Chapter 946
Chapter 946
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 946
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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Crack! The aged wooden floorboards couldn't withstand the sudden impact and shattered into splinters. I plummeted straight through the ceiling. Fortunately, the heavy piano got wedged between the support beams and didn't follow me down to crush me.
I hit the floor below, but instead of hard wood, I felt a familiar, intoxicating softness. Instinctively, I knew—this was the sensation of a ripe, supple woman's body. As I pieced the situation together in my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a low groan.
"Urgh..."
As I flailed my arms to steady myself, my right hand kneaded an elastic, firm breast, while my left found its way to a shapely ass.
"Ahng..."
A lewd moan rang out in the quiet room. The identity of the woman pinned beneath me was obvious. It was the newly appointed teacher, Kalles. My member hardened even further, poking insistently at her lower abdomen through our clothes.
'I wonder what a dark elf feels like...'
The thought alone was enough to send a jolt of excitement through me. Would those springy vaginal walls clamp down on my dick with the same intensity as her combat movements?
"We... we can't do this here..." Kalles whispered. Despite her soft, breathy voice, there was an odd strength in her tone. My mind snapped to attention. Raping and fucking a teacher like Kalles right now was a high-risk move. My instincts were screaming at me to play the long game, and I always trusted my gut.
"Urgh... S-sorry, Teacher," I said, stumbling as I stood up and pretending to be dazed from the fall.
"It's fine. Did you... spot the evil spirit upstairs?"
"Yes, I did. It’s pretty aggressive."
"I see. But why are your pants...?"
"They got caught and ripped while I was fighting that thing."
Kalles stared piercingly at the thick, unmistakable bulge in my pants. I slowly adjusted my clothing, not bothering to hide the pride in my stature. It was pure instinct to show off to a beauty like her.
Just to be sure, I checked her status.
Even after being groped so brazenly, her favorability hadn't dropped—it had actually risen. That confirmed my suspicion. Kalles wasn't some naive maiden; she was a woman who knew exactly what she liked.
'A little more effort and I’ll have her screaming my name.'
But first, I needed to check my surroundings. We were in a room filled with towering bookshelves and stacks of ancient documents.
"Teacher Kalles, where are we?"
"The Archive Room. There are some incredibly rare materials here—basic spirit arts, and even documents on the high-grade spirits of Korea. It’s a goldmine."
"You can sort through this later," I said, cutting her off. "Dealing with the ghost comes first."
"Right... I suppose so. I can organize these later..."
"Actually, Teacher, you stay here and guard the archives. I'll handle the ghost with Senior Namgung Hwa-yeon."
If Kalles tagged along, it would definitely cramp my style when I found that 'Virgin Ghost' again. Better to do the dirty work alone.
"Are you sure? It just knocked you through a floor."
"Look at me. I’m unscathed." I stepped forward and thumped my chest confidently. Kalles's eyes trailed down my frame, a faint smile curving her lips.
I reached out and brushed her cheek. Her brown skin was as soft and smooth as silk. "...What was that for?" she asked.
"You had a bit of dust right there."
"Oh? Thanks. There’s far too much dust in this place..." She reached out and playfully fiddled with my ear. "Dust on my ear too?" I asked with a smirk. "No," she replied. "Your ear is just... cute."
I pulled away before things got too heated. There would be time for that later. I was the only spirit user student, and she was the only teacher. Fate was going to shove us together whether we liked it or not.
I headed back to the second floor. The blood that had been dripping from the ceiling was gone. I entered the music room; the grand piano was still sprawled over the hole in the floor.
'The ghost is gone. It probably moved up to the third floor... maybe Hwa-yeon caught it.'
I climbed to the third floor, but the hallway was undulating and shifting like a living organism. It was enough to make a normal person motion sick. I checked the classrooms, but found nothing until I hit the very last room on the hall.
"...!!"
There was Namgung Hwa-yeon. She was wedged waist-deep in the outer wall, unable to move. A total case of déjà vu—she always seemed to get stuck in walls.
"...That presence. Is that you, Sung Yu-jin?" her voice muffled from the other side of the wall.
I licked my lips. Her short skirt was hiked up, revealing her gorgeous thighs and a tantalizing glimpse of white lace. "Y-yeah, it's me."
"How embarrassing... the spirit got the jump on me."
"Are you hurt?"
"No pain. But it feels like a curse has completely drained my strength. Staring at the forest outside isn't the worst way to spend an afternoon, I suppose."
I approached her slowly. Seeing her defenseless and wedged in the wall made my dick pulse. I wanted to touch those soft thighs more than anything. "Senior, let me pull you out."
"No! Don't touch me! My body is wedged in a structural weak point. If you pull too hard, you might collapse this entire wing of the building. We need to chip the wall away slowly. Just... go deal with the spirit first. It fled to the fourth floor."
"O-okay."
Just as I was about to back off, I spotted a small, wriggling beetle in the corner. A brilliant, sadistic idea flashed in my mind. In the game, Hwa-yeon had a legendary phobia of bugs.
I snatched the bug up and tossed it right onto her exposed thigh.
"Eeeeek?!"
"S-Senior?! What's wrong?"
Her reaction was even better than I’d hoped. Her legs began to thrash wildly. Without the curse, she probably would have kicked the wall down. "A bug! A bug! It's on me! Get it off! Get it off!!"
"Hold on, Senior! Let me catch it!"
I grabbed her plump thigh, the skin felt even better than it looked. "Senior! Stop moving! I can't catch it if you keep kicking!"
"Hurry! Eeeeek!" She was in a total state of panic, and that was exactly my opening.
I subtly hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them aside. In her frantic state, she didn't notice a thing.
'So this is the Guidance Chief's view.'
Lush black curls and a deep, inviting pink slit. I took a long, satisfying look before letting the lace snap back into place and grabbing the bug. "Got it, Senior!"
Her legs went limp instantly. "Kill it! Make sure it's dead!"
"Already done," I said, stomping the beetle into the floorboards. "...Well done. I apologize for showing you such an unseemly side of myself."
"I won't tell a soul, Senior. Everyone has a weakness."
I didn't want to ruin the progress I’d made with her yet. "I’m heading to the fourth floor now."
The 'Virgin Ghost' was waiting for me in the hallway. But she wasn't in her mourning clothes anymore. Instead, she was possessing a medical-grade human anatomy model from the science lab. My Spirit Eye and Heavenly Eye pierced right through the possession, seeing her translucent, beautiful form overlaid on the plastic organs.
"You're finally here," she hissed, the model's plastic jaw clicking. "Teasing intruders is usually my hobby, but you... you're a psycho. You need to die."
She raised a plastic hand, which now gripped a razor-sharp kitchen knife from the cafeteria. "You think a piece of cutlery is going to kill me?" I asked.
"I have more than just a knife."
Pale, blood-soaked hands began to emerge from the floor and ceiling, reaching for my ankles. Crackle! Blue lightning erupted from my skin, electrocuting the spectral limbs. The ghost's face twisted in rage.
"...How about this? Strangle yourself."
Suddenly, my own hands flew to my throat, gripping tight. She smiled, thinking she’d won. I simply walked toward her, ignoring the 'mind control.'
"D-don't come any closer! Stop!"
She tried to flee, but I was faster. I surged my mana and grabbed the plastic model, pinning it against the wall. "Got you at last. Ready to cross over?"
I whipped my member out. She stared in disbelief. "...My body is plastic and wire now. You can't fuck me. And I’m not releasing the possession. Ever!" She giggled, mocking me.
I looked at the model, then at the ghost's form. Crack! I shattered the model's wrist, making the ghost grimace in phantom pain.
"I have a better idea." I pulled a high-end onahole from my inventory and jammed it between the model's legs with brute force.
"Y-you crazy bastard...!" she screamed. The knife flew at me through the air, but I caught the blade in my teeth, my jaw strength shattering the steel.
"Pussy setup complete. Dick loaded."
I pressed my glans against the silicone entrance. Strangely, the device felt warm, responding to her spirit energy. "Stop! Don't! You madman! Aaaah!"
I shoved all the way in. I felt the resistance of a hymen—virgin blood actually began to leak from the device. The ghost went limp, her will breaking. The insides of the onahole began to writhe and pulse like real flesh. To my eyes, I was buried deep inside the Virgin Ghost's real pussy.
"Kek. So this is what a ghost's virginity feels like. Not bad."
Hot, spectral juices began to coat my shaft. I began to pound into the model with everything I had. "Does it feel good, you slut? You’re lucky. You’ve never seen a monster like mine. Now... ASCEND!"
"Haang, haaaaaang! Th-this can't be...!!"
As I reached my climax and flooded the device with my seed, her moans suddenly cut off. I looked down. The model was just a hollow shell again, the plastic organs staring back at me.
"Fuck! She actually left!" I recoiled in annoyance. The onahole was overflowing with my cum, but the ghost had vanished the moment she crossed the peak.
"Fucking bitch, ascending without a word! You ruined the mood!" My erection deflated instantly. I kicked the model's head across the hall.
Still, I guess the building was officially exorcised now.