Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Peeping Sight
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A unfamiliar ceiling... no, not quite.
It's a familiar one.
The faint smell of disinfectant and the plush softness of an unfamiliar bed.
It seemed like the academy infirmary.
My head throbbed, but the extreme exhaustion had subsided considerably. Had they hooked me up to an IV for mana recovery?
"...Are you coming around?"
I turned my head toward the low, familiar voice. There sat Instructor Cheon Da-eun on a chair beside the bed, looking down at me.
She had taken off her mask at some point.
Her cheeks seemed a bit redder than usual. Was that just my imagination?
"Where... how...? Oh, right, I passed out, didn't I?"
"You don't remember?"
I desperately racked my brain. In the mock battle, I'd depleted all my mana and staggered, and then Instructor Cheon Da-eun and Instructor Seraphina...
"What exactly happened? At the end, it seemed like the two instructors were arguing."
"......"
At my question, Instructor Cheon Da-eun suddenly averted her gaze.
She coughed awkwardly and turned her head toward the window. Her usual composure was nowhere to be found; she clearly looked flustered.
"It was nothing. Just a minor difference of opinion."
"I-is that so?"
"Yes. Though... you should probably visit Instructor Seraphina later to check on her."
I tried to ask what she meant, but she waved her hand as if she didn't want to discuss it further.
She coughed awkwardly a couple more times, cleared her throat, and got back to the main topic.
"The important thing is that you passed today's evaluation with flying colors. Second place overall. Your final mock battle was especially impressive."
"Th-thank you...?"
"Indeed. Though you did collapse unsightly at the end, you exceeded the benchmarks in every category. Vice Principal Kraus was particularly satisfied with your mock battle performance."
She paused to check her documents before continuing.
"Therefore, tomorrow at 9 a.m., you'll participate in the final second-stage evaluation: the mock rift breakthrough."
"Finally, that test."
"As you know, this mock rift is the 1-7 Rift."
1-7.
The seventh rift to appear in Tartaros, an initial-stage one.
"Among initial-stage rifts, it's the most stable and fully controlled. The internal environment, monster types, and numbers are all under academy management. You'll team up with the other seven passers to conquer it."
I had already considered the risks of the mock rift.
A dormant volcano connected to a giant beast's belly, paused for the moment.
Within a year, the 1-7 Rift awakens, putting the protagonist in peril.
Of course, if an accident happened before then, it would shatter the story's premise, so the safety probability was over 90%.
I'd prepared my ace in the hole—Clone Creation—but it would probably end without needing it.
"...Understood. I'll prepare."
"Good. For now, don't think about anything. Just rest. Mana recovery is the priority."
Mana recovery.
'Yeah, my body still feels heavy.'
I was on an IV, but it wouldn't recover me instantly. They were too budget-strapped to make weird dolls or whatever; no way they'd fully restore my fatigue.
As if it were the most natural thing, I grabbed her hand.
"Ah, then hurry up and kiss me. I need to replenish my mana."
"...What?"
Her face froze instantly. No, more like it was stricken with shock and absurdity.
"Wh-what... are you saying, you brat?!"
"Huh?"
Her face flushed crimson, practically exploding, as she stammered in disbelief. That's when I realized my mistake.
'Oh no!'
Damn, my head wasn't fully clear yet. My habit with the clone sis slipped out. The woman in front of me was the real Instructor Cheon Da-eun!
"N-no, that's not it! Sorry, I got confused for a second...!"
"Confused? Who did you mistake me for?!"
"N-no one! That's not what I meant! Uh... there's this rumor, you know? They say exchanging saliva helps with mana recovery, so I just said it as a joke!"
I desperately made excuses. Cold sweat trickled down my back.
Instructor Cheon Da-eun glared at me with a mix of absurdity and anger. Her cheeks were still apple-red.
"You...! You actually believed such a ridiculous, vulgar rumor?! Or are you mocking me right now?!"
"N-no! Absolutely not...!"
"Enough! I don't want to hear it—shut your mouth!"
She yelled as if she couldn't stand it anymore, then stormed out of the infirmary door like she couldn't bear to share the same space with me.
Bang!
The door slammed shut with an echoing thud.
"...Haa."
Screwed up.
Really stepped in it.
'Knew something like this would happen eventually...'
Bang!
The infirmary door slammed shut. Cheon Da-eun, who had practically thrown it open, leaned against the hallway wall and panted heavily. Her heart raced wildly.
Her face burned like fire. She cupped her cheek with her hand, but the heat wouldn't subside. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
'That arrogant brat...! He must be insane!'
His words from moments ago echoed vividly in her ears.
Kiss him? For mana replenishment?
Outrage beyond absurdity made her teeth grind. Even if he wasn't in his right mind from mana depletion, how could he spew such vulgar, shameless words at his instructor!
A rumor? Saliva exchange? Even his excuse was laughable.
'What did I ever see in that kid to think he had potential...'
Haa!
But something felt off.
Her head boiled with rage, wanting to grab him by the collar, yet deep in her heart, a completely different emotion swirled.
Embarrassment, shame, and an inexplicable pounding.
"Wh-why am I reacting like this...?"
It was strange. She couldn't understand herself.
Truth be told, her heart had raced oddly every time she saw Kang Ihyeon—it wasn't a new feeling. Losing herself to his sweat scent, stealing his underwear to comfort herself with its smell... She recalled all those perverted, bizarre actions.
For the first time in her twenty-eight years, feelings for someone. For a young, immature student who sometimes crossed lines so boldly—a forbidden emotion she shouldn't feel.
She vaguely understood it might be "love."
But that didn't explain her current reaction.
His absurd "kiss me" taunt had ignited fury—and her heart had pounded fiercely. Humiliation hit, yet her lower belly warmed with a sickening sensation.
'Is this... what love feels like too? Getting excited by such insulting words?'
No. This wasn't love.
It was filthy, abnormal.
Cheon Da-eun slumped to the cold hallway floor, burying her face between her knees.
"Ugh... Am I a pervert...? How did I end up like this..."
Cheon Da-eun groaned on the cold floor for a while before finally sorting her thoughts.
'...Enough. Maybe I'm overreacting.'
Yeah, he was mana-depleted. Not in his right mind. It was weird for her to get so worked up over nonsense in that state. As his instructor, she should face him and demand a proper apology. With heavy steps, she climbed the stairs again.
She felt even more tense than before.
What should she say? How to probe his intentions? As she hesitated and raised her hand to knock on the infirmary door...
...Haaang...
A faint sound leaked from inside—so faint at first she thought she'd misheard. But listening closely, it grew clearer.
......Ng... Hnng... Ah...
A low moan. And a subtle, wet squelching sound.
Cheon Da-eun's mind went blank.
'No way, while I was gone...? Did he bring a woman in...?'
That "confusion" he mentioned.
Did he mistake her for another woman?
Call another one in right after she left...?
Cheon Da-eun swallowed hard.
Betrayal. Jealousy.
Yes, if her feelings for him were truly "love," she should feel sorrow or anger now.
But it was strange.
Disgust mixed with her heart pounding fit to burst. A suffocating throb different from before. Her nape heated, her lower belly tightening lewdly again.
'Why... why again...?'
She turned the doorknob with trembling hands.
Click—
But the door was locked from inside. As if confirming her suspicions.
"......"
Cheon Da-eun stood before the locked door, ear attuned to the faint but unmistakable lewd sounds from within.
Ah, right.
If she channeled a trace of mana through the door gap, she could faintly sense the situation inside.
Steadying her trembling heart, she closed her eyes and focused all her nerves on her fingertips. A thin thread of mana seeped through the cold metal door crack.
Finally, faint mana traces inside the infirmary emerged. Blurry mist at first, then two human shapes faintly appeared.
Their manas intertwined wildly. Each thrust of one shape's hips sent ripples through the mana waves.
One was Kang Ihyeon's mana—much weaker from depletion, but unmistakable to his instructor.
The problem was the other.
Its output and density weren't a student's. Finely controlled, but the total volume matched other academy instructors.
'An instructor? Who...?'
A name flashed: Seraphina. The one who eyed her warily and clashed constantly.
Even praising her student mockingly earlier.
What if she'd made a move behind her back...?
'...No, not certain. I'd recognize Seraphina's mana signature.'
Cheon Da-eun swallowed her ragged breath. Don't jump to conclusions. Focus on the scene her mana detected.
Refining Mana Detection sharpened the blurry shapes into contours.
Squelch— squelch— splurt—!
Inside the infirmary.
On the bed, Kang Ihyeon—familiar build—straddled a woman. His hips moved rhythmically, powerfully. The woman below wrapped her legs around his waist, twisting to match his rhythm.
Missionary. The vivid sex position.
Cheon Da-eun couldn't know, but the only one Kang Ihyeon would fuck for instant mana replenishment was one: her own clone, born via Clone Creation—Clone Cheon Da-eun.
As he thrust deeper, the clone Cheon Da-eun cried out in ecstasy. Each plunge of his cock into her undeveloped, tight, hot depths crumpled the sheets with creaks.
"Haang...! Hng, K-Kang Ihyeon... too... ahn, rough... hng... good..."
"Hoo, hoo... Second time, and you're already loving it, sis?"
"H-haang... Don't... it's you...!"
Her soaked insides squelched with his movements.
Each withdrawal and deep thrust filled the room with slick friction sounds.
"Haa, haa..."
Kang Ihyeon panted, gripping her waist firmly. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dangling precariously from his chin.
Slap! Smack! Thwack!
His pelvis battered her lower belly. Their flesh collided lewdly with each impact.
With two rounds under his belt, Kang Ihyeon was gradually getting the hang of hipwork.
"Hoo... Sis... too tight... seriously, you'll kill me..."
"Aang...! Th-this is... hng... me relaxed...! Haaang! Y-you're... eung! too... big...!"
"Haa... You're too narrow, sis."
He paused, looking down at her gasping body. Shifting angle slightly, he twisted his insertion subtly.
His hardened glans pushed past soft flesh to a deep, walled end.
"Is this the spot from last time...?"
"Ah...! W-wait... not there...!"
Thud— thud— thud—
The renewed thrusts differed—deeper, blatantly pounding her most sensitive spot. His penis scraped her walls, bludgeoning her fragile cervix.
"Haaang! Ah! Aaang! Ihyeon! W-wait...! Not there, it... hurts... haang!"
Kang Ihyeon's unskilled pounding straight to her depths backfired on her, newly awakening to sex's pleasures.
Of course, without forced skills.
Forced pleasure skills barely balanced pain and ecstasy in their coupling.
She flailed her legs to push him away, but he didn't budge. Aroused by her reactions, he intensified the cervix assaults.
"Don't like it? Sis... you're soaking because you love it here... haa..."
"S-stop... feels weird...! Eung, hurts but, huaaang...! Body's... huaaang...!"
He whispered in her ear, stabbing deeper. Her soft flesh mashed under his glans, her legs quivering.
Thud— thud—!
"No more, no more... can't take it...! Aaah... c-coming..."
Squirt. Squirrt—.
Her body arched like a bow, convulsing. Her walls clenched his cock, hot fluids gushing.
She shuddered in first climax, but Kang Ihyeon didn't stop.
"Hng... st-stop, hng, no more... I-I came... don't torment... haang?"
"Haa, haa... You're amazing, sis..."
Kang Ihyeon neared his limit too. Her spasming tightness, the zing of battering her cervix, her lewd post-climax sight pushed him to the edge.
Faster, harder. His glans scraped in and out.
With final effort, his glans pierced deepest, impaling her writhing cervix.
Ultimate pleasure surged up his spine. He crushed her waist, unleashing hot semen deep inside.
"Gonna cum...!"
Splurt— spluuurt— splurt—!
"Heeeeeek...!"
Thick white ropes erupted around her cervix. His body shook with the spurting sensation.
Her legs, wrapped around him, tightened fiercely—as if refusing release. Her slim, firm thighs clamped his hips, locking his still-spasming cock inside.
"Haa, haa..."
"Hoo... That was good, sis."
Meanwhile, Cheon Da-eun trembled faintly against the cold hallway wall.
The mana traces and faint sounds painted vivid scenes in her mind.
Her student, Kang Ihyeon.
And a presumed instructor woman.
Their copulation's afterglow. Kang Ihyeon buried deep, ejaculating; the woman clinging with legs, mana waves refusing release.
Cheon Da-eun felt the woman's mana familiar but couldn't identify her.
'C-can't... breathe...'
Her heart thundered; blood boiled, flushing her face.
An unprecedented intense swirl. Only inexplicable, chaotic arousal eroded her reason.
Unknowingly, her hand moved. Trembling fingers roamed under her skirt, over her panties, rubbing her soaked secret spot.
'What... am I doing...'
She tried regaining senses, but her body rebelled. The intense afterimages and squelching sounds stimulated her primal instincts.
Finally, her fingers slipped inside her panties. Her untouched virgin core—first conscious touch sent electric jolts through her.
Squelch...
"Hnng...!"
An involuntary moan escaped. She clamped her mouth. Her slick entrance welcomed the finger easily. Hesitantly, she circled the rim lightly.
Squelch... squelch...
The mana waves beyond calmed. Wild entanglement faded to faint breaths. Sex over.
'Haa... Feels weird now—mixing with my student, what would that be like...'
Fleeting fantasy tightened her belly hotly. Reason rang alarms. Not the time or place.
If she were seen… her dignity as an instructor—her dignity as a human being—would crumble.
Cheon Da-eun yanked her fingers out in panic. Slick fluids coated them. Seeing it, her face burned. She squeezed her eyes shut, straightened her skirt hastily.
Legs wobbling, she retreated silently from the door, staggering to the bathroom at the hall's end.