Ending a Fucking Racist with Forced Exposure (1)

"Hey, how dare you do that to Lord Doyeon!"

"……?"

What the hell was this bitch interrupting for? That was my first thought upon seeing the Fleur member who'd been jerking me off earlier pointing at me accusingly. It was pretty hilarious watching her rage without even realizing one of her tits was hanging out.

"H-Hiiik! I'm sorry!"

But the janitor looked utterly terrified. Sure, Fleur was an elite group of the top 5% of students, but this was overkill... What was this familiar vibe?

"…Ah!"

'Like how Miru reacted in front of that delinquent girl?'

I let out a gasp as I pinpointed the source of the déjà vu. Then I immediately opened her settings window.

Yep, the janitor was mana-less, as expected. In this magic-heavy nation of Arcana, mana-less folks get despised. Perfect, I got it.

'You fucking racist bitch. You're done for.'

I crossed my arms with a chilling inner smirk. Time to cook up some recipes for this saggy-tit cunt.

I was licking my lips, imagining all sorts of ways to grill her, when—

"I'll forgive you this once, so don't ever speak to Lord Doyeon so casually again."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Good. Now leave."

"Huh?"

What the? Weren't you about to go full power-trip and discriminate like crazy? What was this drift? Curious, I reached out toward the saggy-tit girl to open the settings window floating above her head.

"Hoo."

So she wasn't a total racist. Rushing to defend the janitor was probably to avoid drama if other Fleur members saw. Okay, saggy-tits survives.

"Don't yell so loud. You're scaring her."

"But Lord Doyeon, that's…"

"More importantly, Isabelle, could you help carry my stuff to my lab?"

I assigned the janitor some errand duty as my assistant. Now even if other Fleur members saw her, they wouldn't dare call out a mana-less nobody chatting up the legendary new professor.

"And Kate."

"……!? How do you know my name?"

"I know everything. Anyway, I have some questions for you too. Come to the lab with me."

I invited saggy-tits along for good measure. Time to dig deeper into the student council and Fleur.

"Gladly…"

"Okay. Skip!"

After confirming their agreement, I rewound game time. My character blinked into the lab.

-Clink.

"Not sure if it'll suit your taste…"

"Sit comfortably. No one here will scorn you for being mana-less."

I patted the spot next to me on the sofa. The janitor, serving tea to me and saggy-tits, flinched at my words.

"……Hiiik!? H-How dare I…"

"It's fine, right, Kate?"

"I-If Professor Doyeon says so…"

"A-Ah… If the great archmage commands it…"

With me and saggy-tits—professor and Fleur member—both insisting, how could she refuse? The janitor sat beside ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me with a super uncomfortable look.

"Professor, why did you call me…?"

Saggy-tits, sitting across, looked tense too. Her stiff nipples poked clearly through her blouse.

'Hmm, did I over-munchkin her settings? She's way too uneasy.'

No choice—time to loosen the mood. I created and cast a skill.

"……Huh?"

"Relax. I mean you no harm."

"E-Even this is your magic…? You can handle any spell."

The mood eased right up. The janitor's trembling hands steadied. Saggy-tits' nipples softened.

'Nice vibe now. Let's get to it.'

"The reason I called you both…"

I simply explained my setup: I'm researching mana-less folks and want to ask questions. They bought the rushed backstory without suspicion.

"I see. Understood."

"How can I help…?"

"First, tell me how mana-less are treated in Arcana."

"Um, I…"

What followed was a raw dump from a sister with a mana-less sibling and the mana-less herself. Long story short:

'Fucking racists everywhere.'

Arcana treats higher mana as higher status. Mana-less get shit on. Overt haters are rare, but casual discrimination happens. Like anti-Asian racism in America.

"Mana-less can't even enter some shops. Like ones on the third floor with no stairs…"

"……."

Scratch that. Worse. Peeking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the dark underbelly of this arcanepunk nation soured my mood.

"I hear Fleur members are especially hostile. You okay with that, Kate?"

I shifted to saggy-tits. Curious about a Fleur member with a mana-less sister.

"I…"

Her answer matched my guess.

"…I even suggested we stop this crap once, but Misha told me to shut up. She says even breathing the same air as mana-less is disgusting."

"Misha?"

"Fleur's top dog and the academy's strongest mage."

"Hoo."

See? Knew the head was rotten. Smelled the racist stink when she bullied the janitor.

'Target locked: Misha, Fleur student council president.'

I noted her down mentally in Gungsuh font, blood-red ink. Salivating already at the thought of fucking up this racist bitch.

'How to crush her.'

Tap, tap. Fingering the table, lost in thought. Revenge fairy, body mods—tons of options, but—

-Pause.

'…No, give her a taste of her own medicine.'

Brainwave hit. Great idea—I reached for the console.

Typing away, I spoke up.

"By the way, Isabelle, what if you could use magic?"

"Ah, I was just about to ask! After meditating like you said, I feel skills improving that I've never learned…"

"What if those who scorned you knelt before your wand?"

"……Huh?"

Janitor flustered.

"Professor, what do you…?"

Same from saggy-tits.

I ignored them.

"What if that Misha lost to a former mana-less?"

A racist discriminator beaten by a mana-less. Ultimate humiliation, but wait:

'Let's crank it up.'

Turn the janitor into an overpowered munchkin mage, have her challenge the president to Endgame Duel, and put on a life-ending show.

Day 3 justice plan.

"Impossible for a mana-less…"

"Possible. I've been researching teaching magic to mana-less."

"Still impossible! Misha's the greatest genius ever!"

"I'm greater."

"No, that's…"

To the flustered janitor, I extended my hand with a smile.

"So say it. You want power. To show those who scorned you."

"……."

Her reaction?

"Y-Yes, I wanna try…!!"

"Okay."

No hesitation. Good girl.

* * *

Then came mod time.

"Eat this."

"Y-Yes!"

First, lemon-flavored pubes for the janitor. Side note: from my crotch-scratchings.

"Th-This is mana…?"

"Heavens, you cured a mana-less! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A miracle!"

"This is just the start."

One more. Created a skill for full modding.

"Split in half and die."

Sliced a level 500 field boss's neck casually.

"Wh-Wh-What…!?"

"Power surging suddenly!!!"

Janitor power-leveled instantly.

"Taught you all basic magic."

"In-Incredible…!! Spells popping into my head!!"

Forced skill injection into her brain. From broom-toting janitor to principal-beater.

'This is plenty, but…'

"A few more traits."

Added extras purely to crush the president.

"Done!"

Shoved the broom into her hands. She'd been marveling at spells; now her eyes sparkled holding it.

"Now…"

"Challenge Misha to Endgame Duel. End the era of mana-less discrimination with your own hands."

"Yes! Got it!"

She bolted from the lab. Saggy-tits, frozen in awe midway, finally spoke.

"C-Can she really win?"

"Of course."

"Misha crushes anyone who talks back… Could be gruesome…"

"It's fine. She's my disciple."

I stood, popcorn ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and cola in hand.

"I'm off."

'Invisibility and spectate time.'

Invisibility and fast travel. Vision blurred; space shifted.

A student was polishing her wand at a desk.

'Hmm, this one's got perky tits begging for a beatdown.'

X-ray vision pierced her clothes—perfect size for torment. I crunched popcorn, waiting.

Soon, janitor burst in.

-Bang.

"Mi-Misha!"

"Oh? What does a mana-less worm want?"

"I-I challenge you to Endgame Duel…!!"

Janitor threw down the gauntlet!

"…Crazy? Or did another mage bully you into it?"

"N-No, that's—"

"Excuses later. I hate inferior trash like you crawling up more than anything."

Misha extended her foot, oblivious to her doom. Just smirked arrogantly.

"Strip naked now, lick my shoes clean, and beg forgiveness—or I won't kill you."

Before the student president, the janitor clutched her wand tight.

Then, in her cute voice, a familiar line flowed out.

"Oh, instant casual speech…?"

Good disciple—nailing the script. Now end this fucking racist.