Insult
Insult
"Hey~ Lunia."
As I was walking with Lady Ehiton, a familiar, unpleasant voice came from behind me.
My mood instantly soured, and when I frowned deeply and turned around, there was a man looking at me with a swaggering, unpleasant smile.
"10 Gold for one night is quite a generous offer."
His name was Gerard Reinhardt.
That's right. He was a descendant of the Reinhardt family, who founded this Magic Academy.
Thanks to this, no matter how much he acted like a scoundrel, the professors within the academy couldn't easily reprimand him, and even if he received punishment, it would only be a light one, like cleaning.
That's why Gerard Reinhardt had been called a scoundrel within the academy.
From his first year, he clearly understood his power and caused trouble everywhere for his greed.
And even if he threw lewd remarks at me right now, outwardly, I was a commoner.
Therefore, it meant there was no problem at all because it wouldn't escalate into a dispute between nobles.
"Get lost. I'm not interested."
"Hehehe, that's right. That's how you should be."
I turned my head again and quickened my pace towards Lady Ehiton.
"Lady Ehiton, let's go quickly."
"Yes, yes..."
With that, I made my displeasure very obvious and ignored Young Master Reinhardt.
Meanwhile, Gerard Reinhardt, known as the scoundrel of the Magic Academy,
was wearing an evil smile.
A month ago, a new student had entered the Magic Academy, which his family operated, under the pretext of transferring.
Since she had no family name, he naturally thought she was a commoner.
Surprisingly, she knew all noble etiquette, and every single one of her actions was incredibly elegant.
Jerad's obsession began there.
A commoner, yet she knew noble etiquette.
That implied one speculation: that one of her parents 'was' a noble, and another: that she might be from an already fallen noble family.
And then there were her beautiful looks, and an unbelievable figure.
And how could her personality be so prim and proud?
To satisfy his lust, Jerad mainly targeted pretty commoner girls who enrolled in this academy.
He seduced women who enrolled for money with money, and commoners who aimed to turn their lives around by marrying a noble could be coaxed into his bed with the lie that he would give them his semen.
Having only targeted such mediocre women, Jerad was starting to need some stimulation.
To the point where, if possible, he wanted to forcibly violate a proud noble Lady.
He wanted to threaten them with their relationship and shatter their pride.
But realistically, such a thing was impossible.
Disputes between noble families are not so peaceful.
Moreover, no matter how much he threatened, it was bound to be discovered someday.
If that happened, noble parents who learned that their daughter had been forcibly violated would somehow seek revenge, and that could lead to a Territory War that would ruin the opposing noble family.
Even if they lost the Territory War, a noble whose honor had been insulted would push through.
Ultimately, it would only be a disadvantage for both sides.
That's why Gerard Reinhardt didn't touch noblewomen.
No, 'couldn't touch' would be the correct answer.
So Jerad had always held back.
Lady Ehiton, or Lady Caroline.
He was dying to see them glare at him as if to kill him, and try to forcibly suppress their moans, if he were to forcibly violate those noble Ladies right now.
But then, Lunia, a woman who caught his eye.
A woman as proud as a noble, and who knew how to be polite.
She didn't seem to need money, nor did she seem like she'd easily give her body up for lust.
How thrilling would it be if he could make such a woman undress herself in front of him?
What kind of reaction would that bitch, who keeps snapping back, have if she were laid beneath him?
"Ah, I'm so looking forward to it."
Jerad walked without bothering to hide his bulging crotch.
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'Ah, damn it.'
Feeling as if I had been covered in filth, I frowned deeply, and Lady Ehiton spoke to me.
"Lunia? Don't pay it any mind."
Lady Ehiton seemed worried that I had been insulted by Young Master Reinhardt, but my actual problem was something else.
Insulted by a noble? Having lewd remarks thrown directly at me?
Honestly, right after possessing this body, I might have overreacted, but now, it didn't bother me at all.
After all, no matter how much they flirted, they wouldn't even be able to touch a single hair on my head.
Rather, a sense of patheticness and superiority coexisted each time it happened.
If you ask why I'm so irritated then, it's because my body gets aroused every time I hear such insults.
You might think I'm just angry, but I can assure you that's absolutely not it.
Even now, my mind was endlessly cold and rational, but only my body was heating up.
It's not that I feel strange, though.
To explain a similar situation, it's like when someone tells you, "From now on, you will become conscious of swallowing your saliva."
When a person hears that, even if they want to ignore it, they unconsciously become aware of swallowing their saliva every time—it was exactly that feeling.
It's really nothing, but I become unnecessarily conscious of it.
It's a situation where I get annoyed at myself for becoming conscious of such a trivial thing.
So, naturally, my nerves were frayed, and irritation couldn't help but surge.
'Ah, how annoying...'
There wasn't just one or two annoying things.
One of the things I've been keenly feeling recently was that my body was gradually becoming strange.
The first thing I noticed was that my emotional sensitivity had become too thin.
When I see a cat, it's cute, and when I eat something sweet, I feel good.
If the weather is gloomy, my mood also becomes gloomy.
Even if I didn't want to feel it, I couldn't help but feel my mood change drastically.
Perhaps female hormones must be having some kind of effect on my body.
I couldn't think of it any other way. There was simply nothing else to find as a reason.
And the second thing is, I can't come.
...That is, to release my pent-up sexual desire, I masturbate once a week.
To get straight to the point, my sexual desire is resolved.
As I poked with my fingers, massaged my breasts, and passionately caressed myself, my swollen sexual desire slowly dissipated.
But the problem was that it dissipated slowly.
Normally, when you masturbate, there's usually a climax.
In the case of men, when they reach their limit, semen comes out and their erection subsides.
In the case of women, it varies from person to person, but there are symptoms such as arousal fluid being secreted, or them squirting, or their pelvis trembling.
And when those symptoms occur, it should be normal for sexual desire to be resolved all at once, like air deflating from a balloon, but my body wasn't like that.
No matter how much I stimulated my clitoris, pinched my nipples, or poked my vagina with my fingers, I couldn't come.
It was as if someone was holding the opening of a balloon at an angle, and my sexual desire began to dissipate very slowly, over a long period.
Since my sexual desire was resolved anyway, there wasn't much of a problem.
The important thing, however, was that the more I masturbated, the more rapidly my masturbation time increased, which was the real issue.
Now, a month later, after three masturbation sessions, my masturbation time had reached almost an hour.
In other words, it meant that even after caressing and grinding for an hour, I couldn't come.
I do have a rough guess.
That time.
When I fainted in the Trap-type Dungeon, the line I heard in my dream, along with Mari's evil smile.
'...If it's not rape, I can't come, she said?'
Of course, that couldn't be true.
Not being able to come unless it's rape.
Even a prostitute who loves sex wouldn't have such a tendency.
What I can think of right now is that it must be difficult to climax unless there's a stimulating element like rape.
Dreams often appear based on one's physical condition.
Even nightmares people experience, like 'sleep paralysis,' are said to be caused by muscle rigidity when a person sleeps, not by actual ghosts.
The expression might be a little different, but it's clearly a similar context to how men, after masturbating for a long time, seek out more explicit and stronger stimulation.
'Haa, how did I end up with a body like this, really...'
So, since I was already annoyed by not being able to climax, and Jerad Reinhardt kept getting under my skin, it was only natural that I'd feel bad.
Still, there was nothing I could do about it.
It's not like anyone's going to cheer me up either.
By the way, even if Jerad was a child of the Reinhardt family, the fact that he was so brazen as to act like such a scoundrel to this extent bothered me a little.
Even if he was a child of a noble family, isn't it a bit strange for his parents to just stand by and watch?
Nobles usually value honor so much that they would stake their lives on it, so it should be natural.
They wouldn't stand by and watch their child do something that would tarnish their honor.
Yet, Jerad not only threw lewd remarks at me but also shamelessly threw flirtatious glances and insulting remarks at other women without hesitation.
'Something's fishy...'
Perhaps, there really is a way to... do something to me...
'...Ugh.'
—Creak.
"Ahem, ahem. Let's begin the class."
The professor, who had opened the classroom door and entered, announced the start of class.