Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Another Dilemma Arises
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I've got another worry.
Scarlet Magic Women's University.
The main stage of the game Scarlet Fantasia, and the most prestigious school in the entire world.
Getting in is harder than snatching stars from the sky, but graduate safely and your social success is guaranteed.
It's a place where young ladies from chaebol families and elite houses flock, earning it the nickname "ladies' academy."
Of course, all that has nothing to do with me.
To me, this place was nothing short of a hell swarming with death.
No, scratch that. It used to be.
Up until yesterday, I was tormented by the death looming ahead, but now things are different.
In this life full of obstacles, I've found a way to survive by leveraging my unique advantage.
By completely claiming the bodies and hearts of the women who will threaten my life in the future.
And the first step was yesterday's meeting with Teacher Michelle.
Recalling her moans and the softness of her bare skin made me feel like I was about to get hard.
"Hoo..."
I took deep breaths, trying to shift my thoughts elsewhere.
Right now, I was on my way from the dorm to school.
My dick was already big enough to cause trouble on a normal day—what a disaster if it stiffened up.
Luckily, no one was around me at the moment.
The other girls heading to class were keeping a polite distance.
As the only guy in school, it was only natural I'd be treated like an outcast.
These young ladies, raised sheltered with little experience around men, harbored a subtle wariness toward me whether they realized it or not.
Still, it was just a bit of distance—no one actually harmed me.
They were simply cautious around the unknown.
But that girl was different.
The blonde student stepping out of the luxury limousine parked at the school gate.
Selena spotted me and unleashed a barrage of insults, always itching for a fight.
I quickened my pace, hoping to slip through the gate unnoticed.
"Ian Drakhin."
Her eyesight must be incredible—she called out to me sharply.
"What's this? You look a bit lively today. Makes me even more annoyed."
"Why? Again?"
"Again? Guess you hate me talking to you. If it's such a bother, why not drop out?"
Selena thrust her chest forward with that arrogant expression, her uniform buttons on the verge of popping.
God, I wanted to put her in her place with my dick right there—but of course, laws and police exist in this world too.
"No more to say? I'm going."
"Wait. You think I'm joking? I'm saying a shady guy like you with unclear origins doesn't belong in this school."
She's so persistent.
But arguing more would be pointless.
As I turned to leave, another voice chimed in.
"Young Lady, it's time to go."
Her name was Dania—expressionless but polite as she bowed her head.
Selena's butler and classmate, she attended school with her mistress, always at her side.
Even for a chaebol daughter, having a butler at school felt odd, but this was a game world—don't forget that.
Dania's unique trait was dressing in a men's suit instead of the uniform despite being a woman, her hair neatly tied back.
That look made her popular with the other girls, from what I'd heard.
She was pretty enough in the original game; she could've dolled up and fit right in.
None of that mattered to me anyway—I was just grateful she'd stopped Selena for now.
"Hmph. I hope to hear about your dropout soon. Let's go, Dania."
"Yes, Young Lady."
As mistress and butler departed, the gathered students dispersed too.
There were pitying glances, curious ones, various looks aimed my way—but not a single one judging Selena harshly.
She was kind to the other students, which kept her reputation high. That was one of her infuriating traits.
Someday, I'd love a chance to put that arrogant girl in her place.
Purely hypothetical, though. Right now, I had urgent business.
Before I knew it, a smile crept onto my lips at the thought of seeing Teacher Michelle.
Classes had all ended for the day.
I headed to Teacher Michelle's private office.
To continue yesterday's business—I'd scheduled a private meeting in advance.
"You're here."
She tried to act casual as I entered.
But her flushed ears gave her away.
She couldn't help but think back to yesterday.
"W-What do you need?"
Pretending ignorance, yet avoiding my eyes.
She'd acted normal during morning roll call and classes, but alone together, it was harder.
"Thank you so much for helping yesterday. But..."
Without hesitation, I pulled out my erect dick.
"Now, whenever I think of you, it gets like this."
"Oh my..."
A tamer reaction than yesterday.
But her eyes were still glued to my dick.
"It's making daily life impossible."
"No way..."
"If you do like yesterday, it'll ease up."
"...No. This isn't right between teacher and student. Yesterday was my mistake."
"You solved my problem yesterday. No ulterior motives at all."
"W-Well, that's true, but..."
She trailed off, head bowed.
Torn between her desire to help a student and the guilt of abandoning her teacherly duty.
And surely, mixed in was the urge to feel that pleasure once more.
So I gave her an excuse she could rationalize.
"I thought you were amazing. Going that far for a student."
"...Really?"
"Yes. A teacher who spares no effort of her body for her students—that's a true teacher."
"..."
She fell into thought again.
"Coming to this school, I had no outlet for my urges. It was unbearable—I couldn't even sleep properly. But thanks to you yesterday, I slept like a baby."
A lie.
In the dorm, I'd jerked off countless times fantasizing about her naked body.
"You're the only one who can help me."
The hesitant teacher finally spoke.
"...Okay. I'll help."
"Thank you."
"But this is just a teacher helping a struggling student. Got it?"
"Yes."
"And nothing more. No insertion or anything."
"Of course."
Another lie.
Not right now, but eventually, I'd go all the way.
"Th-Then let's finish quick."
Without me asking, she started undressing.
Panties down would've sufficed, but I didn't say a word.
No reason to refuse watching the pure teacher from class bare herself willingly before me.
"Turn around, please."
"Mm..."
Her snowy white back and slender waist.
Sideboob peeking out.
And those plump, round cheeks.
Every inch drew my gaze.
I applied lube gel I'd brought generously to my dick.
No foreplay this time, so lubricant was essential.
Once coated, I slid between her thighs without pause, groping her breasts as I moved.
"Hng... You're groping my breasts too?"
"Sorry. Your breasts are just too beautiful, Teacher."
"I-It's... fine. You touched them yesterday anyway. Ahh."
The feel of her breasts wrapping around my fingers.
The softness of her labia gliding over the top of my shaft.
It drove me wild, speeding up my hips.
"Haht! Mm! Hng... Hot! So intense..."
Shampoo scent wafted from her red hair.
I inhaled deeply.
"Wait... Hngt! Don't smell me... Ah!"
"Your scent is so good, Teacher."
"Th-That's embarrassing... Haht!"
Her strength gave out; she braced on the desk ahead, bending forward.
I leaned in too, kneading her breasts while relentlessly thrusting my hips.
"This feels just like real sex."
"Hng, hht! Ut! Haaang. This is just a teacher helping her student."
"Of course. You're helping a needy student with your whole body."
"Mm... Because I'm your teacher, uhng."
Even as she said it, her juices flowed below.
Hard to tell if it was lube or her arousal coating my dick now.
I pistoned faster, whispering in her ear.
"Your body is so lewd, Teacher."
"D-Don't say that..."
Each forward thrust met her soft ass.
"Truth is, I masturbated to your naked body yesterday."
"M-Masturbating in dorms or school is forbidden for disrupting morals. Ahang."
Her breasts squeezed, pussy rubbing—saying that was funny and cute.
"But if I didn't, the arousal would've been unbearable."
"Still... school rules."
"Then what we're doing now breaks the rules too, right? Rubbing a student's dick on a teacher's pussy—that disrupts morals."
"This is because you said you were suffering, so no choice..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Our genitals played lewd music with her juices as instrument.
"For something unavoidable, you seem to be enjoying it too, Teacher."
"B-Because it's your first time with something like this... Uhng. And your huge thing keeps rubbing there... Haa♥"
I moved my hips even faster.
"Aang, ah! Ah! Haaang!"
"No issue then. This is just you helping a student, and feeling good in the process is unavoidable."
"Mm, yeah."
"No problem, so I can rely on you whenever I need, right? To follow the rules, no choice."
"Haht! Ahng! Haaang! Mm... Y-Yeah, no choice, so Teacher will help♥"
Her eyes were half-lidded in response.
My own urge to cum surged; I couldn't hold back.
Pistoning intensified, her moans grew louder.
"Ah! Haaang! Ah!"
"Teacher! I'm about to cum!"
"Haht, hngt... Mm♥"
I released without hesitation.
Her hips trembled lightly as she followed.
Legs giving out, she raised her arms, wrapping around my neck and hanging on.
"Felt good, Teacher."
"Haa, haa..."
Her panting eyes fixed on my still-hard dick.
"Sorry. Once isn't enough."
"...Seems that way."
That day, I came two more times in the same spot.
I wanted more, but she was exhausted, so I stopped there.
After that, our arrangement continued.
After classes, I'd visit her office; she'd show reluctance but ultimately undress.
As time passed, "helping her student" became routine—even before morning roll call, I'd drop by.
A few pseudo-sex sessions daily, and she seemed to grow accustomed to it.
Ten days flew by.
Today, after classes, we were in her office again.
Teacher Michelle sprawled naked on the sofa, breathing raggedly.
Two loads already, but far from enough for me.
"Teacher, you okay?"
"Mm... Fine. You still need more, Ian?"
Fully acclimated, she adjusted her position herself.
Even at this stage, she refused penetration.
But that iron wall ended today.
The phase of mere acclimation to pleasure was long past.
She'd say no for teacherly duty, but curiosity for new sensations must be at its peak inside.
Today was the day to tease that curiosity into explosion.
"This time, I want to do it on the bed."
"B-Bed?"
Her office had a bed.
Hidden by curtains—I'd only noticed yesterday.
Probably for teachers' rest, one per office.
"...Okay."
Shyly, she parted the curtains.
A queen-size bed with pink covers.
Private offices and queen beds per teacher—this was the pinnacle academy, financial excess in every detail.
"W-We really doing it here?"
"Yes. Much more comfortable for you too, Teacher."
"True, but..."
The bed changed the vibe entirely from standing or sofa.
I stripped naked, following her onto the bed.
Her eyes widened.
She'd seen me nude plenty, but I'd never fully stripped before.
"Y-You must work out."
"Yes."
Truth was, I'd hit the gym hard to survive brutal game dev life.
It stuck; even in-game, I exercised in the dorm.
I didn't mind her eyes lingering on my toned muscles.
I climbed on, approaching her.
"Lie down, please."
Blushing, she reclined.
Her full breasts spread sideways from gravity yet held shape—pure eroticism.
I spread her legs wide.
Perfect missionary setup.
Her plump outer labia hid a clenched pussy; reason nearly snapped.
But I couldn't ruin all progress with one rash moment.
Instead, I rubbed the base of my shaft against her slit.
"Teacher..."
"Mm, hht... Hng."
She let out pleasurable moans.
Her pussy was soaked, gliding effortlessly over me.
"Your pussy feels amazing, Teacher."
"Haaang... Feels good for Teacher too..."
At some point, she stopped hiding her enjoyment.
The "helping student" excuse remained, though.
"Thanks to you, I've adapted to school."
"Hngt... G-Good."
"But I've got another worry."
"Aaang, hht... W-What is it?"
Her angelic face moaned in pleasure yet eyed me worriedly.
I thrust diligently, speaking seriously.
"I want to have real sex with you, Teacher."