Roxana's Secret Video

The very next day, the rumor spread like wildfire. Countless male students began searching for Roxana's masturbation video. It was the dawn of the great masturbation video era! Just the mere whisper that a video of the great and beautiful archmage Roxana Sprouse pleasuring herself was circulating was enough to send the entire academy into an uproar.

Of course, all of this happened in complete secrecy beneath the surface. Those who hadn't heard the rumor simply found the atmosphere a little suspicious and left it at that.

I moved carefully, gathering information about the video while keeping an eye out for any possible transmigrators watching me. For the record, ninety percent of that information came from Yas's constant whining every time he returned to the dormitory.

"How can it not be out yet? Maybe someone already got their hands on it?"

"Could be."

"Isn't that way too selfish? If you're a real man, you should gladly share the video for the happiness of the entire academy!"

"The entire academy? What about the girls?"

"Then half! Anyway! Whoever has the video should sacrifice themselves for the sake of half the academy!"

Setting aside how painful it was to listen to Yas's nonsense, his ramblings actually provided some useful intel.

There was one particular incident that stood out.

"Abel! Are you really looking for that kind of video?"

"Ah! Y-Yuni? What are you doing here?"

"So it's true? You want to watch the Grey Tower Master's... m-masturbation video?"

"N-no! It's not like that!"

"Really? Then why are you looking for it? You've been saying you're busy lately and won't even hang out with me! I want to see you more often, Abel. Hmph!"

It was endearing to watch. Though she couldn't be completely honest, she couldn't fully hide her feelings either. That fresh, youthful innocence of a girl was on full display, and it warmed my heart.

Abel, who had been frantically trying to come up with excuses, finally realized what truly mattered and answered her.

"I'm sorry, Yuni! I was wrong. I'll stop looking for it."

"Really?"

"Of course! Let's go out together. I'll walk you back."

"Thank you!"

After that, the two left the room and enjoyed a long walk together. They even made plans to visit the library over the weekend, or so I heard. Thanks to that, Yas burned with rage toward Abel.

"That traitor! I knew I shouldn't have included someone with a girlfriend in the plan! Luan, you agree with me, right?"

"Hmm. I don't know about that."

"Damn it! That's right, you've got a fiancée too, don't you? Forget it! I'll find it myself!"

Burning with the pain of betrayal, Yas walked his lonely path alone from then on. Even if that path ultimately led to him getting caught red-handed by Professor Caelin and earning her disgust, he pressed forward toward his goal without stopping.

And then, one late evening, as I was returning from training, I stumbled upon a stroke of incredible luck.

"Does that video even really exist?"

I'd been asking around for nearly a week, but no solid information had come up. At this point, rumors were circulating that the photo had been fabricated or that Roxana had already recovered the video. No one knew what the truth was.

"Sigh..."

I let out a long breath. That's when it happened.

─Meow!

From somewhere came the hateful cry of a furry wheel. Sometimes I'd hear a cat's meow from outside the dormitory window. Whenever I looked out, I'd see someone scattering cat food. If I ever caught the culprit, I'd report them to the dorm supervisor and get them kicked out immediately.

As I simmered with inner rage, my eyes landed on the very cat dad currently setting out food.

"There, there. Good boy. Good kitty. You eat too."

Judging by the color of his name tag, he was a second-year. If his personality hadn't changed midway, he'd probably been doing this for a whole year.

'That crazy bastard?'

Senior or not, I couldn't just overlook such antisocial behavior. Convinced that public opinion would be on my side, I strode over confidently. But just as I was about to yell at him, a single cat darted out from a small bush.

In its mouth was a small device.

The cat placed the device in front of the cat dad, as if offering it in exchange for food.

"Huh? Isn't this a recording chip for a memory orb? Why would something like this be here?"

The cat dad tilted his head in confusion. The moment I saw it, I immediately realized what it was.

'Holy shit! The cat had it?'

No wonder no one could find it. Without hesitation, I ran straight to the cat dad and shouted.

"Wait a second!"

"Yes? Who are you?"

"I think that belongs to me. Can I take a look?"

"You say it's yours?"

The cat dad looked back and forth between the recording chip and my face. He seemed suspicious. Without missing a beat, I pulled a shiny gold coin from my subspace pouch.

"I'll give you this as a reward!"

"Whoa, a gold coin? With this I could feed the kids for─ Understood! Here you go!"

"Thank you. I finally found what I was looking for thanks to you."

"Not at all! It's only natural."

"Well then, I'll be going. I need to check the contents first."

"Of course! Take care!"

After pocketing the recording chip, I gave a quick farewell and immediately headed for the audiovisual room.

'Well, I've committed the worst sin imaginable.'

The guilt of contributing to the breeding of stray cats weighed heavily on my chest. But it couldn't be helped. It was a necessary sacrifice to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠obtain Roxana's masturbation video.

With this, I could negotiate with her.

A short while later, I arrived at the audiovisual room and immediately inserted the chip into the player.

Click!

With a firm locking sound, the screen filled with the sight of Roxana, completely naked.

─Ahh... Hngh! This is it. Mmm... It feels so good.

It was the real thing. Her voice was obscenely lewd. It carried a demonic tone that could make any man's cock stand at full attention in an instant. However, I was disappointed.

"That's it?"

In the video, Roxana was wearing a skin-colored yoga outfit and striking all sorts of poses on a mat. Occasionally, when her muscles relaxed, the pleasure seemed so intense that she let out moans. If it weren't for the screen, you'd think she was actually masturbating or having sex.

The combination of that perverted outfit and the poses made it look exactly like masturbation from a distance.

"God damn it!"

In a surge of anger, my foot shot forward without thinking.

BAM!

The moment I kicked the player, it began glitching and spitting out noise.

"W-what the? What's wrong with this thing!"

Scratches appeared on the screen as it flickered, and then it suddenly went completely dark. Only the strange moans continued to play.

Panicking, I slapped the player with my palm a few times, but when I realized it wasn't going to fix itself, I grabbed the chip and quickly left the audiovisual room. Since not many people used it anyway, it probably wouldn't be discovered for a while.

'Now what do I do with this?'

I stared down at the recording chip, deep in thought. If it had been a real masturbation video, I could've used it for personal relief or traded it with Roxana for future assistance. But a yoga video didn't have much ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠value.

At the same time, handing it over to Yas or anyone else felt like a waste after all the effort I'd put in.

"Hmm... I should just return it."

No matter how I thought about it, giving it back to Roxana was the cleanest option. Even if I couldn't secure unconditional help, at least I'd returned her lost item. That should earn me some favor.

She'd probably do something for me later. Since going to see her directly was a hassle, I'd just ask Deborah to deliver it for me.

Having made my decision, I tossed the recording chip into my subspace pouch and headed back to the dormitory.

*

At noon, when the sunlight was at its strongest, Deborah received a secretive summons from Luan. When she arrived at the deserted staircase, he pulled a recording chip from his pocket and held it out to her.

"Here, take this."

"Huh? What is it?"

"Just give it to your master."

"M-Master? How do you know my master, Luan?"

Deborah was momentarily thrown into great confusion. She couldn't understand how the two of them were connected. Luan answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Isn't it weirder that you don't know? The Grey Tower Master is incredibly popular."

"That's not what I mean! I'm asking what kind of relationship you have with her! When did you even meet?"

"Meet? It's been a while. Anyway, just deliver it. I'm leaving."

"L-Luan! Luan!"

Deborah called out to stop him, but Luan ignored her coldly and disappeared. She bit her lip as she stared at the recording chip.

"Since when...? There wasn't even the slightest hint..."

It was shocking that she, who maintained close relationships with both of them, had failed to notice anything while they were exchanging videos. More than that, she had no idea how she was supposed to look at her master from now on.

What if her master found out that she and Luan had been intimate? Just imagining her reaction made Deborah's heart pound violently and her mind go completely blank.

Deborah quickly tried to regain her composure.

'Calm down. There's still something I need to check.'

Though the chances were slim, it was possible the video contained strictly business-related content. Rationalizing it that way, Deborah clung to her last shred of hope and headed for the audiovisual room.

She inserted the chip into the player and pressed play. She waited for the screen to appear, but it remained strangely black and unchanged.

"Why isn't it working? Is it broken?"

The moment she leaned in to inspect the player...

─Ahh... Hngh! This is it. Mmm... It feels so good.

An incredibly obscene sound flowed out from the blackened screen.

"T-That's Master's voice, isn't it?"

So Master could make a voice like that! Even as she was shocked by this new discovery, Deborah's face twisted in despair. Just from the sound alone, she could vividly imagine what her master was doing.

If Luan was willing to hand over a video like this, their relationship must already be incredibly deep.

'Should I tell her now?'

Deborah briefly considered revealing the truth. There were no eternal secrets in this world. If her master found out later, after their relationship had progressed even further, the shock would be devastating.

But then another question arose: what good would come from revealing it to everyone?

'That's right. It wouldn't mean anything.'

She had already chosen to understand Luan. There must have been some serious circumstances, which was why he had no choice but to violate her. She could tell from the desperate look on his face during their encounter. His expression hadn't been that of someone lost in lust and enjoying pleasure. It had looked more like he was desperately trying to make her hate him.

Therefore, there was no need to dredge up the past and create a rift between her master and Luan.

Honestly, she wasn't even sure anymore if Luan was truly the terrible person the rumors made him out to be.

"I have to keep it a secret after all."

Since Luan probably didn't want Master to find out about what happened back then either, it was wisest to pretend it had never occurred. Deborah picked up the recording chip.

"Master... I'll cheer for you."

Every time she saw them together, she would be tormented by guilt. But if it meant her master could be happy, she could endure that much.

Time passed, and on the weekend, when Deborah met her master, she handed over the chip.

"Master. Please take this."

"Oh my? How did you end up with this?"

"Luan gave it to me. It seemed like it would be difficult for him to return it himself."

"Hmm... Is that so? Then I suppose I should give him a proper reward. Deborah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do you happen to know what that boy likes?"

"No. I wouldn't know. Don't you know, Master?"

"Me? I don't know either. Hehe! Then I'll have to send him something appropriate. What should I choose, I wonder?"

Deborah gazed at her master, who was lost in thought, with warm eyes.

'I'm glad she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠looks so happy.'