
Principal lowered hands, warm smile.
"Academy affiliate? Pryunar stakes name, shields from outsiders."
"Oho."
Solid.
"Might be pain after Almiras toyed us."
"Nah."
No Wealthy buff? Those sexy skull-bunny Middle-East-West milf instructors shredded us ages ago.
Alfred fight? Hesitant first.
At least fire up 'own flame'.
Question lingers.
"Why start with 'fired'?"
"No results? Real cut. Student fine."
"Whew."
Hold up.
Poor grades → student life better?
Instructor shit sounds hassle.
"And personal favor: fuck freely—just no outside leaks."
"......"
Her view of me: rock bottom.
"Cross too stallion? Cut it myself."
"Noted."
"...Noted?"
"? Yes."
"I see. Hm…."
Relaxed—stretches with ugh.
Thus, eyes/gaze to fave spot: armpit.
Might tsk no remorse post-grope.
But eyes drawn—whatcha gonna do.
Can't unsee.
No-hair no-shavings clean curved—cock-killing armpit.
Wow. Spotless.
Don't call me armpit freak.
Picture no lewd part that dick-throbs on sight.
Same as erasing woman's hottest asset.
Half world lost; beauty-gaze joy element gone.
Illus or real: armpit exposure basic for sexy/hot.
Just you? Fuck off.
Mine to ogle.
"......"
Principal slight flinch—uhm... bigger stretch.
Near minute—arms down; disappointing.
Minute stretch? Stiff bod.
Arm-down principal: sulky tone.
"Oh yeah—Kaiz message for you."
"Ignore please."
Ignored me, continued. Kaiz fucker.
"Next: Askatorop. Apparently."
"?"
What.
Wait—heard before.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Don't play dumb now. One of Eight Monster Kings.] Ah right.
Askatorop—one of Eight Monster Kings.
...Why him?
What from me.
"No clue your dealings, but academy now—hope win-win with school."
Sighed, right arm desk, cheek propped.
Subtle armpit peek—principal stands.
"My fault."
"What?"
"Nah. My existence just..."
Head tilt, sofa sit.
"Left you hanging on purpose—must've stressed. Good tea. Sit."
"Yes."
No duties/classes: intentional punishment?
I was disciplined...
Reflect, opposite seat—tea from thin air.
Unintended awe.
Near-zero mana flow, one-motion speed.
Faint pre-sense; attack? Blockable?
This woman: insanely strong.
Mutual-kill sealed—can't beat.
Then, leg cross.
Daily clothes vary—one constant.
1. Witch/mage vibe.
2. Heavy exposure, short.
Miniest skirt now—panty... sexy mismatch for kid looks...!
Adult woman thought—dick hardens fast.
"......"
"......"
Tea sip, jewel eyes meet—odd thrill, heart thumps.
Endure.
Crazy once—no more.
Cough cough.
"Uh...... body alright?"
"Yes. Rosario recovered luckily. But Almiras used it—alive, can't reown."
“......”
Rosario I snatched from Almiras to blackmail principal—naturally took back.
Thought over; says unseals sans it.
"Yeah. Helped—no gripes. Freed, Rosario yours thanks."
Chiding eyes... resent tone.
Hate locked in.
No.
No peeks.
Think so—other leg cross.
Resist plump clean thigh eyes, natural tea sip.
"...Uuum."
Stretch.
Sexy armpit...!
Ah no—want but hold...!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Putting on a show.] Shut it.
"...Excuse me."
"Yes. Principal."
"...Uhm."
Stretch again.
Damn—heart holds, dick won't.
Brain takeover, instinct drive.
Heart pounds, dick rigid.
Precum slick.
No more.
Topic shift.
Urgent serious tone.
"Principal."
"Ah, yes, yes."
Flustered voice.
Anxiety/expect mix? Imagined?
"What of that?"
"Eh, yes? What?"
"That. Y'know."
Blurted—what topic.
Brainstorm, genius cranium.
...Topics galore.
White Horse Lord, Veil, Murderers, whore handling.
Then.
Massive dissonance hits.
Something blankets all around.
Face hardens—principal startled too.
Instant after: prior power envelops.
God's power.
Shit.
Not this time.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Equality God Onirist sent a message. Dude, pick up?] Onirist?
Resistance halts—scenery shifts.
Not prior flux-space.
Office. Proper term—but tools glow holy, sacred-user vibe.
"Good you came. Outsider Dre."
Sudden room appear.
Androgynous beauty breathless.
Inviolable dignity—apex god.
Equality God Onirist.
"Onirist...nim."
Big helps anyway—honorific.
"Why call?"
"Hm. Reward."
"Reward?"
What.
Prior forced gods: Almiras-release rage.
No Onirist/Dragon God? Fate unknown.
God-grudge max—reward?
Water God Poseidon, Nanar zealot, fire jerks out—bystanders apathetic?
...Vibe says no.
"Post-self-escape: our conference."
"Conference..."
"No spec-ups Outsider Dre. Helping gods: non-spec rewards. Done."
That complex?
"Not kill/spare debate?"
"Self-escape temple—how touch? Direct: ankle-grab max."
Direct. So...
"Yeah. Indirect saboteurs plenty. Poseidon teeth-grinding—watch."
Blue geezer. Petty god—aftertaste king.
"Advice thanks."
"Yeah. So rep of pro-gods: your reward. Loveheart's job—refused. Scared or alt-pay, dunno."
"......"
Loveheart cunt.
"Here."
Hand up—two sigils palm.
"What?"
“One: item enhance. No direct power—tool grade up.”
“......!!”
Damn. Fantasy fuel.
“System inv usable. Other: boost Loveheart's rush-skill.”
"Skill?"
"Bang-Bang Simulation."
"......"
Skill name from Onirist: dissonance max.
Anyway—Mangsin skill? Loveheart gift?
......No. Bigger.
Onirist said "Lovehearts"—plural.
Almiras recall.
Min two gods handlers.
"Onirist. Question?"
"Me few too."
"Ah yes. Sure."
Me first gesture—Onirist hm tilt asks.
"One: temple escape how? Zero feel—shocked."
"Uh…."
Zero feel?
"Not no-feel... Hm."
Sorry pondering Onirist—can't spill Mangsin to forgotten-god haters.
"Secret."
"Ah. Friends? Tell."
Faint smile.
Onirist kind always. Vs others least.
No hostility ever.
But.
Wariest of this god.
No plot sure.
Inscrutable—alert only.
Scarier than tantrum Poseidon.
Friendly. No enemy.
Friend-want? Mutual.
"Rude now: Lovehearts near-abandon why?"
"...? "
"That tier: Nanar-level user buffs easy."
Spot-on my handler-count Q.
Chance—open mouth.
"'They' who?"
"...Hm."
Onirist eyes: signature.
Unknown—lake, calm sea.
Other gods local tough; this tier apart.
No shrink tho.
"Why?"
"Nah—off somehow."
"Yes?"
Onirist faint smile no-answer, slow mouth.
"Who? 'Course ga..."
.....
No end.
World paused.
What.
Around—chill.
Body goosebumps.
Silence.
Onirist wide eyes—silence.
And.
"Onirist."
......!!
"What...? Instructor Dre. Okay?"
"......"
Senses back: principal's office.
Real world return.
...Voice what.
Woman voice—heard.
Dream once. Warp gate once.
No chance.
Knows/watches me.
God prob.
Onirist-tier power.
Onirist name-try—colleague block name.
Loveheart teammate. Handler alt poss.
That strong: my handler...?
Rare shit mood.
Whoevs—summon ghost, probe block?
Schemes? Used feel—pissed.
"Dre. Okay?"
"Yes. Fine."
"Just now def... No but."
Watch "impossible" mutter principal—speak.
"Principal."
"Yes?"
"Murderers boss. Veil—where?"
Questions for him.