We've Been Found Out (3)

"Selena."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry about the day before yesterday."

"No. I… liked it."

"It was too much, though, wasn't it?"

The aftermath had left her sleeping the entire ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠next day, after all.

"And a student should watch her language."

"Ah. I'm so sorryyy."

"That's because you're comfortable enough around me to talk like that, right?"

"Yes."

I barely managed to claw my composure back. Selena had no idea—under the desk, I was fully hard.

She seemed not to have expected a rejection. Face flushed crimson, she floundered, then finally seized the vacuum cleaner standing against one wall.

"I'll clean."

"Clean? No, no. It's fine."

"I have to do something before I go."

"It's really fine. You have Service Club work too. You can rest first."

"Eh?"

"Or should I brew some tea?"

"No. I'll brew it for you."

Her determined energy was so formidable I had no choice but to nod.

"Then, could I leave it to you?"

"Yes. That's what the Service Club is for."

Smiling bashfully, she started making tea as naturally as if she were in her own home—even though I'd never told her where the black tea was kept.

Had she mapped the whole place while cleaning?

More to the point: that thing floating around Selena's head…

Being able to check status windows and manipulate them—did that mean I could leverage a game-like training system?

I quietly rose and peered over Selena's shoulder.

Ascension Available, it said.

Without thinking, I reached out and touched it. A gentle light flared like a flashbang.

It was the ascension sequence.

Good thing I'd known what to expect. If I hadn't…

"Teacher Sion?"

Once the light settled, the room gradually came back into focus—and with it, Selena, standing right in front of me and fidgeting.

Her eyes were wide with something like anticipation. For a moment I wanted to kiss her, but instead I awkwardly settled the hand still hovering above her head onto her silver crown.

"Eh? Teacher Sion??"

"You're a good girl."

"Ah."

The eyes that had been staring up at me slowly dropped. She was embarrassed enough that even her ears had gone red.

Was this kind of thing awkward for Selena?

I'd only ended up stroking her head by chance, but her suddenly meek, docile reaction was so lovely I found myself falling for it without realizing.

The soft hair against my palm seemed to grow warm, so I quietly pulled away. Selena clutched the top of her head and plopped down onto the floor.

"Selena? What's wrong?"

Startled, I crouched and studied her face.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what expression I'm supposed to make."

"Did it feel bad?"

"Not at all. It made me feel really safe."

"I'm sorry. For suddenly touching you like that."

"Um, Teacher Sion."

"Hm?"

"May I ask you to do that again from time to time?"

More than when she said vulgar things, the quiet way she clung to me made my heart drop. I nodded without thinking.

I helped the bashfully smiling Selena to her feet. She seemed to lean on me more than necessary, but anyway.

I caught a glimpse of her favorability: MAX. The ceiling appeared to be 500.

The ascension had gone smoothly—it now read R+. Her stats had risen dramatically. Skill enhancement was available as well.

And… an exclusive weapon? Had there been something like that?

The game had shut down after a single day. Including the beta test, I'd only gotten to play for eight days total.

Being transmigrated into this state with so little knowledge felt rather unfair.

"By the way, where did you learn to say things like that?"

"Pffft!?"

"No, I mean—I was curious. You didn't seem like the type to talk that way."

"I've disappointed you."

"No, no. I was just surprised."

"Actually, a friend lends me doujinshi."

"What? Doujinshi?"

She bashfully nodded, caressing the teacup.

"Yes. I don't really know about those things. I learned from those."

Looking at her matter-of-fact expression, my thoughts briefly stalled. What on earth had they taught earnest Selena, and how?

I resolved to meet this so-called friend soon. I couldn't let Selena get dyed any redder. Honestly, it was kind of hot, though.

"I see. But those are fantasy."

"Huh? They were set in the modern day."

"People don't usually go that far."

"Then… how do you seduce someone?"

Seduce!?

"I don't really know either. Just ask them, or say you're in the mood, or something like that?"

"I want to do it with Teacher Sion♡"

"What."

"I just say that, right?"

"Uh. That should work."

"Next time I'll try it more normally."

There's a next time?

"Anyway! There's something I want to ask."

"Yes, please ask me anything."

"Do you have any real combat experience?"

"Teacher Sion was my first♡"

"Ah, sorry. That… came out wrong. I meant missions."

"Ah. If it's missions… no. I don't have any experience."

"I see. You said it was hard because you couldn't get dispatched on missions, right?"

"That's right. But it's okay. Because Teacher Sion encourages me."

"What if you could shine on missions? How would that feel?"

"No. With my current ability…"

"Even so. Haven't you improved a bit under my guidance?"

Beside her blank, dumbfounded face staring up at me, her one and only skill quietly floated into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠view.

If this was the level at R+, then I just needed to push her to S-rank and make her stronger. The method, though…

Ascending to R+ required twenty Memory Fragments. I hadn't obtained any separately, but as far as I roughly remembered, the number of times I'd thrust into Selena while going at it all day was about twenty.

So… did one Memory Fragment accumulate each time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we did it?

Ascending to S-rank required fifty Memory Fragments. So far we'd done it twenty times, plus six more—meaning I still needed twenty-four more rounds.

"Um, Teacher Sion?"

"Ah, sorry. I was thinking about something. Anyway, what do you say? I'm thinking of training you until you're ready for real combat."

"Thank you, Teacher Sion. You're so busy, and still offering to guide me…"

"I just want things to go well for you, Selena."

She suddenly welled up and hung her head. Tears began dripping onto the table, so I hurriedly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her.

Perhaps because my sincerity had gotten through. She cried as if relieved. Watching her sniffle and sob made my heart ache.

In other words, it meant no one had believed in Selena.

Even if there had been someone, the risk of dying once she went out was so high they must have deliberately held back out of consideration—because the current Selena was weak compared to everyone else.

Several days had passed since I started training Selena. Even though she must have been exhausted juggling Service Club work on top of it, I was grateful she kept up so cheerfully.

We built basic stamina, grew her strength, and practiced throwing balls to hone the precision of her ability.

Her throwing form had gotten decent, and her control had stabilized. Still, she hadn't fully relaxed yet, so I wondered how she'd fare in actual combat.

I had my own thoughts about that, so I set it aside for now.

Right now, we were—

"Haaat♡ Ah♡ Aaaht♡"

Having ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sex.

I'd gone to the Service Club and requested their services. When I said I'd come on Selena's introduction, they smiled and asked if I wanted Selena.

When I said that would be great, a contract was drawn up for daily cleaning and meal service. Payment would be transferred to an account.

I was glad I could see Selena every day for sure. And even gladder that the meals she made with her own hands were delicious.

But then, quite shamelessly, when the workday ended and it was time to leave, she would quietly approach and sit on my lap.

Like a cat keeping its daily routine. She'd softly press her lips to mine and whisper sweetly in my ear.

I want to do it.

At first, in the bathroom.

"Teacher Sion♡ Nngh-aah♡ There♡ It feels so good thereee♡"

Then on the bed reserved for night duty.

"I'm coming♡ Euhht♡ I think I'm going to cummm♡"

Sometimes on the chair, too. On the sofa as well. The office where I was supposed to work now felt more like a motel room.

"Nngh-haaaht♡♡♡"

When I deliberately prodded her weak spots, she sprayed her juices freely—dirtying the floor she'd worked so hard to clean all over again.

When I asked if that was okay, she'd answer, "Because I can come again tomorrow♡"

Once she came once, she became so sensitive that she climaxed over and over until I finished. Every time, the way she clamped down was no joke.

Trembling in my arms, her body twitching. When I was gazing steadily at her thoroughly undone face, she shifted her hazy pupils to look at me.

"Kiss♡ me, please♡"

"Alright."

Doing it two or three times a day, reaching fifty times would come soon enough. The problem was that my cock, like Pavlov's dog, started perking up the moment quitting time arrived.

I pinned Selena against the wall. Gripping her plump ass, I thrust my hips in—almost lifting her off the ground to fuck her.

"Hik♡ Mmmp♡ Khik♡"

The way she desperately tangled her tongue with mine was adorable. I liked how she tried not to come, insisting she couldn't serve her teacher like this.

"Puh-haat♡"

"You have an awful lot of weak spots, Selena."

"Nngh♡ Don't tease♡ Hik♡ me♡"

When I pressed firmly against her cervix, she shuddered and clenched hard. The hot, slick flesh felt so good I would have regretted not cumming inside her hard enough to impregnate her.

There was a separate reason I kept creampieing her bare without worry. When the act was for the purpose of ascension, contraception seemed to apply automatically.

Watching her hang onto my neck, breathing hard, I kissed her again.

At the same time, Selena's moans intensified. She was about to climax once more.

I ground my cock violently against the hot flesh squeezing me tight. I was about to come, too.

"Euh-geuk♡ Hnnnngh♡♡♡"

As Selena's body shook with convulsions and I finally unloaded the load I'd been holding back—

Click. A shutter sound rang out.