Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Push and Pull
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Selena visited Michelle on the same day Ian shared her bed that night.
"What should I do?"
Selena downed the cold tea in one gulp.
It was unrefined behavior, something the refined young lady, steeped in elegance, would never normally do.
That was how on edge she was right now.
"How can I get Ian Drakhin kicked out of school?"
At first, she'd planned to keep pressuring him until he understood why he had to leave.
That's why she'd snapped at him every time they crossed paths, but it had all been pointless.
So today, she'd gone to Michelle for help, but the kind-hearted teacher had refused her request.
She'd even tried using the other students around her.
But her classmates couldn't understand Selena's hostility toward men, and things hadn't gone her way.
"Why doesn't anyone get it? All men are trash controlled by their desires."
No one had ever directly harmed Selena.
But there was someone who had planted that deep-seated resentment toward men in her heart.
Her father.
The pillar of the powerful Branzel family chaebol, the chairman of a massive corporation that swayed the nation.
After his death in an accident, her mother had taken over the role, but in life, he had been one of the most influential figures in the country—a hero respected by all.
To Selena, though, he was nothing more than filthy trash hiding his true nature from the public.
As a child, she barely remembered seeing her father at home.
Seeing him on TV or the internet every day, she figured he was just that busy.
So she never once complained about him leaving her mother alone or not playing with her.
Her view of her father—and men in general—changed forever once she learned his secret.
He'd played the part of an upstanding businessman in public while secretly indulging in debauched affairs with other women behind closed doors.
A beastly life devoted entirely to his desires.
The betrayal cut deep because she'd trusted him so much, and her rage was beyond measure.
What saddened Selena even more was her mother's attitude.
Her mother had been forced into marriage with her father due to chaebol politics. After giving birth to Selena, she'd lived like she'd been abandoned in that house.
Yet she never once spoke ill of him.
She feared that if his secrets ever came to light, it would destroy Selena's life.
Her mother had devoted her entire existence to Selena alone. Even now, a year after her father's death, she hadn't taken another man.
And Selena lived for her mother's happiness in return.
All while harboring resentment toward her father and fury at all men deep in her heart.
"I absolutely can't just stand by and let a man stay in this school."
Knock knock.
The door opened at the sound.
"Young Lady, have you finished your tea?"
"Dania."
Dania was dressed in her impeccable suit even at home, away from school.
Her family had served the Branzel household for generations as butlers.
Dania fulfilled her role faithfully, no matter where she was.
"Yeah. I just finished."
Selena used casual speech with Dania when they were alone.
Dania was the only one who let Selena shed the weight of being the young lady and relax.
"You're worrying again today. About that man?"
"Yeah. I've been thinking about how to get him out of school."
"I see."
A flat, emotionless response.
Selena bit her lip, hesitating before speaking up.
"Hey, Dania. Like I said before, can't you treat me casually like you used to? We were so much closer when we were kids."
"I'm sorry. As your butler, it's only proper to show you respect."
Selena's eyes wavered.
When they were young, the two had been inseparable friends.
That bond remained the same for Selena—Dania was like a blood sister to her.
But once Dania began her butler training, she started treating Selena strictly as mistress and servant, as if those childhood memories had vanished.
"...Fine."
She knew from experience that begging wouldn't change a thing.
All she could do was be grateful that Dania stayed by her side like this.
"That said, I'm still on your side, Young Lady. I'll carry out any other orders you give without fail."
"Got it. Thanks."
"Yeah, Dania will always stay by my side unchanged. For now, let's focus on getting rid of that man."
Selena sank back into her thoughts.
A few days had passed since I'd stayed over at Miss Michelle's place.
I hadn't gone back to her house since, but our relationship continued steadily at school.
She'd rejected my confession, but everything else felt just like a secret romance between lovers.
We'd even hidden a box of condoms in her private office and used them whenever the mood struck.
There hadn't been much progress with Enchantment Magic.
The Calm Down from last time was still the only spell I'd mastered.
The fatal debuff of All Stats Reduction slowed my progress through the book's content to a crawl.
Still, being able to learn Enchantment Magic at all was something.
I planned to approach it patiently, no matter how long it took.
Then, a small change came to my otherwise uneventful school life.
The classroom seats had been reassigned.
As I'd mentioned before, Scarlet Magic Women's University operated just like a high school.
Aside from moving between classes, we stayed in the same room with the same classmates.
With two people per desk, seat changes were a big deal for students.
It decided who your desk partner would be.
Mine was...
"Hey."
"I'm listening."
...Dania, Selena's butler.
Today, as always, her long black hair was neatly tied back to her shoulders, and she wore a suffocatingly formal men's suit.
Students normally wore uniforms, but the Branzel family's massive donations to the school probably made an exception for her.
Anyway, seeing a men's suit in a women's university felt bizarre.
But what was even stranger was that she'd been staring at me ever since sitting to my right.
"Look forward. Aren't you paying attention?"
"Sorry, but I can't. I'm carrying out the Young Lady's orders."
Her face was expressionless, her voice flat and mechanical.
"What orders? To find some weakness and kick me out?"
"How did you know? You're sharper than you look."
Her eyes were deadly serious, like she was heading into battle.
I stared back in disbelief, but damn, even in men's clothes, she was pretty.
Her cool, aloof vibe outshone most dolled-up girls, and the suit couldn't hide her curves.
"What? You looking for my weak spots too?"
"What are you talking about?"
Something about her made me think the back of her neck or her ears might be sensitive.
"Um... hey, you two."
Dania and I turned to Miss Michelle at the same time.
She was in the middle of her Magic Ethics class—one of her specialties.
Magic Ethics covered norms and ethical attitudes toward magic, a subject that suited her perfectly.
"Sorry, but could you focus on the lesson...?"
"My apologies."
"My apologies."
The moment we apologized, Dania turned back to me.
I couldn't concentrate at all because of it.
"Hey."
"I'm listening."
"Stop being so intimidating. We're desk mates now—let's get along."
"Get along?"
"Yeah. And while you're at it, tell your mistress to leave me alone."
"That I can't do."
"Figured as much."
I hadn't really expected anything anyway.
"But we can get along."
I'd just said it offhand, didn't really need it.
No point in antagonizing her and breeding resentment.
"Cool. Thanks."
Once again, her piercing gaze kept me from focusing on class that day.
After class ended, I headed to Miss Michelle's house with her on her way out.
We could've met in her private office, but I worried too many visits might raise suspicions.
Standing before the bedroom, I undressed her as I spoke.
"It's been a while since we did it in this bed."
"Y-yeah, it has."
She was shy but surrendered her body to me, stripping bare.
Unlike last time, she didn't suggest showering first.
Maybe she knew I wouldn't listen, or maybe she was just as eager.
No, now I got it.
Once she was naked, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"Chup... smooch... slurp, haa. Smooch."
Since that first night at her place, she'd become even more proactive.
I pulled her body close, and we pressed together standing up.
Feeling the soft press of her breasts against me, I kneaded her ass busily.
"Smooch, slurp... fuha. I-Ian."
"Yeah?"
She broke the kiss, her lips trembling.
"That thing with Dania..."
"Dania? Why bring her up out of nowhere?"
She hesitated, then shook her head.
"Never mind. Shall we continue?"
We tangled our tongues again, and her pussy grew slick and inviting.
I slipped on a condom and said,
"I want to do it from behind."
"O-okay."
She turned, bracing against the wall.
The first time I'd asked, she'd hesitated in embarrassment, but now she thrust her ass out on her own.
The thrill of taming an innocent woman who knew nothing of men made my cock rock-hard.
"Do that thing, Teacher."
"Th-that? Got it..."
Her ass swayed enticingly.
"Pound Teacher's pussy full with Ian's thick cock♡"
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I grabbed her hips and aimed my cock.
"I'll go slow at first."
"Yeah... please."
Liar.
I slammed it all in at once.
"Haaaang♥"
She climaxed lightly from the sudden thrust, her pussy clenching tight.
Her heels lifted, her hips bucked, and her sideboobs jiggled.
"Haang, ah! That's too muchhh."
"You're so cute, Teacher."
I thrust deep inside her.
Plack! Plack! Plack!
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Haat, ah! Aang... ang. Iaaan♥"
"How's your student's cock you've been craving?"
"Hng, heung... eung! G-good. Love cock!"
Her saying "cock" so easily now?
Unthinkable before.
But she knew facing pleasure head-on made it feel even better.
I kept slapping her round ass with my hips.
Holding her pelvis, syncing with my thrusts, her moans grew louder.
"Ng! Ung! Hng! Haang, ang!"
"You zone out in class sometimes—what if you're thinking about my cock during lessons?"
"Heut, hut! Aat. S-sorrryyy!"
Just a shot in the dark, but it was true?
"Bad teachers get punishment sex!"
"Ung, ut... haut! Give it—punish this naughty pussy that thinks about cock in class with your cock♥"
I ramped up the pistoning.
Waves rippled fiercer across her ass cheeks; even from behind, her tits bounced enough to glimpse her nipples sometimes.
Splash, splash, splash!
"Ang! Aaang! Haut, ang! Hooook, oooht!"
"How's that! Learned your lesson, Teacher?"
"Heut, heung! Heung! Nooo... I won't reflect. Punish me more."
I pulled her upper body into an embrace and lifted her.
Standing impaled, I turned her head and shoved my tongue between her lips.
"Ung! Heup, chup... smooch."
She accepted it without resistance.
Sucking my tongue with her wet lips.
Running out of breath, she leaned back against the wall and rode my cock desperately.
Overwhelmed by rising pleasure, I shook my hips wildly.
Sensing my impending climax, her moans swelled too.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Teacher!"
"Haut, eung... ang! Haaaah!"
We climaxed together, bodies pressed tight as I flooded her insides with cum.
A shame it was blocked by the condom, but it felt great.
I pulled out and tied off the used one.
My cock was still raring to go, of course.
Her eyes, fixed on my crotch, sparkled with anticipation.
She was waiting for me to pounce again, but I didn't.
"Teacher, I think that's it for today."
"Huh? Why...?"
"Got something to do back at the dorm."
"O-oh... okay."
She didn't hide her disappointment.
I barely resisted the urge to tease her and dive back in.
There was a reason for this.
Our relationship had been smooth sailing so far.
Her body was mine, no exaggeration.
But she kept rejecting my confessions, holding onto her heart.
I needed a new strategy.
Hence, this push-pull tactic.
A short break would make her body, accustomed to sex with me, ache for it—then I'd strike.
We had time before the Academic Tribunal; worth a shot.
"Sorry, Teacher. See you next time. Oh, mind if I shower before I go?"
"Y-yeah... sure."
Her lost-puppy expression tugged at my heart.
But excited for how desperate she'd be later, I headed to the shower.
The room brimmed with ornate decorations and expensive furniture.
Inside were two women in a peculiar relationship—friends, yet mistress and servant.
"How'd it go? Find anything?"
"I'm sorry, Young Lady. I watched him all day, but nothing stood out."
"No need to apologize. I know you did your best, Dania."
Selena had seen Dania scrutinizing Ian from the next desk herself.
Too far to hear their conversation, though.
"I need some weakness to get him expelled, but it's not easy. If only I could sneak into his dorm."
"I'll infiltrate his quarters."
Selena waved her hands in surprise.
"What? No, you don't have to go that far. I was just thinking out loud."
"Trust me. For you, Young Lady, I can do anything."
"It's not about trust. Really, it's fine."
Even repeated refusals didn't shake Dania's resolve.
"A butler's life is for her mistress. Please, let me help you."
Selena knew better than anyone that Dania's stubbornness wouldn't bend easily.
"...Alright. But be careful, okay? Men are dangerous creatures—you never know what they'll do."
"Understood, Young Lady."