Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Professor's Discipline
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At Helen's request to see an illusion, we returned to the shop.
'To think I'd be bringing Helen back here.'
I'd thought we'd end the date and part ways.
That was supposed to be the full schedule for today.
"......."
Helen glanced around the shop interior once more.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just... everything feels tense today for some reason."
"...I see."
I recalled Helen leaning in to kiss me at the café.
Her face had a hint of nervousness.
Even without seeing her thoughts, I could guess what was on Helen's mind right now.
"This way, please."
I led Helen to the waiting room.
I poured her a cup of warm tea.
Helen fidgeted as she stared at the steaming chrysanthemum tea, then asked me.
"Aren't we doing the survey?"
"Of course."
I handed Helen the usual survey form.
"The items are the same as always."
"I haven't felt the need to change much yet."
"Ahem, Teac— Teacher, how long are you going to be so formal with me?"
"I have to be polite to customers. Especially with noble ladies— one slip-up could turn into a complaint."
"...You don't have to with me."
She whispered softly.
I didn't catch Helen's last words.
"What was that?"
"It's nothing."
"...Understood."
Helen's eyes returned to the form.
"This one's here too?"
What Helen pointed to was.
-Virgin? Yes / No.
The virginity question.
"It's the most important part. We can't perform actual acts on virgins."
"So all the sensations I've felt so far weren't real?"
"...Yes."
I almost said putting a dick in her mouth was real, but I shut my mouth.
It would require too much explanation.
And if I admitted that even her mouth had really taken a dick without permission.
'The shop would be in an uproar.'
How could you do that without consent?
"Then I really was a virgin until then. It felt so real, though... I'm impressed by your skills again, Teacher. How do you make it feel so authentic?"
"Thanks to rigorous training."
"It felt completely real when it was in my mouth."
Her words made me feel guilty for no reason.
"Ahem, this is weird. Having this conversation... Haha."
Blushing, Helen checked NO on that item.
Not a virgin.
Outside the illusion, Helen—who had wanted to do it for real—had ultimately consummated with me.
She had offered me the collar herself.
And I had fastened it, turning our teacher-student relationship into master and slave.
An extension of the role-play we'd experienced in the illusion.
Drunk on pleasure, Helen and I had crossed that final line.
Right in the room next door.
"So since I'm not a virgin anymore, I don't need to check this one, right?"
Helen pointed to the item: -Do you want to lose your virginity?
"Of course. But please check this instead."
What I pointed to was an item I hadn't shown to virgin customers before.
-Do you plan to receive full service today? Yes / No
A question asking if, since she wasn't a virgin, she intended to go all the way with actual sex.
"This is embarrassing too. Teacher, you're such a pervert."
She scolded me, but her voice lacked its usual sharpness.
She even smiled faintly as she spoke.
-Do you plan to receive full service today? Yes / No
She checked Yes.
"I'm looking forward to it. How you'll treat a non-virgin customer."
"Are you serious? Even if Miss Helen isn't a virgin, giving your body easily to a man..."
"Teacher, you're acting strange today. You know why I came here."
Helen sipped her chrysanthemum tea and looked at me.
"What's the point of coming to a place that shows sex fantasies if you don't enjoy the fantasy?"
She grinned.
"You're right. Understood."
Then she wrote down the scenarios she wanted, one by one.
I watched as Helen carefully filled out her desired illusions.
The corners of her mouth crept up as she wrote.
Once she finished everything, she said.
"Here, take it."
She handed me the form.
"Teacher, can I wash up while you prepare? I sweated a lot earlier."
I nodded.
"I'll get ready."
"Yeah, thanks."
I read the illusions Helen had requested.
"What to do."
- I want Teacher to experience the illusion with me. I want to feel that the character in the illusion is you.
This is tricky.
To perfectly control an illusion, someone outside had to coordinate it.
The magic circle could generate illusions to a certain degree through computations.
'After multiple improvements, it can produce illusions to a decent level without me.'
But to adapt in real-time to the user's changing desires, an observer outside to monitor and adjust was necessary.
That's why I always managed from outside while simultaneously acting as the character in the user's illusion.
Like being both director and actor in a movie where the user is the protagonist.
But what Helen meant by 'I want Teacher to experience the illusion with me' was for me to become one of the users in the illusion too.
"She wants the director-actor to become just another actor."
It should be fine.
The performance is sufficient now.
"...A customer’s wishes must be fulfilled."
I designed the magic circle.
"Phew, finally wrote it."
Experiencing the illusion together.
That was the boldest courage Helen could muster.
Even if it was an illusion, she didn't want to share that feeling with a fake Max.
She wanted to spend even unreal fantasies—ones impossible in reality—with Max.
So she had added it separately in the other items.
That she wanted to do it with Max.
If she came to the shop for an illusion today, she planned to write it for sure.
She had chattered nervously out of embarrassment.
'I wanted to stay longer at the bakery café.'
But the intimate sounds from other couples, just beyond a thin curtain in that semi-private space, were too explicit to bear for long.
For Helen, who had been a virgin until recently.
For Helen, who knew only studies and was awkward with relationships, never having had a lover.
The secretive sounds from the bakery were overwhelming.
Max had blocked them with a soundproof spell, but it was already past her limit.
The urge to kiss his sleeping lips might have been due to the allure of that space.
Smack.
In the end, he had woken up before she could.
'Everyone was doing that stuff in secret.'
Now she understood why the ladies who visited the bakery came back blushing, covering their faces with shy smiles.
'So they all lost their virginity?'
According to church doctrine, noble ladies must remain virgins until marriage.
That was the proper conduct for a true lady.
Helen, more devoted to learning than anyone, had followed that teaching.
Until Max, she had vowed to give her virginity to her future husband.
When she surrendered to the pleasure Max gave and allowed him her body, she had drowned in guilt for failing to stay pure.
'No need for that anymore.'
She now knew many nobles secretly enjoyed such pleasures.
Of course, there was one thing Helen didn't know.
Among those nobles, few couples had gone as far as actual sex like she had.
But Helen, who rarely discussed such topics with other ladies, had no way of knowing.
Having washed up and steeled herself, Helen emerged.
"You're back."
She saw Max waiting, having drawn the entire magic circle.
"Let's begin."
"You're coming in with me too, right, Teacher?"
Max looked at her for a moment.
"Yes."
As he nodded, the magic circle activated.
Opening her eyes, Helen sensed she was inside the familiar academy.
In an instant, the surroundings had changed as if she'd teleported.
At that moment, Helen realized she had entered Max's illusion.
Like Pavlov's dog, her heart began to race reflexively.
Thump thump.
Eyes filled with anticipation for what scenarios would unfold, what pleasures she would feel and how, she looked around.
Taking a deep breath, Helen scanned her surroundings again.
Familiar scenery.
A familiar space.
But in this space with a different atmosphere, Helen faced the illusion she desired.
Not the usual lecture hall for learning, but a research lab.
In the center of the lab cluttered with all sorts of documents stood Max, coldly reviewing papers and reports.
Max, wearing shining silver-framed glasses, looked up at the sound.
"Helen."
"......."
Meeting Max's eyes, Helen was momentarily speechless.
Unlike the distant "Miss Helen," he was calling her name kindly(?).
"Why no answer?"
He was even using informal speech.
An attitude the real Max wouldn't show— Helen stared at him blankly for a moment.
With no reply, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ah, sorry, Teacher."
Only then could Helen speak.
She had lost herself briefly at this unseen side of him.
How startling it was.
Not affectionate, but coldly affectionate— savoring the lingering echo of Max's voice, Helen awaited his next words.
"......."
But he frowned at her.
"Who told you to speak informally to your professor?"
"Uh, what?"
"It's my fault for not educating you properly lately, since you've been obedient. Looks like you need some training."
Max rolled up his sleeves.
Helen felt an unexpected charm in the revealed arm muscles.
In the hand of the rising Max, brow furrowed.
"Ah......."
Was the collar she had given him before.
"Educating grad students is a professor's basic duty."
Helen couldn't hold back her gasp.
"Ah."
So good.