Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Can I Sleep Over at Teacher's House?
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Can I sleep over at Teacher's house?
Ever since entering the game Scarlet Fantasia, I'd been living with constant worries hanging over me.
How was it even possible to enter the game?
Why did something like this have to happen to me of all people?
How was I supposed to survive from here on out?
At first, those worries made my head feel like it was going to explode.
These days, though? It felt downright refreshing by comparison.
My main preoccupation now was figuring out what kind of sex to have with Teacher Michelle.
That didn't mean all my serious concerns had vanished from my mind, though.
I'd found a way to survive, sure—but the questions still lingered.
I pulled out my phone and opened the possessed magic tab.
This spell was one of those lingering questions.
I'd been in charge of map and skill effect programming during development, so I didn't know every detail of the game.
Even so, this magic felt utterly alien.
For starters, the character I'd possessed was created by my ex-girlfriend—the director Gu Hyejin—infused with her resentment toward me.
She'd deliberately rigged it to die in every route, so wasn't it weird that she'd give it a skill actually helpful for survival?
No matter how much I mulled it over, I couldn't come up with an answer.
I couldn't shake the anxiety that there was something beyond the surface—something I didn't know about.
As I wrestled with those doubts, yet another question cropped up.
It had been a full day since I'd had penetrative sex with Teacher Michelle for the first time yesterday.
All classes were over, and it was end-of-day homeroom.
I returned to my seat holding the single sheet of paper Teacher Michelle had given me.
At the top, it read "Magic Aptitude Test Results."
Magic aptitude was an indicator of one's talent for different types of magic.
In game terms, characters consumed less mana and dealt more damage with spells matching their aptitude—essentially boosting proficiency.
I stared at the results with a complicated expression.
Destruction Magic: F rank.
Regeneration Magic: F rank.
Mana Manipulation Magic: F rank.
Every other type of magic: F rank.
As expected of a character despised by the game director.
But what really drew my eye was the very last line.
Enchantment Magic: S rank.
...Why the hell was Enchantment Magic there?
Enchantment Magic had been designed early in development.
But midway through, it got axed for not fitting the game's vibe.
Yet here it was, plain as day on my results.
An S rank, no less.
Whatever the reason, if this deleted branch of magic still existed, didn't that mean I could learn it?
I had the All Stats Reduction debuff halving all my abilities, but that didn't matter.
S rank meant exceptional talent in that field.
With enough time and effort, I could teach myself.
That was when it happened.
"Oh my, I've never seen such a pathetic result sheet before."
Selena had snuck up beside me and started picking a fight again.
"All F ranks? Aren't you basically just a mana-less ordinary human?"
If she was calling them all F's, that meant she couldn't see the Enchantment Magic line at the bottom?
I deliberately repositioned the paper to make it more visible.
"A filthy guy with shady origins and no magic talent? That's one more reason you should drop out of this school."
Someday, I'm gonna give you a proper scolding.
Still, it looked like she really couldn't see it.
Was it because it was magic that'd been deleted from the original game?
"Men must have their heads so full of dirty thoughts that they lack any real talent for magic."
She just kept yammering on without me even responding.
I waited in silence for her to wrap it up, but Teacher Michelle returned from her brief absence, sending Selena back to her seat.
After homeroom ended, instead of heading to the staff room, I made for the school library.
The bookshelves sorted magic theory tomes by aptitude.
I passed Destruction, Regeneration, and Mana Manipulation Magic shelves, stopping at the very last one.
"That's just where they stash the blank books. You should check somewhere else."
A passing library committee member said that.
Sure enough, unlike the others labeled "Destruction Magic" or "Regeneration Magic," this shelf had no name at all.
I pulled out one of the books and flipped it open.
Blank? Like hell it was—there was plenty written inside.
Was it because I knew Enchantment Magic spells had been deleted?
Whatever the case, the basic theories of Enchantment Magic were crystal clear to my eyes.
As the name implied, Enchantment Magic covered spells that altered or beguiled the target's consciousness.
If I could master it, it'd be a huge boon for survival going forward.
For reference, the pinnacle of Enchantment Magic was hypnosis—the ability to control someone's mind at will.
That said, even if I learned it, I had no intention of using it directly on my targets.
I had confidence in my body and technique. I wanted to win them over for real, not puppeteer their hearts.
You might call that pointless, but there were plenty of useful Enchantment spells even without hypnosis.
It was absolutely worth learning.
I ignored the committee member's puzzled look and checked out the beginner Enchantment Magic theory book.
Michelle had no idea that Ian had headed straight back to the dorms to pore over his new Enchantment Magic theory book.
So she sat alone in the staff room, waiting for the knock that never seemed to come.
There'd been no prior heads-up today, but Ian usually showed up around this time anyway.
'He's late today... Should I knock out tomorrow's work early?'
She glanced at her computer screen, idly tapping her fingers on the desk.
'Can't focus.'
Yesterday kept replaying in her mind.
She'd sworn to stick to just penetration and kissing, but in the end, she'd crossed that final line.
Yet... why?
It wasn't as agonizing as she'd feared.
She'd abandoned her teacherly duties to indulge in carnal pleasures with a student, but thinking back made her heart ache even as her core slowly grew slick.
Ian's sex had been that special.
An ecstasy so profound it obliterated rational thought.
He was the first man she'd ever shared her body with, but Michelle knew.
It was precisely because it was Ian—and no one else—that it felt this good.
If ordinary sex between ordinary people brought pleasure like this?
The world would be a hellscape overrun by sex maniacs, Michelle figured.
That didn't mean she was going to use Ian's uniqueness as an excuse to let her body have its way with him, though.
She hadn't fully forsaken her responsibilities as a teacher yet.
Even if her body had tasted the forbidden fruit of his pleasure, she had to hold that final line.
'I can't accept Ian's feelings...'
Even if their bodies intertwined, as long as no hearts were exchanged, there was still room for excuses.
A convenient, if pathetic, justification: she'd merely helped relieve a horny young male student's urges.
That flimsy shield was the only thing protecting her from the guilt of betraying her teacher's duty and obligation.
'Yeah. I'm just helping Ian. How tough must it be for a lone boy in an all-girls school? I have to be his support. As long as I don't accept his confession, it'll be fine.'
She rationalized it that way, clenching her small fist.
That was when it happened.
Knock knock.
'Ian?'
Michelle shot to her feet at the sound she'd been waiting for and rushed to the door.
"Se-Selena."
Disappointment colored her voice, but Selena didn't notice.
"Sorry for dropping by without warning, Teacher. I wanted to talk about something."
"It's fine. You're welcome anytime. Have a seat?"
She prepared tea for the seated Selena.
'Selena wanting to consult? That's unexpected.'
Selena was the young lady of the Branzel family—one of the top chaebol houses.
Top-of-the-class grades, great relationships with peers.
She seemed utterly carefree, so what could possibly bring her here for counseling?
"So, what's going on?"
Michelle asked as she set the tea on the table.
Selena bowed with a "Thank you" before cutting to the chase.
"Actually, I came about Ian Drakhin."
"Ian?"
Michelle flinched guiltily for no reason.
Unaware of the circumstances, Selena continued calmly.
"Teacher, you know how dangerous male beasts are, right?"
"B-Beasts?"
Ian lunging at her body had indeed been beastly.
"Well...?"
"Men are beasts who see women as nothing but sex toys. Ian Drakhin always leers at our classmates with those perverted eyes."
The school was full of attractive girls, after all.
At Ian's age—bursting with youthful vigor—it was somewhat natural, Michelle thought.
But Selena saw it differently.
"He's definitely fantasizing about brutally violating them in his head. When he can't hold back his urges anymore, he'll act on it. We need to expel him before then."
Her logic was way too extreme.
"I get being cautious around boys, but surely it's not that bad?"
"No, I'm certain. Men are trash driven by lust over reason."
She was so adamant, Michelle had nothing to say.
"Please help get Ian Drakhin expelled. If you report his danger to the school, they won't just ignore it."
"But we can't expel a student based on mere suspicion. Even if Ian really were a problem, I'd choose to guide him toward becoming a better student rather than kick him out."
Selena fell silent in the face of Michelle's teacherly response.
"Teacher, you're too nice for your own good. I'm really worried. Innocent, gentle people like you are easy prey for scum like him."
"Th-Thanks for your concern."
'I'm already his prey...'
Of course, she couldn't say that out loud.
"Anyway, I understand your stance, Teacher. Looks like I'll have to handle it myself."
Selena drained her teacup and stood.
"I'll be going now. The tea was lovely. Thank you."
Her graceful bow befitted a chaebol heiress.
Once Selena left, the staff room fell quiet again.
Discord between students was hardly good news for the homeroom teacher.
'I wish Selena would ease up on Ian just a little.'
With those thoughts, the waiting game resumed.
'Is he not coming today?'
Disappointment crept in unbidden.
Michelle shook her head.
'No. It's a good thing if a student doesn't need to ask for help.'
She scolded herself, but the disappointment resurfaced anyway.
As she waited with scattered thoughts, an hour had passed since Selena's visit.
Glancing at the clock, it was nearly 7 p.m.
Regular classes ended at 4, so excluding homeroom, it'd been over two hours.
'At this point, he's probably not coming...'
Reluctance made her steps heavy.
Still, she couldn't linger forever. She tidied up and left the staff room.
As she closed the door and turned, there stood Ian.
"Ian?"
"Came just in case—you're still here?"
"Ian?"
Teacher Michelle stared at me with wide, startled eyes.
"Came just in case—you're still here?"
Back at the dorms, I'd tried studying the Enchantment Magic theory book, but it wasn't easy.
Even with S-rank aptitude, the All Stats Reduction debuff was a major roadblock.
In the end, I barely managed the simplest spell and decided to tackle the rest later.
Then I thought of Teacher and came over—right on time, just before she clocked out.
"Hang on, lemme unlock the password."
I hadn't said a word, but she already knew why I was here. Smart girl.
"Teacher, don't bother."
"Huh?"
I leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.
"Can I sleep over at your house tonight?"
"M-My house?"
The hesitating teacher asked back.
"You mean... you wanna do it?"
"Yeah. I wanna do it at your place."
"But a teacher sleeping under the same roof as a student..."
"It's more normal than doing it at school."
I whispered into her still-hesitant ear once more.
"And at home, we can go all out."
"..."
Her hand drifted away from the door lock.
"We can't stay at school too late..."
"Obviously."
I left the school with Teacher, walking side by side down the hall.
We'd just turned our backs on the building when it happened.
"I-Ian. Sh-Should we... exchange numbers?"
"Pardon?"
Her ears burned bright red with embarrassment.
"We got lucky today, but what if we miss each other...?"
"Then we can't have our fun, right?"
"N-No, because then I couldn't help a student in need!"
Her flustered reaction was too fun to resist teasing.
That said, I hadn't expected her to ask first.
I'd been thinking we should swap numbers anyway, so perfect timing.
We exchanged contacts and kept walking.
Her place wasn't far from school.
About a twenty-minute walk?
For a sudden intrusion into a single woman's home, Teacher's apartment was surprisingly tidy.
The layout was decent too: living room, two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom.
"Wa-Wait a sec."
As I slipped off my shoes at the rack, she scurried over, snatched a bra hanging off a chair, and darted into the bedroom.
I followed her in. She was stuffing the bra into a bedroom drawer.
The room was neat overall.
What stood out was the bookshelf crammed full of shoujo manga.
I flipped one open. Characters with eyes taking up half their faces were lip-locked.
"You into manga, huh?"
"Y-Yeah. My friends tease me for being childish."
She avoided my gaze, awkward in her own home.
I closed in and pulled her into a hug.
"Eek!"
Left hand on her breast, right on her ass. I kneaded away.
Even through her clothes, I could feel the volume and warmth.
"Wait, Ian. Let me shower first. What if I smell, okay?"
"It's fine."
I buried my face in her chest and took a deep whiff.
Her rich, intoxicating scent.
My already-hard cock throbbed painfully.
"I love how Teacher smells."
"M-My smell is... good?"
The hesitating teacher.
But I was fresh out of patience.
I sealed her twitching lips—about to say something—with a kiss.