Academy's Savior
Squeeze.
Mocha's will flowed into me.
I shook off the sleep clinging to my consciousness and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Choi Dayeon's sleeping face. She had her arms locked around my shoulders and her legs coiled around my lower half, my erect cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. When I focused on the sensation, the shapes of her pussy and asshole pressed against me with raw, unmistakable clarity.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
That was close. I almost did something irreversible.
In my sleep, I could have accidentally taken Choi Dayeon's virginity. Or she could have climbed on top of me and graduated from it herself.
Fortunately, neither had happened.
I ran my hand over her naked body. The skin under my palm was warm and soft. Even the scent of her was good. The breasts molded against my chest, the large and springy ass, the narrow and curving waist—all of it turned me on.
Damn it. After what I said yesterday, I can't be the one to ask for sex first…
My cock stiffened. Her pussy twitched in response. Choi Dayeon's long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyelids opened.
Our eyes met.
Her pupils wavered with flustered confusion. Before she could do anything, I pulled her into my arms.
"……."
"……."
In the quiet silence, Choi Dayeon closed her eyes.
Squeeze!
Mocha's discontented voice rang through my head, annoyed at being ignored.
What Mocha wanted to tell me was about the evil spirit. I had ordered her to keep it restrained, but the spirit had slipped away the moment Mocha let her guard down. I hadn't taken proper measures myself, so I had no intention of blaming her.
Besides, I was planning to let the evil spirit go free eventually anyway.
Shin Na-ri needed that spirit.
I decided to go back to sleep.
After classes, an uninvited guest arrived at the Spiritology Department.
She was a middle-aged woman in a brightly colored hanbok, with a short bob and red horn-rimmed glasses. She was short, and her expression looked thoroughly severe.
I knew her.
She was the only character in the academy who wore a hanbok—impossible to forget even if you wanted to.
Go Hyeonsuk, head teacher of the Curse Arts Department.
The Curse Arts Department. In the academy's early days its prestige had outstripped even the Magic Department, but as magic became the global mainstream over time, curse arts had steadily fallen behind. Even so, it remained a mid-sized major with a respectable following of its own.
"Teacher Go Hyeonsuk. What brings you to the Spiritology Department?"
Callas asked. Her voice carried a faintly hostile edge. Come to think of it, neither of them had exchanged greetings. They clearly didn't get along.
"I'll be direct. Send student Shin Na-ri to the Curse Arts Department. A Spiritology Department that's only just been reopened can't handle her. Evil spirits and elemental spirits are entirely different beings to begin with."
So her target was Shin Na-ri. There was no other reason for her to come to Spiritology in person.
And everything she said was so correct it was hard to argue against.
"Teacher Go Hyeonsuk. You seem to be under a misconception. I didn't drag Na-ri into Spiritology against her will. Na-ri chose Spiritology herself."
"And you expect me to believe that? Common sense says student Shin Na-ri has not a single reason to choose Spiritology."
Go Hyeonsuk was right. Everything connected to Shin Na-ri—the curses, the evil spirit—belonged to the domain of curse arts. What she was overlooking, though, was Shin Na-ri herself. Shin Na-ri was not a creature of common sense.
"I recommended Curse Arts to Na-ri several times myself. But she chose Spiritology. I respect her choice. If you intend to take her by force… I won't stand by and watch."
"I have no intention of taking her by force. I'll persuade student Shin Na-ri and take her with me."
Go Hyeonsuk approached Shin Na-ri, who sat with a vacant expression. Callas stood behind her with her arms crossed, watching. Her eyes were not kind. The moment Go Hyeonsuk turned even slightly coercive, she looked ready to intervene.
"Student Shin Na-ri."
"Yes."
"The Spiritology Department does not suit you. Your abilities and disposition belong in Curse Arts. Come to Curse Arts. I'll help you for the sake of your future. I've prepared a curriculum specifically for you. If you apply yourself in Curse Arts… by the time you graduate from the academy, you'll be able to handle curses."
"I… like Spiritology."
"…Student Shin Na-ri. Think carefully. Your major at the academy is more important than anything. Your future depends on it. There is nothing you can learn in Spiritology."
"I still like Spiritology."
Shin Na-ri spoke with flat finality.
Go Hyeonsuk's face twisted. She glared at Callas. Callas did not look away, standing firm. Of course, Callas herself had no idea why Shin Na-ri was so fixated on Spiritology either.
Go Hyeonsuk kept trying to persuade her after that. Specialized curse-arts terminology poured out of her mouth—explanations of the correlation between curses and evil spirits that were hard to follow. But Shin Na-ri did not waver at a single word.
"Haa…"
Go Hyeonsuk sighed and gave up. She snapped her head around to look at Callas.
"…Teacher Callas. Speak with me alone for a moment."
"No matter what you say, I will respect Na-ri's will. The academy is a place that respects a student's will."
"This isn't about that."
Go Hyeonsuk and Callas left the classroom and went into a meeting room.
Only Shin Na-ri and I remained in the lecture hall.
Spirit Eye
My pupils turned gold, and things that should have been invisible began to appear. I confirmed the evil spirit clinging to Shin Na-ri's back—the same one that had clawed my neck last night. It bared sharp teeth and nails, threatening me.
To anyone else it might have been intimidating. To a spirit user like me, it wasn't threatening in the slightest.
"Sunbae. Look at my pussy."
"Sure."
Shin Na-ri hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties aside without the slightest change in expression. That cute little pussy came into view again. I touched it while using Erogenous Amplification. Warm. Soft.
Erogenous Amplification
"…Nn…"
Shin Na-ri worked her lips and furrowed her brow. I kept touching her pussy.
Kyaaaaaaaaaah!
The evil spirit went into a frenzy, screaming at me to stop at once. I deactivated Spirit Eye. The spirit vanished from sight, and its voice cut off with it.
"Sunbae. I looked into you on my own, you know."
"Hnn…? Yeah…"
"But there were some gaps. I need information about you."
"Information about me…?"
"Yes. Tell me about your life."
"Alright."
Shin Na-ri told me about herself. She said that when she was very young she had been abandoned by her parents and sent to an orphanage. She had been too little to remember any of it herself—she was only repeating what the orphanage director had told her.
After that she had attended a school managed by the Hero Association and enrolled in the academy. Along the way, the evil spirit and the curse attached to her had caused harm to people around her.
Shin Na-ri finished her entire life story in three minutes. Three minutes. That alone said everything about how dry and empty she considered her own existence.
"Sunbae, how much do you know about your parents?"
"I don't even know their names."
Squelch.
Fluid welled from Shin Na-ri's pussy. Her body twitched. I kept stroking her.
"I actually found out more about you than you know about yourself."
The investigation was a lie. The setting materials for Academy's Savior laid out her background in detail.
"Is that so?"
Shin Na-ri answered as if it barely mattered.
"I'll start with why your parents abandoned you. You were a test subject."
"A test subject…?"
"Yes. A test subject in an experiment to turn humans into cursed objects. The experiment began while you were still in the womb, and it ended the moment you were born."
"…So it failed."
"Yes. If it had succeeded, they wouldn't have dumped you in an orphanage. But that was their opinion. It wasn't actually a failure. You grew stronger as you got older. If those parents could see you now, they'd beat the ground in regret."
"……."
"Your parents died three months after abandoning you. The cause of death was suicide. According to people around them, they muttered to themselves a lot. There were also a lot of wounds that looked like they'd been carved into their own bodies. The police ruled it self-harm, not assault."
"……Self-harm. Mental breakdown. Did the evil spirit do it?"
"Who knows. I don't know that either. But when did the evil spirit start tormenting you?"
"I don't know. From when I was very little… the evil spirit was always stuck to me."
"Sunbae. Your family was fairly well-known in the curse arts world. As curse arts declined over the last few decades, your family declined with it. The experiment to turn humans into cursed objects—you weren't the first."
"I see. Then is the evil spirit by my side… my family?"
"You already had a feeling?"
"Vaguely. Sometimes it felt like the spirit was protecting me. Mom… no?"
"The evil spirit's true identity is your mother's younger sister. Your aunt."
"……."
Shin Na-ri's gaze drifted to the side. I activated Spirit Eye again. She and the evil spirit were staring straight at each other. The atmosphere between them was strangely charged.
"Thank you for protecting me, Auntie."
"……."
The evil spirit carefully moved its hand and stroked Shin Na-ri's hair.
A cursed object.
A vessel of curse.
What happens when a human becomes one? Even breathing alone spews curse into the surroundings. Even a faint curse affects ordinary people—worsening their condition, stacking fatigue faster. Fortunately, with the Hero Association's help, she had grown up relatively smoothly on that front.
The real problem lay elsewhere.
A living cursed object. Even standing still, it radiates impure energy—of course stray spirits would flock to it. The only reason Shin Na-ri had survived this long without falling prey to lesser spirits was because an evil spirit far beyond their league had been attached to her. That spirit had protected her from the moment of her birth until now. And the one who killed her parents was that same evil spirit.
"Since I've told you what the evil spirit is, I'll tell you how to handle it too. It's not hard. You just have to ask it. You're its precious niece—it'll grant most requests."
"I see…. Why didn't I realize it until now."
"There's a reason they say the darkest place is under the lamp. When something is too close, you stop seeing it."
"Yeah. …But how long are you going to keep touching my pussy?"
"What, you don't like it?"
"I'm fine… but Auntie hates it. She wants to kill you."
"If she can kill me, she's welcome to try."
The evil spirit reached a hand toward me. I deactivated Spirit Eye. For an evil spirit, the difference between being seen and unseen is enormous.
"…Something feels weird…. Like I need to pee… nngh…"
Shin Na-ri's body trembled in little jolts.
"You felt it yesterday too, right? That's what coming is. When you come, say you're coming."
"Coming…? Coming…!"
Her lower body convulsed. Pussy juice spurted out in a rush. I pressed her clit with fingers still slick with her fluids, pushing down again and again.