The Annoying Attention

Zepar headed home, clutching a bouquet of blue flowers with a beaming smile. It was the 100-day anniversary with his girlfriend—his precious childhood friend. In his pocket sat a small, rubbery item, one of the Elynar world’s equivalents of a condom.

'This is the day! Finally!'

At first, she had seemed eager, but she had quickly grown timid, terrified of the act itself. Over the last 100 days, he had slowly coaxed her, catered to her whims, and built up their mutual trust. They had failed at the academy, at the beach, and during the festival—that precious first experience. Today, Zepar was determined to go all the way.

Surely, he wasn't the only one thinking that. After all, his precious girlfriend had shyly whispered that her parents wouldn't be home today. Honestly, was there any room for misinterpretation? No, there wasn't! The time had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finally come to put his member to use—the one he hadn't been able to properly utilize for nearly twenty years. His beloved childhood friend. The familiar house.

"Whew..."

He swallowed hard and pressed the doorbell. ...There was no answer.

"Hm?"

Confused, he knocked on the door, but there was no sign of anyone coming. Just in case, he turned the doorknob.

Click. Creak.

The door was unlocked.

"How careless."

They said there were weirdos roaming around the neighborhood lately; what was she thinking, being so reckless? Zepar let out a wry smile, thinking that this airhead really couldn't survive without him, and stepped inside. And then, he smelled it—strangely warm air and a familiar scent.

"......"

A certain thought flashed through his mind. But that was impossible. His girlfriend was the type who didn't even know any men other than him. Even though he thought that, Zepar rushed to her room, his heart pounding, and threw the door open. There, his girlfriend sat alone, wearing impossibly lewd lingerie, her face flushed with shyness...

"...Ha."

What on earth had he been imagining? As his anxiety vanished, the reality of the situation hit him. This was... well, you know, right?

"Zepar. Why are you only here now?"

"H-haha. Michelle. That outfit..."

"I'm... starving."

"...!"

The flowers, the ring, the lines he’d prepared—everything flew out of his head. He immediately stripped off his pants and underwear, then frantically tore off his shirt. Just then, his girlfriend looked at his crotch and spoke.

"That..."

Her eyes were cold.

"...is way too small."

"W-what?"

"It looks hard, but is that your erect size?"

"M-Michelle?"

Michelle, who usually hated even mentioning anything lewd, was using sexual terminology with ease. Before he could even react, she wore a look of utter contempt.

"If I'd known it was like this, I would've just done it with Master already~"

"Wh-what?"

"Pfft!"

"Pwahahahaha!"

"Surprise~!"

Where had they been? Behind the door? In the closet? There hadn't been a sound, but three men appeared. Men with dark, tanned skin... three of them. And their members were so large they made Zepar’s look like nothing.

"It’s not even average size, is it?"

"Maybe he’s just nervous for his first time?"

"Even considering that, it’s tiny~"

Zepar felt the gravity of the situation and shouted.

"Y-you guys, what... Gack!"

The most muscular man among them suddenly slammed his fist into Zepar’s solar plexus. It looked like a casual blow, but Zepar couldn't breathe.

"Urgh. H-huff...!"

"Alright, alright, skill activation~"

"Who are we, you ask?"

"Kuh... Gack..."

"We're the Gold Taeyang clan, you fucking asshole lololololol"

Thud!

They trampled Zepar without mercy, and he lost consciousness.

***

When he opened his eyes again, the air was even hotter, and an intense scent pierced his brain. And then.

"Aah! Aaah! Aack, ooh-ooh...!"

"Mi...chelle?"

"Maaaster! Master! Please, cum inside me...!"

"Lololol! Hey, your boyfriend’s awake, Michelle."

"Hm? Hm? What? Who? Boyfriend?"

Zepar was overcome with the urge to gouge out his own eyes if he had a knife. His precious Michelle. The girl he’d been with since childhood, the one who had recently become his girlfriend... was being pinned down by a muscular Gold Taeyang, screaming in ecstasy.

Squish, squish!

The ominous sounds echoed every time they thrust. The number of used condoms hanging from Michelle’s waist was nearly ten.

"Ah, aah. Aaaaaaaaah!!"

Zepar tried to spring up to kill those bastards. But his brain went numb, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

"Ah, aah..."

"Oh, what’s this? The little-dick woke up?"

Michelle’s voice. Little-dick? Was she talking about him?

"Don't worry about that, just keep thrusting, Master~"

"Ah, fuck, what a total slut lol. Hey, you... 'boyfriend'? What should we do? I don't want to, but your girlfriend is asking me to thrust harder lol."

"Ah, aah... aah...!"

"Ah, don't get me wrong. I was trying to help you guys, you know? I was just teaching Michelle, who said she was scared of sex, some sexual knowledge. Oomph!"

"Ooh-ooh!"

Zepar wanted to rip his own ears off. But his paralyzed brain and body made even that impossible.

"Oomph! Oomph!"

"Ooh! Ooh!... It’s good, it’s so good...! Go deeper...!"

"Ooh... fuck... it’s so tight, goddammit...!"

"Hey, hurry up and move aside. I want to thrust too."

"Lol, look at that loser’s face lololol."

The sounds of their moans. And the sound of the men mocking him. Amidst it all, the Gold Taeyang watching said:

"You didn't know that, did you? Back at the academy, at the beach, and at the festival, I fucked her while you weren't looking lol. It was so thrilling."

"......"

Zepar moved his hand, grabbed his own member, and began to shake it.

"Hey! Lol! That guy is jerking off!"

"Michelle! Michelle! Take a look at this!"

"Ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh!"

Michelle looked at Zepar as if he were a nuisance and said just one thing.

"You pathetic loser... ooh-ooh!"

Zepar ejaculated, and the amount was pitifully small compared to the Gold Taeyang. He didn't get an erection again. He just wept, blankly listening to the orgy that now included two men...

This was the 486th prey of a regular Gold Taeyang clan member.

"Ah~ it’s so tight, oh fuck!"

"Fantasy worlds are the best, seriously lol."

"A normal academy is this good, I wonder what Pruynar Academy is like?"

Recalling the orders recently handed down to the clan, they began to enjoy their pleasure. Without knowing their own place. Without even knowing that their actions would bring about their own misery.

"Hah!"

"Gack!"

Stumble. Stumble. Oof!

Every gesture, every word was filled with ecstasy. But only for a moment.

Whack!

"Kuaack...!"

As soon as a blunt object struck my head, the strong impact wiped away the ecstasy, and sparks flew before my eyes. I gripped my dizzy mind and looked forward, only to see that damn fallen nun grinning at me. This bitch...!

"Eek!"

"Someone stop them!"

"Instructor! Where are the instructors!"

"Instructor Geul-kwaeng! Don't just sleep, stop them!!"

The students’ screams. Clarire’s hollow, dumbfounded gaze. And us, ignoring it all and trading blows. How did it even end up like this...?

It started last night, right after I retrieved Malakia’s soul.

Oh yeah.

While talking with Clarire, the alarm sounded, and I’d acquired three skills. Every single one felt like a jackpot. Since I was meeting Mullin tomorrow, I went to the Heart family first and checked the skills with a happy heart.

Awesome. According to the knowledge taught by the Dragon Language Compression, I could share all sorts of things with the other party. Experiences. Even skills.

Individual unique skills or high-level skills were close to just mimicking, but general skills that anyone could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠learn could be used almost perfectly. Moreover, this was just a side effect. The true value of this skill was the sharing of experience.

As far as I knew, experience points were distributed equally when partying up to hunt monsters. But using this Share skill, I could pass the experience points from catching monsters to non-party members who didn't even fight.

Not just experience points, but good deeds, bad deeds, or even mana or Ryunar could be shared, making it highly versatile. It was a skill given to me with the meaning of sharing with Malakia’s soul to erase my karma, but it was very good.

It was a power I needed, as someone who wasn't confident in instructor work, optimized for teaching others.

This was a skill needed for first aid. But according to the Dragon Language Compression, it said that when the level reached the maximum, even skills could be stopped. It might be useless right now, but it would become a good weapon later.

A simple description. But that’s why it was powerful. It wasn't in the skill description, but like Frozen Time, it would be difficult to regenerate even once for guys like Kaits, and for hopeless cases like Medeus, Holland, or Hamart, I could probably cast it several times.

The higher the level, the more useful it would become. For me, who didn't have proper defensive skills and didn't have high stamina, it was a fairly desperate skill. Should I raise my stats while I’m at it? Spec-ups are always fun. This is pretty exciting.

[Knowing that stats don't mean much in a fight against a true powerhouse, why are you so excited? Are you trying to make it feel like a game?]

Don't ruin the mood. My mood was ruined because of that bastard Mang-shin. I stopped distributing stats and looked at the orb in my hand. Malakia. There was still no word. It seemed to be asleep. Since this was also treated as an item, a description appeared through 'Understanding of All Things'.

I’d received these skills, so I couldn't just stand by; I had to help.

[Are you okay with this?]

What about it?

[I’m asking if it meets your standards.]

?

[The name 'Plague Dragon' wasn't given for no reason. The number of those who died by its power is literally in the millions.]

You mean, is it okay to help such a guy. Well, what can I do. It’s not like I experienced that time, and there was one more decisive reason I was trying to help Malakia.

Back when I was forcibly summoned to the Divine Realm for keeping Almiraj alive. The Dragon God Semistia had said this to that damn Nanar:

"Malakia ended up like that because of you, so how dare you speak so carelessly."

I didn't know the details, but if Nanar had done something to Malakia, and that was why Malakia was called the Plague Dragon, then this guy was also a victim of sorts.

So, I thought it met my 'standards'.

[Hmm. That dragon said something useless.]

Mang-shin, you son of a bitch. You shook me on purpose. My thoughts are firm, and I’m not proceeding without responsibility, so don't worry.

[Hmph. Do as you please. More than ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that, I’m looking forward to that nun tomorrow.]

Looking forward to what. Honestly, after the floating island battle ended, she took my side or relied on me, so I thought maybe she had a crush on me, but seeing her attitude today, that wasn't it at all.

I was already worried about what to say to her tomorrow.

Mang-shin chuckled and said:

[Do you know what I like the most?]

Sex, probably.

[That’s right.]

This god guy has no plot twists.

[But I have two things I like the most.]

Isn't that not the "most"...? You should have just said you have two first places.

[Hehehe... You’ll be able to see one of them tomorrow.]

What kind of bullshit is that. Blocked. Go to sleep.

Mang-shin didn't make any retort this time and was obediently blocked. I had to go to Blan’s place tomorrow, so I should sleep early.

And the next day. As Clarire had instructed, I arrived in front of the Combat Department at 9 AM. I stood in front of the main gate with my arms crossed... or tried to, but there were so many damn students that I couldn't.

The gazes that pierced me as they passed by hurt. It felt like they were looking at me with eyes that said, "He's an instructor, but what is he doing here at this hour...?"

Attention is poison to an outsider. I am a shadow. I am a stain on the wall.

With the determination to become an inanimate object, I leaned against the gate pillar and pretended to look up at the sky. But to think so many students would come when the semester hadn't even properly started after the floating island theft incident. That woman Mullin. She seemed to be much more popular than I thought.

For reference, I heard that the reason the fallen nun Mullin was teaching even though the semester hadn't officially started was that the requests from Combat Department students were so overwhelming that she was doing it reluctantly. I heard that classes were voluntary for a while, but they were very diligent kids.

The passing students were still glancing at me, pretending to look at the sky from the corner. Fortunately, most of them were curious or had favorable gazes. They were probably trying to speak quietly, but thanks to my excellent hearing, their voices were audible, if only slightly.

"That’s Instructor Dre, right? Should I talk to him?"

"Oh, but I heard he’s also a student?"

"You idiot, is being a student the problem? He’s the one who took care of the dragon corpse that no one could destroy in a few seconds, and defeated the Demon King and the Outsider who stole the floating island, right? You should show respect."

"That, that’s true..."

Oh-ho. My nose, my nose is growing taller...! Is this the feeling of being recognized!

"What are you doing."

"Clarire."

I wondered who was approaching me, and it was her. Today, too, she was exuding cold air, arms crossed, glaring at me with cold eyes.

...Her breasts are big.

She had her arms crossed, but her breasts were so big that they were supporting her under-bust, so honestly, it was a bit arousing. ...... No, fuck. What am I supposed to do if I get aroused by a girl who has a boyfriend and treats me like shit.

Let’s restrain myself. Did she feel my lewd gaze? Clarire pushed her beautiful, smooth black hair back with the back of her hand and glared at me even more sharply, as if demanding an answer.

"Don't stand there looking so dejected. Instructor Dre is a proper instructor of Pruynar Academy and is currently an outstanding person the academy can be proud of, so show an attitude befitting that."

"Clarire..."

I called her name, feeling a bit touched, and she turned her head away as if she were embarrassed. I asked in a much softer voice.

"By the way. Where are the others?"

"The others?"

"Like Meyal or Asita. The people you usually hang out with, Clarire."

"Asita is taking a nap. Meyal has a part-time job."

Asita. You really are a human of the same type as me... Feeling a sense of familiarity with the girl who wasn't here, I didn't stay in the corner as Clarire said, but stood proudly next to the door.

Sticking my hands in my pockets and putting on a poker face seemed to add to the atmosphere. Clarire looked like she was going into the building, but then she stood next to me. ...Does she like me? I thought she hated me until now...! Oh my! How embarrassing!

[Oh, fuck...]

...... S-sorry...

Just then, Clarire asked me quietly.

"...Does Gold not buy you clothes?"

I thought she was being too favorable. Was the criticism starting now?

"Gold is always trying to buy me something, but I refuse because I feel burdened to receive it."

"If they give it to you, just take it. You don't look like an instructor at Pruynar Academy, but like a teacher exhausted from work at some low-grade cram school."

"...."

I want to hit that mouth once, right before she speaks. Right. Before.

"I heard. You said the reason you’re trying to contact Instructor Mullin is because of Mr. Blan’s arm?"

"That’s right."

It wasn't exactly a secret, so I answered readily.

"That’s a good thing. For you, who has a name but no rumors of good deeds, each of these acts will help you acquire the dignity befitting an instructor."

"Clarire."

"Yes?"

"Aren't you going in for class?"

"...Are you being sarcastic?"

No, why are you in bitch mode again. I’m not being sarcastic, I’m telling you to get lost quickly.

[That’s what being sarcastic is.]

Blocked.

"It’s not that, I’m just worried that you might have trouble missing class because of me."

Clarire blinked a couple of times and cleared her throat.

"Ahem. Worr, ugh, ahem. I’m grateful for that, but aren't you going to meet Instructor Mullin anyway? You pretend to be a sensible person but most of the time, no, in all such cases, you go off the rails, so I intend to watch from the side."

That’s too much. Even so, she’s a person who might fix my benefactor Mr. Blan’s arm, so why would I go off the rails.

Just then, a powerful energy suddenly dropped from the sky a little distance away. A person who was yawning while walking toward us without even kicking up dust, and the person next to her...

One was Mullin, who looked like a chaste nun today, properly wearing a veil.

The other was a beauty whose eyes were drooping, giving her a somewhat dazed and sleepy impression, but whose face was enough to make your eyes pop open. But contrary to that appearance, she didn't seem interested in dressing up. Her eyes were hollow, her clothes were loose as if to say comfortable clothes were the best, and her navy hair covering her shoulder blades looked a bit frizzy.

It looked like she washed, but it was clear that she had done her grooming haphazardly. Her name was definitely Geul-kwaeng Lupuslong. I remembered it because it was a strange name.

Why are they coming together? Is it a joint class?

“Instructor Geul-kwaeng... you’ve come to take a nap again.”

Clarire muttered. Is this school’s instructor situation really okay? I started to worry if the principal or Alfred were doing the work of ten people.

"Eh."

Mullin, who had been walking, stopped and frowned after discovering me.

"What is it, new Instructor Dre. I told you to just go back yesterday, so you came all the way here?"

Why is she using polite language again today...? Is she the type who distinguishes between work and private conversation, similar to Mr. Apiz? Or is she just doing it as she pleases?

"I have a favor to ask."

"I’m sure I refused yesterday."

"I just want you to listen to the story."

"Not interested~"

She waved her hand and treated me like a street vendor. A little anger rose, but I held it back.

"Instructor Mullin must have something she wants, right?"

"Something I want?"

Mullin suddenly chuckled.

"Well. I thought you were different from other Outsiders before, but in the end, you were the same."

"?"

What kind of bullshit is that.

"So, you can't give me what I want. Do you understand?"

"If you could at least tell me what you want..."

"...Whew."

Mullin, who took a deep breath as if she were annoyed, beckoned me to come closer with her finger. It was annoying, but when I approached obediently, she beckoned me to come closer. ...Ah, fuck, why. I was almost right in front of her now, but she told me to come closer. In front of the students, here, even closer? Mullin’s beautiful face was closer, so I could see it better. I swallowed without realizing it. When I narrowed the distance further, she was within reach if I stretched out my hand. Even so, Mullin beckoned with her finger to come closer. ......Should I even hug her?

I felt my heart race slightly and lowered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only my upper body, and Mullin whispered in my ear.

"Your expression is very lewd. By any chance, do you want to have sex with me?"

"?!"

"If you want to..."

What the fuck? Really? Is that okay? The moment I pulled my head back to ask if she was serious, Mullin made a face as if she were looking down on someone. Pfft.

"Just kidding. Just kidding."

"......"

"If you keep clinging to me, I’ll tell the principal you’re sexually harassing me, so go away now. Brother Sympathy."

The smiling face was truly like a saint. You fucking bitch...! You baited me...?! I also smiled.

"Instructor Mullin’s body, that is."

"?"

Mullin’s face became puzzled.

"The smell is really..."

"...Oh."

Facing her face, which was horrified as if asking if I was really going to sexually harass her, I said:

"...terrible."

"......"

"It’s a mix of alcohol and sweat... Ugh! I thought I was immune because I’ve smelled almost every smell in the world, but you’ve opened up a new world for me."

"......"

"Well, how can someone who isn't this clean heal people. I’ll be going now..."

"Brother?"

Smiling.

"If you kneel, I might be able to regenerate the arm of that person called Blan?"

"......"

Well, if you say so... there’s no choice.

“Wait...! Mr. Dre...!”

The moment I was about to shake off Clarire’s attempt to stop me and kneel.

Pfft!

I heard a sound of someone spitting, and a foot flew at the knee I was about to kneel on, and with a strong force, it made me stand up straight.

Annoyance surged.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you a man with no pride?"

"......"

"That person. I’ve seen a picture of him at the Heart family. You seem to be close with him? Or..."

Or what.

I was glaring at her, but Mullin said in a relaxed voice.

"That wife who was by his side. She was certainly that kind of person, close to a prostitute... By any chance, are you interested in that side? Brother."

Snap.

Intangible killing intent clashed. Geul-kwaeng, who had sleepy eyes, groaned.

"Oh... you guys... why are you doing this out of nowhere..."

"Shut up, sister."

"Hee-ing..."

Mullin suppressed Geul-kwaeng in one word.

"It’s dirty. Brother. Even so, considering that pathetic sight..."

She seemed to be trying to say something, but it couldn't have been anything proper anyway. I grinned and said:

"A person who slanders others is a nun..."

"...?"

"What are you talking about since a while ago. You whore."

Mullin flinched at my informal speech, her blood vessels twitching. But she soon tried to return to her smiling face, so I added one more word.

"Is that why you were eliminated from the saint candidate list?"

"......"

I don't know where she took it out from, but she was holding a bottle of alcohol. I wondered if she was going to hit me on the head with it, but that wasn't it, she gulped it down, and then...

"What the fuck, you asshole!?"

Why is she suddenly using informal speech, you bitch.

"What the fuck, you bitch."

"Bitch?! Bit-ch?!"

"Yeah, you bitch."

The students who were glancing at us as they passed by were already doing so, but as our voices grew louder, they all focused on us. Regardless, Mullin and I didn't care and just raised our voices.

"H-hey, instructors. Dignity..."

I glared at each other, shaking off Clarire’s hand as she reached out to stop us.

"Get lost! I’m never going to listen to your requests!"

"Yeah, even if I heal a woman like you, it won't heal! So I don't need it~"

"Fuck off."

"Fuck off."

"?!"

"What the fuck."

Clarire, who was nearby, staggered as if she were dizzy. Geul-kwaeng was also troubled.

"...Umm. I’ll just, stand over there, okay?"

Geul-kwaeng, with a troubled expression, staggered and went to stand by the students.

"Aha! There really must be something between you and that fox! You got angry as soon as you heard it?!"

"You must be the fox, what is that outfit that doesn't look like a cleric? Garter belt??"

Now that I look at it, she was wearing a pure white garter belt and stockings, which was vulgar for a cleric? Honestly, it was arousing, but I didn't show it and said:

"It makes me want to vomit, you old lady! Think about your age. Your age!"

"What’s wrong with my age!"

"What’s wrong, you old lady!"

"Bullshit! How old are you?!"

"I’ve eaten as much as I should!"

"Uh-uh... Instructor Dre is clea-rly..."

Geul-kwaeng, who had been still, mentioned my age, and "Oh-oh" sounds erupted from the students who had been watching with half-anxiety and half-interest.

"He’s young?"

"There’s almost no difference from us?"

"Isn't he the same age as Instructor Mullin?"

...? Huh? Same age?

"Same age?"

Mullin is the same age as me?? And Mullin snorted.

"Ha! You said I was old or whatever..."

"You’re the same age as me with that face? You’ve aged terribly."

"......"

The expression disappeared from Mullin’s face, but the several blood vessel marks on her face told how pissed off Mullin was. Oh, that feels good. You fucking bitch. If we’re the same age, not an elder, there’s no need to go easy on you.

"You... fuck...! Do you want to die?!"

"You’re the one who’s going to die, you bitch. If you weren't the same instructor, you would have died by my hands."

"Oh? You look like a virgin, but you’re good at bluffing?"

"Shut up, you aged woman."

"Aged woman...?"

"You’ve got cobwebs, haven't you?"

After stopping for a moment, Mullin’s face, having understood the meaning of my words, turned red and blue, and she began to stomp her feet.

Thud! Thud!

The ground began to be dug up by her stomping. The depth of the hole was considerable, so it was chilling... no, fuck that. Who can't do that? When I stomped my feet as well, Mullin’s face turned bright red with rage.

"You... color...!"

"What, what. Huh? You raised your fist? Hit me! Hit me!"

"......Whew."

Mullin gulped down the alcohol she was holding, gulp, gulp, gulp. Refreshingly.

"Wow... isn't that Dwarf’s Tears?"

"She’s gulping down that strong stuff."

How are the students so detailed about the name of the alcohol? No, she’s an adult by this world’s age, though.

"Pwah..."

What is it. Did she gulp it down to extinguish her boiling insides. But Mullin threw the empty bottle to the floor.

Clatter!

"Hey."

"What."

"Let’s make a bet."

"What bet."

"Let’s hit each other once."

"...?"

"The one who surrenders first loses, and if you win, I’ll fix the arm of that muscle pig called Blan or whatever. Okay?"

"This bitch is swearing at the end of every sentence."

"What about your way of speaking with your face exploded?"

"...Whew. Hey. Forget it, forget it. I don't need someone like you. I won't even come near you anymore."

I thought she was a good person because she took my side on the floating island before, but to think she was such an acrobatic bitch. As expected of this world, she’s a bitch in proportion to her appearance.

At that moment, Mullin grinned and said:

"Scared?"

"...?"

Does a word like that exist in this world?

"Scared? Scared?"

"No, this drunk bitch...!"

"Ah, so you’re scared, right~ If you’re scared, tuck your tail and crawl away. Then I’ll let you off."

"Do you really want to die?"

"Try killing me? Or are you going to make an excuse that you can't hit me because I’m a woman?"

"Do you know what a gender-equality punch is?"

"Fuck that. Hey! Kids!"

The surrounding students stood at attention all at once. There was some energy in her voice. Something that wasn't what I called Ki, nor mana, nor Ryunar. If I had to compare, it felt similar to Prostia or Semistia. In other words, it was similar to Dragon Language.

"Today’s class is observation! Because in actual combat, there are times when you need grit, so I’ll show you that!"

Waaaaah!

Cheers and sighs leaked out evenly from the men and women. There were occasional screams mixed with worry, but most had incredibly intrigued expressions.

"Wait! You two! What kind of disgrace is this for instructors...!"

""Shut up!!""

As Mullin and I shouted at the same time, even that great Clarire stiffened, flinching. This fucking fallen nun bitch. I’ll kill you.

"Call?"

"Call."

As soon as I gave permission, Mullin took something out of her bosom. What is it... a squeaky hammer?

"...What are you doing?"

"If I really pick up a weapon, your head will be smashed."

She playfully hit her own thigh with the squeaky hammer. Squeak, squeak. It was a toy no matter how I looked at it. Seeing the soft squeaky hammer press against her equally soft thigh, the men cheered, "Oh-oh...", but it was soon suppressed by the female students’ gazes.

"Now, who should go first?"

"Instructor Dre."

As soon as Mullin finished speaking, Clarire clung to me and whispered.

"Are you really doing this? You’re going to ruin your reputation in the school like this."

"......"

"Furthermore, the reputation of the Ten Families will also fall. Are you going to act so selfishly?"

I silently raised my hand, grabbed Clarire’s shoulder, and pushed her away. Clarire, who was dazed for a moment and then strangely flustered, looked at me, and I moved only my lips to smile to reassure her.

"Instructor..."

I said to Clarire, who smiled as if she understood.

"If I win, my reputation will go up."

"...?"

"Brother. So who is first..."

The bitch is letting her guard down with a relaxed expression. Both legs are spread slightly. One hand is clenched into a fist and placed on her waist. The other hand is tapping her shoulder with the squeaky hammer... In other words. It’s a very good pose to hit.

"Hup!!"

A fist thrust out with a sound of tearing air. The fallen nun bitch opened her eyes wide and tried to counterattack, but flinched and stopped.

Thud!

"Oof...!"

Kuh. This hand-feel. It went in properly. I hit the exact same spot where I hit Remi before. Because, the child born to such a bitch would be pitiful, so it’s better not to be born at all!

"Waaaaah!"

"Belly punch! It’s a belly punch!"

"Crazy... that new instructor is a crazy bastard after all!"

I remembered the face of the guy who called me a crazy bastard.

"How is..."

Squeak-whack!

"Oof?!"

With a funny sound, my head turned, and sparks flew in my eyes for a moment. Kuh. I groaned and almost collapsed.

"Come on. Come on."

The fallen nun, beckoning with her finger with an annoyed expression at me staggering. You fucking bitch...!!

"Waaaaah!"

"As expected of Instructor Mullin!"

"She has no mercy!"

"I’ve been hit by that slightly before, and it hurts like hell..."

Spitting on her hand and gripping the handle of the squeaky hammer tightly, she looked manly, which didn't match her beautiful appearance at all. So what.

"Hup!"

BAM!!

"Oof...!"

"Hahaha. How is..."

Squeak-whack!

"Kek!"

"Yeah. You weak-fisted bastard. Your fist doesn't hurt at all..."

BAM!

"Kuh... huff!"

"You said it didn't hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

Squeak-whack!

"Gack! You fucking bitch!"

At first, there was a bit of a time gap between our hits, but now it had turned into a brawl.

Thud!

"You asshole!"

Squeak-whack!

"You old hag!"

Thud!

"You face-bomb with dirty eyes!"

Squeak-whack!

"Gender-equality punch!"

Thud!

"Don't just hit the belly, you sinister bastard!"

Squeak-whack!

"Fuck, don't just hit the head either. Are you going to take responsibility if I get a stone head or an iron head, you fucking bitch!"

Thud!

"Be glad I don't smash that little dick of yours, you fucking asshole!"

Squeak-whack!

"Did you see my dick?! Did you?! You cobweb bitch!!"

......

...That’s how it happened. My head was dizzy, so I couldn't remember how it started at first....

What time is it now? Seeing the students who were cheering and enjoying it at first turn pale, it seemed like quite a bit of time had passed.... Amidst that, Geul-kwaeng was lying on the grass nearby, yawning peacefully. In fact, isn't she the biggest big shot here....

...Huh. Whose turn was it to hit.

"Come on~"

Seeing her provoke me with the same annoying expression, it must be my turn. I have no choice but to admit that that bitch is tougher than me. You disgustingly tough bitch...! I will overcome it with mental strength...!

“Hup!!”

Thud!

"Oof...!"

Kuh-huff. Mullin, who was retching, lit up her eyes.

"It’s my turn, so why are you hitting me! You fucking asshole!"

"You’re the one who told me to come in!"

"You fuck!"

Whoosh!

The squeaky hammer tore through the air near my crotch.

"Argh! You crazy bitch, who are you trying to make a eunuch?!"

"You wouldn't have used it in your life anyway, so I was trying to save you the trouble! Why!"

"Don't make me laugh! What do you mean I wouldn't use it, you cobweb bitch! Do you think I’m you?!"

"Fuck off! Fuck off!"

Turn or whatever, we stopped the pseudo-brawl and started a real brawl. As she swung the squeaky hammer wildly, I deflected it by applying spatial sword, and as soon as I did, she grabbed my hair and almost kneed my crotch.

"Stay still! I’ll make you a eunuch cleanly!"

"Bullshit! Let go of my head!"

"Yeah! Fuck off!"

"You fucking bitch...!"

"Ah! Ah! Let go! Let go! Are you not letting go?!"

When I grabbed the hair over the veil and pulled it hard, the disheveled veil came off, and smooth blonde hair was revealed. Ah, it’s pretty. I should pull it out and make it a collection!

"It’s very soft! It’ll be perfect to use for a doll’s head!"

"You’re a pervert like Gijair!"

But this fucking bitch.

"But it’s dirty thinking it’s your hair!! Fuck! I have to burn it!"

"Fuck off! Aang!"

"Aack, fuck. This bitch bit me..."

"Ag, ag-g... Kyaack?!!"

"Ag. Ag-g."

Since she bit my arm, I bit her shoulder too. Fuck, yeah, let’s go to the end.

At that moment.

Thud.

A powerful gravity pressed down on me. No, the same went for Mullin. The feeling of 'I’m fucked' rose on her expression, which had been puzzled for a moment.

"You two."

As soon as I heard the voice, I thought I was fucked too. This young voice....

"What kind of bullshit are you doing right now?"

Principal Lenea had descended.