Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Practical Exam with the Teacher (1) Start
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After finishing dinner with her lady and wrapping up the remaining tasks, Dania naturally returned to her own room.
"Lady seemed awfully curious about something..."
The image of her hesitant mistress lingered in her mind.
The mistress had accurately gauged the butler's condition.
As her mistress had said, Dania's body was exhausted from accumulated fatigue and desperately needed rest.
However, Selena didn't know the reason behind the butler's state.
"I can never tell her about this."
Dania pulled out the dildo she had hidden in her room.
The way her hand stroked it carried not the tension of impending training, but anticipation for pleasure.
A few days ago, on the night she had unintentionally used the piston machine all night long.
That act had been closer to mere masturbation than training to surpass Ian, yet every time this hour came around, Dania would retrieve the dildo from her room.
And she would cry out in a woman's voice throughout the night.
She knew it herself.
What she was doing could no longer be called training.
At some point, she had stopped imagining overpowering Ian and had simply begun savoring the sensation of the dildo ravaging her insides.
Yet she never stopped this game she called training, even as the days passed.
Guilt occasionally reared its head, but each time, the justification that this was all to protect herself and her lady served as absolution.
Even though it was merely indulging in pleasure, thinking of it as a step toward her goal brought a sense of happiness.
So Dania stripped off her clothes today as well.
She bound her legs to the bed and thrust the dildo into her pussy, moaning.
When pleasure peaked, she climaxed without hesitation, repeating the process relentlessly.
"Haah! Hnng! Heuuuk!"
Her indulgence in pleasure continued the next day, and the day after that.
One day, as she reached orgasm, white semen spurted from the dildo deep into her.
"Hah, haaah... Hot stuff inside me..."
Craving ever stronger stimulation, she had bought a dildo that ejaculated artificial semen.
The satisfaction from the new toy only fueled her desires further, making her training grow more intense with each passing day.
At the same time, the variety of tools she used kept increasing.
A few days later, Dania had rotors taped to each nipple while shoving a dildo down her throat.
Of course, another dildo was raging between her legs.
She had abandoned her humanity, lost in desire.
Nights of frenzy where she seemed to have forgotten her original purpose.
The woman from her past, who had valued abstinence as a virtue and whipped herself for it, was nowhere to be found.
Even as mechanical stimulation assaulted her entire body without respite, even as the dildo filled her throat and choked her breath, only ecstasy—not suffering—showed on her face.
In this way, for several more days, Dania barricaded herself in her room every night, crying out, and Selena's worry about her increasingly fatigued butler only grew.
One evening after dinner, Selena quietly observed Dania.
Because she had noticed something different about her lately.
"Dania. You look much healthier these past few days. Your dark circles are gone too."
Dania's face no longer showed the exhaustion it once had.
Her rigid, disciplined demeanor remained, but somehow she even seemed more vibrant than before.
"Yes, my lady. The training is finally complete."
"Really?"
Selena's eyes widened like a rabbit's at the unexpected response.
The butler nodded calmly in affirmation.
"Yes. You don't need to worry anymore."
"That's a relief. Can you tell me what the training was for?"
"I'm afraid I can't go into that... I'm sorry."
Selena shook her head.
It was disappointing not to hear the details, but she respected Dania as a friend before a butler.
"Since the training's over, how about some tea for old times' sake? In your room?"
"Really? That sounds perfect!"
The butler smiled brightly, following her joyful mistress.
Seeing that smile, Selena felt all her previous worries melt away.
Worries that her bond with Dania or their peaceful daily life might shatter.
She couldn't quite explain why.
All she could say was that she sensed a newfound certainty and confidence in Dania's expression.
Dania, who knew the source of that certainty, gazed at her mistress's smiling face and thought to herself.
It was time to verify the results of her training.
She would definitely protect her lady's smile.
The day had finally arrived.
The day of the practical exam.
Though "finally" might imply tension, she felt none.
Thanks to Michelle and Anna, she had surpassed the minimum passing criteria for the practical long ago.
At this point, she could probably pass even if she half-assed it without getting expelled.
...Good thing the exam's today.
Since it was Thursday, if it had been scheduled later, it might have dragged into the weekend.
People always wanted to get nagging worries over with quickly, so she was grateful it was today.
After classes ended, she headed to the exam venue as instructed.
To prevent information sharing between students, only one entered each location.
There, they took the test under the supervision of the assigned instructor.
Walking there with a somewhat determined resolve, someone fell into step beside her.
She glanced sideways to check who it was, then quickly looked ahead again.
It was Selena.
"Looks like you're headed this way too?"
"Yeah."
They were at a good distance from other students in the hallway, so there was no need to pretend to be friendly.
Selena, aware of that, picked a fight anyway.
"I'm so heartbroken I could cry. We just made up, and now I have to watch you get expelled."
What nonsense.
Selena had no idea about the diligent practical prep with two elites, so she naturally assumed failure.
Ian was eager to see her face when reality defied her expectations.
"You passed the written exam, so why bother with practical and annoy people?"
"Obviously to check how much my skills have sharpened."
Most first-years had passed the written test, but quite a few, like Selena, had signed up for the practical for similar reasons.
Fitting for a prestigious university—full of ambitious, high-achieving students.
Some just wanted to show off their superior skills.
"And everyone expects great things from me, so I have to deliver, right?"
Selena was one of them, of course.
To Ian, she was just an enemy, but as a near-celebrity at school, it made sense.
"Might as well let you see how amazing I really am. Oh, wait—expulsion might make that impossible."
To avoid seeing her smug grin, Ian stared straight ahead while walking.
At the exam venue, Selena stopped at the door right next to his.
...Of all places, next door.
No actual issue, but it soured his mood anyway.
"Try your best to flail around. How about snapping a photo with your phone? You won't get to wear that uniform much longer."
He wanted to smash her skull with that phone.
Not wanting another word with Selena, Ian hurriedly opened the door and entered.
The door had a lock, but it was unlocked for exam convenience.
He wasn't nervous at all.
Part confidence in the test, part because the location was so familiar.
The owner of this space was none other than—
"Ian!"
The person greeting him warmly as he entered.
"Michelle!"
"You'll ace it, right?"
"Of course. You're proctoring?"
"Yup. Even for you, no cheating allowed—do your best?"
Ian nodded confidently.
Exam in Michelle's personal office, with her as proctor—what a coincidence.
Various exam tools were prepared in the office.
Michelle began explaining the procedure.
"...And later, read the test paper I give you and use the tools as instructed."
After the simple explanation, she handed him the paper and headed for the door, so he asked.
"Where you going? Exam's about to start."
"I'm proctoring you and Selena alternately. More takers than expected, so not enough teachers."
That's why even personal offices were used.
If there were way more, they'd split days, but the numbers made it tricky.
"Be right back."
While Michelle went to Selena's adjacent office, Ian browsed the tools.
They looked more like kids' toys than magic-testing gear: sand, clay, long clear pipes, weird boxes—hard to guess uses at a glance.
One might say just read the paper, but it was blank.
For fairness, text appeared only after start, via magic.
"Better wait quietly to avoid trouble."
Soon Michelle returned.
The starting bell rang over the broadcast, and with a white flash, text appeared on the paper.
Three hours long, so Ian read leisurely.
...Burn only the circle drawn on top of the paper box? Penalty if other parts ignite?
Testing precision in fire elemental magic.
Simple, but not for mana-manipulation-focused Ian. Pass.
...Move ball from one side of clear box to other, avoiding obstacles?
Specified destruction magic only.
Probably bounce it multiple times with light explosions from basic Mana Strike at specific points.
Position and power matter for direction, demanding precision and skill.
Could use telekinesis (mana manipulation), but that's cheating.
Proctor watching, and tools record mana traces for grading, revealing magic used.
That's how Michelle monitored two spots.
Destruction problem: pass.
Ian scanned for mana manipulation problems.
...Found it. Unfold paper crane in clear box and copy inside text to answer sheet?
Instructions: penalty for creases beyond folding or other marks; must use telekinesis.
Glanced at Michelle: hands clasped, eyes pleading like Olympics final.
Ian nodded reassuringly and started.
Not too hard; solved easily.
Michelle sighed in relief and approached.
"Ahem, Student Ian. I'll check on Miss Selena now, so keep working hard and honestly."
Teacher mode during exam.
"Yes, Teacher."
She left after his reply.
Alternating between them, apparently.
Ian checked for more mana manipulation problems.
Many problems total.
Might question three hours, but high-difficulty ones interspersed.
Solving all would take longer than allotted.
Low bar for pass, but high scores brutally hard—that's the school's exam trait.
Irrelevant to Ian.
He'd skip what he couldn't do, cherry-pick solvable mana manipulation ones.
...This is doable.
He worked diligently.
Skip beyond level, careful on possibles.
...Whoa.
Even while solving, it was unbelievable.
Ian inwardly admired Michelle and Anna throughout.
Dragging half-talent him this far—elite teacher and genius indeed.
Michelle was stunned too.
Progress reports each check-in widened her eyes over time.
Finally, after finishing all he could, Ian handed the answer sheet.
"Done."
"Really? How'd it go? Pass?"
"Yeah. Easy."
Took one hour.
Two left, but selective solving.
Still double-checked, recalling written fiasco.
Absolute pass confidence now.
"Great job, seriously!"
Michelle hopped and clapped, forgetting mid-exam proctor duty in excitement.
Unable to contain curiosity, she scanned his sheet.
Surprise spread, then teary emotion.
"This is more than enough! You did amazing, Ian!"
She hugged him; he embraced warmly.
"You worked hard helping. Thanks."
Sincere.
Without her—in many ways—he wouldn't be here.
Relieved from worries, she sniffled in his arms.
Grateful, he hugged tighter—but instead of warmth, his lower half stiffened.
...Too focused earlier.
Relaxed mind, body reacted honestly to stimuli.
Michelle meant no seduction, overcome by emotion, but her softness stirred dark desires in Ian.
Actually, post-exam meetup here was planned.
But two hours remained.
No confidence waiting; he gently peeled her off.
"Ian?"
Hand to her chest as she called innocently.
"Hyaah..."
"Michelle."
"Ah, exam's not over yet..."
"No one's coming anyway."
Lock door for safety—no issue.
"True, but... Selena's next door..."
Valid, but that excited more.
Her diligently testing, him doing great deeds.
His slow kneading flushed her cheeks.
"I-I'll lock the door..."
Two hours was tough even for her.