Knee Pillow
The dorm room was quiet except for the occasional groan of pain.
“Ow, ow, ow…!”
“Please don’t move. The patch will fall off.”
Jinwoo twitched every few seconds, letting out a miserable little whimper, while Ryushia carefully pressed pain-relief patches across his battered back.
“There. All done.”
“Th-thanks, Sia.”
“Hehe, it’s nothing.”
His back was a mess of bruises, muscle strain, and shallow cuts—a combination of the injuries from that first gate ambush and the fresh wounds he’d picked up climbing the tower.
“Would you like Elia to heal you instead?”
“That’s… maybe not.”
The Saint did possess healing skills, but after seeing what had happened when Arkhis naively asked for treatment, Jinwoo shook his head.
Crack!
“Kyahhh?!”
He knew exactly what kind of “treatment” that berserker doled out.
Was that even healing?
“Then… would you like to use my lap? This body is softer than it looks. It should be quite comfortable.”
“…Huh?”
Pat, pat.
Ryushia knelt gracefully and gave her thigh a couple of inviting taps, as if to say lie down right here. She genuinely wanted to be even a little bit useful to him.
“Gulp…”
Jinwoo’s breath hitched at the defenseless invitation.
The black knee socks stretched tight, revealing flashes of pale skin. At the hem, soft flesh spilled over just enough to look dangerously inviting.
And those thighs—plump, velvety, impossibly soft. If he let his gaze drift just a little higher, he could see the gentle curve of her lower belly, wrapped snugly in that high-leg leotard.
The material clung so tightly that the delicate line of her navel stood out in sharp relief.
“Go on, lie down. I’ll clean your ears while I’m at it.”
Ryushia smiled gently at the dazed boy and produced an ear pick. Before her possession, she used to clean her little siblings’ ears all the time, so the gesture came naturally.
“U-um… okay.”
Jinwoo answered as if under a spell and carefully rested his head on her lap.
Huk…
Warm, gentle pressure enveloped the side of his head.
Soft, clean body scent. Plush, marshmallow-like skin. The combination was turning his male brain to mush.
Th-thighs… heaven…
“There we go~ Just relax. I’ll clean them nice and thoroughly.”
Ryushia whispered in a sweet, soothing voice and began cleaning his ear with careful, precise strokes.
Swish.
Scrape.
Scratch, scratch.
She moved the tool gently, never once hurting him, yet meticulously removing every trace of wax.
“Whoa…”
The sensation was dizzying, almost perversely pleasurable.
This was the same person who usually spouted vulgar jokes and chaotic nonsense, yet right now she was tenderly scratching an itch he didn’t even know he had. She cleaned his ears perfectly while her soft thighs cradled his head like the world’s most comfortable pillow.
And on top of that…
Those… massive breasts…
The enormous, mind-melting mounds pressed softly against the other side of his head. Because they were so large, simply lowering his head had caused them to rest naturally against him.
One side: breasts. Other side: thighs.
A devastating two-pronged attack designed to drive any man insane.
“Oh my, they’ve gotten quite clean.”
Her gentle voice rang in his ear, melting his mind even further.
Th-thigh heaven… what is happening…
Surrounded on all sides by heavenly softness, Jinwoo felt his brain regressing to infancy.
“Now the other side!”
“Th-thighhh…”
He obediently turned his face as instructed.
…?!
The moment he shifted position, an even more dangerous sensation overwhelmed him.
The soft underside of her breast pressed down harder than before, and now her navel was directly in front of his nose.
“Mm, just a little deeper.”
Press.
“Hngh?!”
Ryushia pushed the back of his head gently but firmly, burying his nose straight into her belly.
A sweet-tart grape scent flooded his senses, shooting straight to his brain.
Wow…
The high-leg leotard failed to fully conceal the shape of her pubic bone, which now filled his vision. The area just above her crotch pressed directly against his nose.
“W-wait a second—”
“Stay still~”
This was seriously dangerous.
The unmistakably feminine, intimate fragrance was far too stimulating.
“Guh.”
The shy young man couldn’t endure it any longer. Jinwoo passed out on the spot.
“Hm?”
Having finished cleaning both ears, Ryushia looked down at the soundly sleeping boy.
His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady. He really did seem exhausted.
“Hehe. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? Rest well.”
Stroke.
Feeling a pang of sympathy, she smiled softly and brushed his hair.
Mommy…
Completely unaware of what kind of dream he was having.
“Hey, you two understand what your mission is, right?”
“…Destroy.”
“Heh heh heh. So we just have to fight the strongest one, correct?”
“No, you senile old bat. We’re retrieving test subject Ryushia, eliminating key figures like the Saint and the professor, and effectively neutralizing the academy. Once those students and teachers are half-dead, there won’t be anyone left who can stand in our way.”
Redanis neutral zone branch.
There, a pink-haired magical girl stood facing two men.
“Smash…”
The three-meter-tall giant with purple skin on the left was a giant from the Demon Realm.
Within Redanis, he held the rank of Ninth Finger.
Alias: Tarkan the Crusher.
“Hohoho… My days are numbered. Like the final flare of a dying candle, I shall shine brightly one last time.”
“What the hell are you even saying, you old fossil? Anyway, I’m coming too, got it?”
When the rather shabby-looking old man revealed his pure white pupils and chuckled, Emily let out a long sigh.
The old man held the lowest seat— Tenth Finger.
Alias: Arhan the Swift Blade.
“Worry not. I do not die so easily.”
“Who the hell was worried about you?”
Compared to Tarkan, the old man was positively frail. Deep wrinkles covered his face, and his belly skin clung so tightly to his ribs it looked translucent. His thin shoulders and weak-sounding laughter hinted that he didn’t have much time left.
“Gramps, stop talking like you’re about to kick the bucket already. And you! Muscle-brain! I told you to brush your teeth! Where’s the bag I told you to pack?”
“…None.”
“Oh my god, you absolute idiot! Are you trying to starve to death on the way?”
Whack! Whack!
“…Hurts.”
“Good! I hit you so it would hurt, you moron!”
Emily furiously smacked the giant’s broad back while he wore a dopey expression.
“Heh heh. Lady Emily, the more I watch you, the more you resemble a mother.”
“Mother…”
“Why the hell would I be your mom, you crazy bastard?”
The magical girl recoiled in horror at Tarkan’s muttering and spat out a curse.
“…I saw your heroic exploits in my youth. You truly were a beautiful, radiant meteor shower.”
“Shut up.”
When the old man reminisced with a nostalgic tone, Emily replied with lifeless eyes.
“My mistake. That story is a sensitive subject for you.”
“It’s fine. Whatever. Haah… I need a cigarette.”
Arhan offered a simple apology. Emily pulled out a pack of cigarettes with a complicated expression.
“Mom. Fire.”
“Yeah, yeah, you rotten child.”
Tarkan casually handed her a lighter as if it were routine. The pink-haired girl naturally placed a cigarette between her lips.
“…Don’t die.”
““Confirmed.””
Fwoosh!
With those final words from Emily, the trio moved out at high speed.
Whooo…
A light breeze stirred in their wake. The smoke from the cigarette held in her small hand wavered.
“Ryushia. My hope… and the child of my sins…”
She stood there alone, quietly exhaling smoke.
“Alright, this is the new student joining our class. Iflata? Please introduce yourself.”
“Hello! My name is Iflata and I’m a virgin who’s never been used once!”
“…”
The moment Professor Vajina saw Iflata, her head began to throb. She clutched it with both hands.
“Never mind. Just sit next to Student Arkhis over there.”
“The two of them have similar intelligence. They’ll make a perfect pair.”
“…”
Elia crossed her arms and laughed. The silver-haired noble girl, mocked by the Saint, made a face like she had bitten into something foul.
“Miss Arkhis? Please take good care of Iflata. She’ll be our main long-range dealer from now on.”
“But… I…”
“A woman talking back?”
“F-fine, I’ll do it…”
On top of that, Ryushia had personally asked her to look after the new girl. Arkhis found the entire situation extremely uncomfortable.
Ever since that squinty-eyed woman showed up, her once-perfect academy life had gone straight to hell.
She used to rule as an untouchable bully princess. Now she was reduced to an errand girl who also had to babysit an idiot.
“Hello~”
“U-um… hi.”
Still, the red-haired mage was rather cute, so the disgust was slightly lessened.
Well, she was an elite. Handling something like this was no big deal…
“Hey! Hey! I have a question!”
“What is it?”
Iflata immediately fired off her first question at the quietly seated noble girl.
What could she possibly be curious about? My name? My family?
“How are babies made? Storks are an endangered species these days, right?”
“Ugh.”
The completely out-of-left-field question left Arkhis speechless.
“Um… well… a man and a woman meet and… they mate…”
“A woman and a woman can’t? You can’t make babies?”
She had tried to give a vague answer, but what exactly was this kid asking?
Realizing this was going nowhere, the noble girl looked around desperately for help.
“…Zzz.”
Ryushia was asleep.
“How does this even work?”
Elia was completely focused on the lecture about the principles of magic power.
“…Ahem.”
Jinwoo was sweating bullets, desperately pretending not to notice what was happening.
Oh? You’re just going to dump this on me?
“Ask that guy for the details. He’s a man who plants the seed himself, so he should know very well.”
“?!”
Arkhis happily passed the buck.
“Really? Your name’s Jinwoo, right! Want to make a baby with me?! Mom won’t teach me and the textbook is super vague, so I don’t really get it!”
“What.”
Iflata’s clear, innocent eyes sparkled as she dropped that bombshell.
“Impure man…”
Elia, who had been studying, turned to Jinwoo with an icy expression.
“Mister Jinwoo?”
Ryushia wore a subtle smile and quietly gave him a thumbs-up.
“So it was a farm. Still, I respect people’s tastes. I’m glad to see you’re a man who gets the job done when it counts.”
“N-no, that’s not—?!”
“No, no. There’s no need to deny it. Iflata is quite adorable… It’s not strange at all to fall for her charm…”
“I’m telling you it’s not true?!”
“Jinwoo?! Are we making a baby or not?”
Even as Iflata continued her lethal assault, Ryushia wore a somewhat proud smile.
When they first met, he had seemed like a complete pushover. But it turned out he had quite the ambition—liking a girl who was much younger and smaller than himself.
“I-I… I like big breasts…”
“Huk.”
When Jinwoo finally mustered the courage to confess his preference, Ryushia’s eyes flew open and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Oh my… I have devoted my body to God… This is rather awkward…”
“That’s not what I—”
When Elia suddenly blushed and fidgeted, Jinwoo shook his head desperately.
What the hell was this situation?
“Huk! Don’t tell me… Professor Lamia—?!”
“Are you trying to set everything on fire?!”
Ryushia shouted as if she had just realized something, her eyes full of mischief. Jinwoo raised his hand to flick her forehead.
“Mom? Why Mom? Are we going to make a baby with Mom together?”
“I was wrong. Please just spare my life.”
The boy’s head spun from the follow-up blow delivered by Iflata.
“By any chance, is your surname Jo? Perhaps you belong to the Jo clan association or something…”
“You. Come here.”
Bam!
Unable to take it anymore, he smacked Ryushia hard on the crown of her head.
“Kyaa?! That hurts…!”
She rubbed the sore spot, eyes watering slightly. Honestly, the way she sulked was kind of cute. He thought she looked a little tempting like that.
Looking at her, Jinwoo muttered an inner thought that no one else could hear.
I wonder what kind of reaction you’d show if I said my type is you…
He made a silent vow that one day he would tell her exactly that.