Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Basketball Match, 5.6-2: Akatsuki's Student Guidance
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"Alright, split into teams of five on each side."
Akatsuki-sensei's words prompted us to rock-paper-scissors our way into groups.
Rock for the guys!
The other team had Yuuki, Nanami, and Satomi.
Ours included Reika and her bully trio crew.
"This is totally..."
"Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, huh."
"We're Gryffindor?"
"Obviously we're Slytherin!"
"With Naibusu on our team, we're locked in as the villains."
"No way!"
I'm innocent here.
I'm the walking embodiment of a good guy.
If we're Slytherin, we're the ones who lose unfairly due to biased refs.
And somehow, the bully trio was embracing their Slytherin role with self-deprecating jokes.
You lot have actual sins to own up to, but me? I'm spotless!
So why treat me like the axis of evil?!
"It's unfair with a guy, so Naibusu, no shooting."
"What? So I just pass?"
"Exactly."
Is this Slytherin's fate?
No one objected to Nanami's biased call.
Justice is dead in this world.
But honestly, I wasn't that bothered. I was planning to slack off anyway.
This boring class just got even more boring.
"Game on!"
-Tweet.
Akatsuki-sensei blew the whistle and tossed the ball into the air.
Jump ball to decide possession.
Yuuki and I leaped at the same time.
I jumped half-assed, but Yuuki went full throttle and snagged it.
Thwack—the ball hit her hand and went to her side.
"Yuuki! That's cheating!"
"Naibusu! Step it up!"
Reika's nagging came from behind.
Tch. Just try harder, huh?
"Guhehe. Gimme the ball."
I charged at Satomi from the other team, who had just grabbed it.
"Eek!"
Spooked, Satomi squeezed her eyes shut and flung the ball wildly.
Yuuki swooped in quick, caught it, dashed to the hoop, and nailed a layup.
First basket: Yuuki, looking cool as ever.
"Yuuki! Nice!"
"So awesome!"
Protagonist material through and through.
Even as a girl, she aces everything. Handles the ball like a pro.
Basketball was never my thing—too finesse. I'd rather boot it around in soccer.
"Hey, Yuuki. How come you're not banned from shooting?"
"'Cause I'm a girl?"
She flashed a smug grin.
Tch. Only girly when it suits you.
"Naibusu! Quit nitpicking!"
"If we lose, you're buying drinks!"
"What? It's just one point."
Reika snapped, fuming.
"I was on the basketball team! I can't lose a practice game to total newbies!"
"Oh yeah, now that you mention it."
Reika's rune was aim-related, boosting accuracy. I'd heard she dominated hoops thanks to it.
Isn't that straight-up doping? We cool with that?
"Heheng!"
"Hmph."
Nanami smirked past Reika, who was snorting like a bull.
That taunt poured fuel on Reika's fire.
"Naibusu! We can't lose to Nanami!"
"Sure, I'll give it a shot."
Are these two friends or rivals? Hard to tell.
"You guys too! Let's go!"
"Uh, yeah."
"F-Fight on."
The other teammates shrank under Reika's burning competitive spirit.
The ones who'd joined Yuuki in bullying me before were still cowed since then.
Yuuki forgave them, I wasn't holding grudges—live and let live.
To show goodwill, I slung my arms around their shoulders buddy-style.
"Relax, I'm not gonna eat you."
"Hiiik!"
"S-Sorry!"
But they startled like gazelles spotting a lion in a puddle.
Hmm. Did I go too hard with the threats back then?
Reika, the worst offender, strutted around all high and mighty.
"Naibusu! No sexual harassment!"
"Huh?"
Nanami hit me with a random warning.
I let go, and they bolted to the other side like escapees.
"Sexual harassment? It was a team pep talk."
"Banned anyway!"
Unfair. Just shoulder bumps.
Fine. Focus on the game.
"Naibusu! Catch!"
Grabbed the pass from Reika.
Bounce, bounce—dribbling toward their side.
"Eek!"
"Stay back!"
Their team scattered instead of defending.
I breezed past to the hoop, Yuuki screening me.
But no shooting for me.
"Reika."
Passed to Reika trailing behind, with Yuuki in front.
"Hoop."
She lobbed it easy from beyond the three-point line.
Pretty arc on that basketball.
-Swish.
Straight through the rim, clean.
"Ooh, not bad."
"Reika, nice shot!"
"We took the lead!"
"Heheng!"
Reika preened, nose in the air.
One point each, but a lead's a lead.
"No sweat, game's just starting."
Nanami seemed to be captain over there, bouncing the ball and rallying her team.
"Yuuki, catch!"
Telegraphed pass—basically begging for a steal?
"Yap."
"Ah."
Intercepted it mid-flight.
"Anyone, take it!"
Whoosh—I hurled it toward their hoop.
-Thud.
Bounced off the backboard; Bully #1 snagged the rebound.
"Hya!"
Jump shot right under the basket.
Miss—rim out. Bully #2 grabbed it and put it in.
"Nice! 5-2!"
Bully #1 and #2 high-fived, ecstatic.
"Nice shot!"
"N-Nice shot."
I sidled up for a sneaky high-five.
#2 hesitated but slapped it.
Heh. Let's be pals from now on.
"Naibusu. No shooting, remember."
"That was a pass."
"No lob passes either."
"Tch."
Restrictions piling up.
My fault for the loophole.
Opponent's turn.
I half-assed defense, loitering near the hoop.
"Yap!"
Nanami's layup—no, dunk?
-Thud.
Insane vertical—she slammed it home.
A tiny girl dunking? Nanami part black or what?
"Ooh! Nanami!"
"You're too cool, Nanami!"
"Hahaha! How's that?"
"Hmph. Dunk's still two points."
Their team cheered Nanami; Reika sniped back.
Reika, petty much?
"Alright, let's go again. We're still ahead."
Under Reika's lead, we attacked.
I dribbled lazily, drove half-heartedly, passed casually.
Most of our points came from Reika—her rune made shots unstoppable unless blocked.
"Naibusu. Go easy."
"I am."
Score hit 18-10 quick.
Yuuki and Nanami fought hard, but marking Yuuki let Reika rain threes unanswered.
"T-Teacher. I can't run anymore."
Satomi bailed midway, panting.
Less stamina, more guilt over the blowout—she fumbled every touch.
"I'll sub in then."
Akatsuki-sensei replaced her.
Balance now?
"Yuuki. Ignore Naibusu—he can't shoot anyway. Just block Reika."
"Got it."
Game heated up—both sides serious.
Only casual player: me.
Tch. Boring.
Their offense: Akatsuki driving baseline.
Curvy, so her chest jiggles on jumps.
Ooh. Triple basketball dribble!
Say it aloud? Harassment flag.
"Yap."
Stepped in front to defend.
"Hmph."
-Thump.
She shouldered my chest.
But then...
"Whoa?"
"Ah!"
Stumbled—I fell back; she slipped forward.
-Crash.
We tangled and hit the floor.
"Ow ow. You okay, Sensei?"
"Y-Yeah. Fine... ah."
Somehow I foresaw the weird fall.
"Eek?!"
We were in a bizarre pose.
Me flat on my back; her straddling atop, hands on my chest, hips mashed tight.
Girl-on-top position vibes.
"Eek... haa...!"
And... Akatsuki-sensei started grinding her hips subtly.
Squishy sensation between my legs.
Stop moving! Freeze! Something's surging!
"Beep! Naibusu! Sexual harassment foul! Two free throws!"
Nanami mimicked a whistle.
"No, that was an accident..."
Am I the victim here? I'm the one pinned!
"Can't argue with harassment."
"Knew Naibusu'd screw up."
"One more harassment and you're out, Naibusu."
Even my team bought it.
Unfair.
"Heh."
-Swish.
Her free throws swished clean.
Ball back our way.
I blocked Yuuki under the hoop; Reika drove behind.
-Smack.
"Ah!"
"Eek!"
Reika and Nanami collided right in front of me, tumbling.
"Whoops."
I reached out, catching both.
-Crash!
"Phew. You good? Nanami, Reika."
What a mess.
Caught 'em before they ate floor—good. But grip? Bad.
My arms scooped them, hands landing square on their chests.
Ahh. Damn. Misunderstanding incoming.
If I'm doomed anyway, might as well enjoy guilt-free.
Squeeze squeeze.
Mmm... nice.
"Kyaa!"
"Pervert Naibusu!"
"Here of all places..."
"Naibusu again?"
"Eject Naibusu!"
Everyone chimed in.
"Wait! Pure accident—who wouldn't catch 'em?"
Pleading fell on deaf ears.
Even my team's bullies glared.
Unbelievable. No more bullies in this class, right?
"Wahhh. Naibusu, too much."
"Now I'll never marry."
...Nanami, Reika.
Yeah, I groped a bit.
But you lured me before? Did worse?
How can you—
『Even if you wanna grope, not in front of everyone! Idiot Naibusu!』
『Now I have to marry Naibusu! Take responsibility!』
These girls...
"Naibusu..."
Yuuki eyed me with complicated vibes.
...Yuuki. Not you too?
Betraying me for the girls' side?!
"Yuuki. Don't fall. Won't catch you."
"You know my Aegis shrugs off hard falls."
"Kuh. Right."
-Tweet.
"Naibusu, you're out."
"Eh?"
Akatsuki-sensei ejected me.
"Knew Naibusu'd blow it."
"Called it."
"Told you—Slytherin."
No objections.
Felt like the world abandoned me.
──After my ejection.
Yuuki and Akatsuki-sensei bombarded our hoop.
Reika and the bullies fought valiantly, but numbers won.
Final: 23-22 loss.
"Cheers to Naibusu!"
"Won thanks to Naibusu."
"Lost 'cause of Naibusu today—but not next time!"
"Victory drinks taste sweet when someone else pays."
I got villain-of-the-defeat treatment and had to buy sodas—including Akatsuki-sensei's.
"Kuh... infuriating!"
Swallowed my rage like a defeated baddie.
No allies in this class.
"N-Naibusu, cheer up! I know you're not like that."
Satomi alone cheered me.
"Satomi...!"
Her kindness pierced deep.
Being sweet when I'm down...
Gonna fall for her.
"Satomi!"
"Kyaa!"
Princess-carried her.
"Eek! Naibusu! Put me down!"
"Hahaha!"
Tossing and catching her solo drew the crowd.
"What're you doing to Satomi?!"
"Put Satomi down!"
"Pervert! Beast!"
"Hahaha!"
"Kyaa!"
Even Satomi ditched me after.
Unfair.
EP.5.6-2. Akatsuki-sensei's Student Guidance
「Class 2-A student Naibusu Winzer! Report to the Student Director's office immediately!」
To the Student Director's office! Office. Office...
Akatsuki-sensei's voice echoed over the classroom speakers like a haunting refrain.
"What? Naibusu, what'd you do now?"
Nanami, perched on my desk, smirked.
Since Akane's gone, Nanami's taken her class-clown spot.
"No clue."
Nothing to sweat besides offing a few rapists—with permission.
"Hurry back. Don't wanna deal with spinster hysterics."
"Hmph."
Snorted at "spinster hysterics."
Akatsuki's sexy-teacher rebrand thrilled us guys, but girls hated it.
Nanami's jab felt like shade—conscious or not.
"Eh, I'll see. Got nothing to hide."
"Come back safe. Don't say dumb stuff and get reamed."
Left with Nanami's send-off.
Wonder what's up. Hate pointless scoldings.
-Knock knock.
"Naibusu Winzer."
『He came!』
-Clatter crash!
This Mind Rune ping: Akatsuki-sensei?
...What's going on in there?
Waited puzzled; her voice came.
"Ahem. Come in."
"Pardon the intrusion."
Opened the door to... Akatsuki-sensei's ass greeting me.
...Ass?
Blue bloomers for morning PE, but now class-free: sexy-teacher suit.
"It has to be around here somewhere~."
She rummaged the bottom shelf in amateur theater-mumble, ass up.
Head down, hips high—short skirt hiked dangerously.
"...Akatsuki-sensei?"
"One sec, Naibusu. Looking for something."
Wiggled while pretending to search.
Black stockings to mid-thigh, garter belt peeking, miniskirt revealing black panties.
PE teacher, so often gym wear—but off-hours? AV-level sexy-teacher getup.
Rebrand success, but overkill? Academy's got conservatives.
Not complaining.
Feast my eyes guilt-free.
『He's staring... at my ass...!』
Well, yeah—it's there.
Doing this for me?
Why?
『What if he pounces? Aaah! Pinned by his manly strength! Can't escape even if I resist! But I'm a teacher—I must guide students right!』
...What're you doing solo?
Listening via Mind Rune to her ass-view, bafflement grew.
"Naibusu, have a seat. Gotta find this thing."
"Uh, sure."
Plopped on the central sofa, prime ass-view angle on purpose.
『Aaah, still staring. Naibusu wants me too...! But teacher-student—we're doomed!』
Her delusions pierced the atmosphere.
Mount 'cause it's there—like climbing mountains.
No deeper meaning.
She thought otherwise.
"Sigh. Where'd I put it? Can't find it."
Stood abruptly, obvious mutter.
Fixed her disheveled teacher suit.
Pulled up loose stockings on slim thighs, readjusted garter clips.
Tugged down hiked skirt.
Every move lewdly hypnotic—couldn't look away.
"...Lose something?"
"...Something like that."
Forced Q&A to hide awkwardness.
"Ahem. Naibusu. Know why I called you?"
-Click clack.
Crisp heels as she sat opposite.
"No idea."
Sofa sank under plush ass.
Sitting, thighs and skirt formed a devilish triangle.
Couldn't peel eyes off it.
"Aware of the recent incidents around school?"
"Yeah."
Of course—my handiwork.
I nodded; she straightened seriously.
Left leg over right.
Super-vision caught black panty flash.
"Officially accidents or transfers, but really student council summary executions for sex crimes, right?"
"Uh, yeah..."
I'm President's Guard under council.
Odd not to know.
"Naibusu, you're the last guy in 2-A, so watch your behavior..."
Froze mid-sentence—gaze on my hand atop the table.
"...Akatsuki-sensei?"
"Ah... s-so, be mindful too. Few guys left... don't get dragged into trouble."
I'd been scratching ear; her eyes followed my hand up.
Her reaction amused me.
Scratched head, picked nose, patted knee.
Her gaze trailed every move.
What? Nothing on my hand.
"...Before you touch other girls..."
"Pardon?"
Missed—daydreaming.
Did she say before I grope others?
"Sensei. What do you take me for? I'm not that guy."
"Am I? Sex criminals all say that."
She smirked softly.
Maddening.
Who offs those criminals?!
Me, pure-love devotee mocking purity?!
"Your thoughts don't matter. Student affairs ruled it."
"How..."
Japan's student rights crushed me again.
"As Student Director overseeing guidance, I'll manage your sex crime prevention—your ejaculation supervisor."
"...Come again?"
Ejaculation supervisor.
E-ja-cu-la-tion su-per-vi-sor.
...Heard right?
"...Isn't that weird?"
"What's weird?"
She counter-questioned like I was nuts.
Forgot momentarily.
This world's a trash rape-game.
"2-A's only guy now. Other classes? No takers for mystery 2-A where guys drop dead or turn girl. You're it awhile."
Uncrosed legs, stood.
-Click clack.
Vivid heels as she slid beside me.
Sofa dipped plushly.
"One guy amid girls. Sex crime inevitable."
What inevitable?!
What am I?!
"Managing that guy's urges? Director's duty."
Her breath tickled my ear; I shivered.
"Or unhappy with me? Could swap to Naiad Winzer-sensei."
"That's...!"
My sister!
Impossible!
"No need to tense. Just handling buildup before it bursts."
"Eek...!"
Red nails grazed my cheek.
Days ago, strict as nails—now every gesture erotic.
Walking porn.
"Akatsuki-sensei..."
Nails trailed jaw, neck, chest, navel-down.
"Relax. Medical procedure for prevention. Once weekly, come release semen. Builds up dangerous."
Really?
Am I a ticking rapist if left alone?
Self-loathing hit as Mind Rune pinged.
『Haa haa, Naibusu, that finger, hurry with the finger...!』
Finger?
Lifted hand; her gaze followed.
Up, she up; down, she down.
Pulled back bait-hand.
"Sensei, drug aftereffects still...?"
Words cut short.
"Whoa?!"
She lunged at my withdrawn finger, tackling me.
"Sensei! Akatsuki-sensei!"
"Haa, haa, quick, that hand to me...!"
Eyes wild—drug-addict vibe.
"Snap out of it!"
"Haa, Naibusu, aaah... hurry..."
Grinding atop me lewdly.
Her body caressed mine fully.
Breasts to face, thighs pinning arms/sides.
Like using my whole body as a masturbation toy.
Mature perfume wafted.
"Aaah, aaaah..."
Dangerous.
Offered finger to her mouth.
"Mmph, slurp, smooch, lick lick..."
Aftereffects confirmed.
She sucked/licked like before.
I endured ticklishness, brainstorming fixes.
Classic mana addiction.
Body remembers potent mana healing as drug-like bliss.
Fixed one addiction, spawned another.
"Lick, slurrrp, haa, why, lick, slurp..."
No blood from my fingers now.
Not emergency—mana-drinking unsafe casually.
Feed blood? Full addiction.
"Snap out, Akatsuki-sensei."
Best cure: overwrite mana pleasure with another.
Primal human bliss: sexual.
"Look at this finger."
Showed opposite hand.
Slowly lowered to her thigh.
"Aaah!"
Light stroke drew melted moan.
Stroked up, flipped skirt.
Her glimpsed panties fully exposed.
Black panties, stockings, garters—full black set.
"Akatsuki-sensei. This is treatment."
Hand to panty-center, dampening mound.
"Nghk!"
She shuddered.
But no wild groping.
『Akatsuki-sensei. Suck finger, I'll touch.』
Flinch—she startled at Mind Rune.
Got it, resumed sucking.
"Lick, lick, slurrrp."
Matched rhythm, caressed her mound over panties.
Circle, circle.
Rub woman's most sensitive spot through fabric.
"Nnghaaa—?!"
Aroused body amplifies pleasure x-fold.
Overwhelmed, she quivered.
Finger fixation: mana-rich blood source then.
Memory blurred by drugs: 'sucking finger = mana'.
Sync caress to overwrite: sex pleasure, not mana.
Aphrodisiac out via mana; mana out via lewd acts.
Hope no new addiction—masturbate it off.
"Aaah, aaang, lick, slurrrp, slurp, haang, aaang, lick..."
Suck = caress; moan-pause = I pause.
Suck again = resume; pause = halt.
Repeated: her orgasm crashed.
"Haaaa, lick, lick, aaa, aaaaaaah—!!"
Back-arched on sofa, hips bucking wildly.
Released finger, screamed ecstasy.
"Aaaahhng, hnnngh!!"
Voice boomed—audible outside?
Clapped hand over mouth.
"Hnnngh, hnnnngh..."
Wave subsided quick.
Flopping like beached fish, she calmed, relaxed.
Sweaty face serene, no prior frenzy.
"Haa~."
I sighed, cold sweat.
What chaos.
Fixed her clothes, lamented my fate.
She grinned dreamily—good dream?
Moments later.
I sat recovered Akatsuki-sensei, lecturing.
"Akatsuki-sensei."
"...Yes."
"You risk sex crimes on students. Come to me weekly to vent urges. Got it?"
"............Yes."
She bowed shamefaced.
Roles fully reversed.
...Feels off, but.
Treatment, so fine.
Probably.