Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: The Glasses Teacher's Home Visit
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It was that paper.
The survey paper that had first made her face the Max wearing glasses.
The moment she saw the paper, her heart reflexively started pounding.
What would happen to her this time?
"Do I have to write on the paper again?"
However, contrary to Helen's expectations, a curt tone came out of her mouth.
"I figured you wouldn't be satisfied with just the backstory. So this time, a little investigation is needed to add new settings."
"......"
At the words "investigation for new settings," Helen hid her excited expression.
"There aren't any more of those weird questions, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, like asking if I'm a v...virgin or something."
"Ah, I won't ask that. You already answered it once."
"......Wait a minute, that sounds kind of insulting for some reason."
"Why do you say that?"
"Are you saying I'm the kind of girl who doesn't even have a boyfriend?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
For some reason, whenever she dealt with this man, a curt tone kept coming out.
Her mind wasn't matching her thoughts.
"Anyway, I'll read it."
"Yes."
Helen received the survey paper.
-Do you like the existing background and settings? If there are parts you don't like, please check them.
-Location/Time/Character/Situation/Development/Other.
"What is this?"
"Check the part from the previous video that you want to improve first. There are related questions below, so fill those out together."
"...Got it."
It was a survey she was now familiar with.
If it had been the first time, she might have been a bit flustered, but Helen had built up immunity through the previous survey.
Questions like this were a breeze.
'Parts I don't like.'
Helen imagined the past video.
The image of Max wearing glasses threatening her at the academy and giving her remedial lessons.
-Failing student, Helen Silvesta. Receive your punishment.
Smack!
"Eek!"
She let out a startled squeak just from imagining Max hitting her and looked up at the real Max.
Fortunately(?), it seemed he hadn't heard.
Helen lowered her head in unnecessary embarrassment and felt her face heating up.
'Calm down.'
It wasn't something that had actually happened in reality.
She liked the character.
The shop owner Max wearing glasses suited him surprisingly well.
It gave off an intellectual vibe, perhaps.
Of course, the fact that it reminded her of a real person was a slightly uncomfortable point.
'But he seems fine with it himself.'
Helen glanced at Max.
Even after seeing her illusion, he treated her calmly.
Seeing how he dealt with her normally despite having watched her fantasy together, Max probably wasn't displeased either.
'Character is okay.'
She quite liked the development too.
The feeling of becoming a failing student and facing a future she could never reach in reality was quite thrilling.
It let her feel new emotions at the same time.
The sense of defeat.
A despair like hitting a wall.
It was an unfamiliar sensation, and thus it hit her sensitively.
The situation wasn't bad either.
Being a student disciplined by her teacher was quite to Helen's taste.
It was embarrassing to admit, but she was honestly aroused by the image of the teacher pressuring her.
'If only the location was changed a bit.'
Helen circled "Location."
Then she read the linked question.
-Do you have a desired location?
A desired location?
He was asking her to choose the place where such things would happen to her?
Helen widened her eyes and looked at Max again.
Max, who met her gaze, smiled and asked.
"Do you need something?"
"H-Huh?"
"You've been looking my way since earlier. Is there a question you don't understand?"
"D-Don't understand? As if I wouldn't understand something like this."
Because of her pride, she yelled, and Helen couldn't continue speaking here.
Like why he kept including such shameless questions.
-Can't you understand even this simple question? Are you admitting you're a failing student yourself?
Helen glared at Max, and her delusion grew in her head.
-I understand. There's no way the disgrace of the Silvesta family, the worst Silvesta, the idiot Helen who threw away even the family head's final consideration, would know. I'll explain slowly.
The Max in her delusion approached her and spoke in a gentle tone.
"......"
Her breath caught.
In the end, Helen lowered her head and clutched her hair.
Her head spun so much it rang at the fact that she had to choose the place where she would suffer humiliation herself.
It wasn't because she was embarrassed.
It was because of the intensely boiling arousal.
-Hurry and write it. You won't say you don't know Imperial language, right?
Helen wrote the desired location in trembling handwriting in the space the delusional Max pointed to.
And the word she wrote was.
-Home.
-What is the desired situation?
-Home visit for remedial lessons to teach a failing student.
She slowly answered the following questions.
And as always without fail, the last question was.
-Do you mind losing your virginity from this act? (Yes/No)
That content.
"This is No, No!"
Unlike her confident shout, her hand timidly circled "no."
'It's precious.'
After signing, Helen hurriedly submitted the survey paper to Max.
"I-I'm done, so can I go wash up now?"
"Of course. But why are you in such a hurry?"
"J-Just go!"
Helen yelled and dashed to the shower room.
Thud thud thud.
If she stayed here any longer, Max would keep looking like the glasses Max from her fantasy, and she'd go crazy.
'Good thing I didn't buy the glasses.'
If she had, she'd have lost her mind.
Splash!
Even showering with warm water didn't easily wash away the lingering thoughts in her head.
After thoroughly washing up, Helen struck a pose with a face full of tension.
Even though she had been meticulously cleaned by the maids that morning, her body, which had spent quite a long time in the shower room, was not just fresh but emanating warmth.
"To recreate the Silvesta mansion, I had to put in quite a bit of effort, so it took some time."
Helen nodded at Max's words as he did a final check on the magic circle.
"I just sit here like this?"
"Yes. You're familiar with it now."
"O-Of course. I'm excellent. Unlike some people who are slow on the uptake."
"You're an excellent student."
Chills ran down her spine at Max's words.
"Um, you know."
"Yes?"
"C-Can you not call me 'student'? It feels weird hearing it from you."
"Understood."
"N-No, it's fine! You can call me whatever."
Was it because her head was spinning from the tension about what fantasy she'd see next?
Words were coming out on their own.
Why am I acting like this?
She didn't know how many times she had done things the sharp-minded Helen would never do.
"Understood. Then let's begin right away. Please sit comfortably. The video will start soon."
"Okay."
She let out a deep sigh and relaxed her body.
Snap!
Along with the sound of Max snapping his fingers.
The shabby shop began to change.
Into the interior of the mansion so familiar to her.
And in front of her completely changed eyes.
"Miss, a guest has arrived."
A butler of a familiar appearance stood there.
A bit older than the one she knew.
It was a shockingly perfect recreation.
She could once again feel how amazing Max's skills were.
The points she had merely described in words were perfectly reproduced in the video.
-How similar it is to reality is crucial. If it's not similar, immersion breaks, and you'll realize this is an illusion. So if you're using illusion magic, you can't miss even the smallest details.
She could immediately tell how much effort he had put in behind the scenes to implement this magic.
Her admiration was brief.
Helen looked at the butler who had finished reporting to her.
"A guest came?"
"Yes. He said you'd know if he mentioned it's for remedial lessons."
"Aah......"
Remedial lessons.
Just hearing that word made her body tremble.
What would happen to her next naturally came to mind.
"Wh-Where is that person—no, the teacher—right now?"
"He's waiting for you in the parlor."
"I see. Then I'll go first. We might have lessons in my room, so prepare some simple refreshments."
"Understood."
After entrusting the butler with a simple task, she headed to the parlor with her pounding heart.
Her steps toward the parlor were light.
Tap tap tap.
Helen walked with a strange sense of anticipation and pounding heart, her gait as soft as a young lady going to meet her first love.
"......"
Knock knock knock.
She knocked on the door.
The original owner of the house didn't need such procedures, but she naturally observed etiquette and procedure.
It was an act showing she wasn't a failing student, and at the same time, showing that her body acknowledged glasses Max as her superior.
Though Helen wasn't aware of it.
Opening the door, a familiar back came into view.
"You've arrived. I've been waiting."
A cold, businesslike voice.
An arrogant attitude of speaking without even turning his head, keeping her behind his back, but Helen couldn't say a word.
"Wh-What brings you to our mansion?"
"Don't you remember? I believe I told you I'd make a home visit for your remedial lessons, Miss Helen."
Clink.
Along with the sound of setting down the teacup, the seated Max abruptly stood up.
His large frame easily over 180 cm rising from the seat gave the feeling of casting a shadow.
"Surely you haven't forgotten?"
"Th-That is......"
Just hearing the voice brought back the previous experience, turning her mind white.
Helen’s sharp mind froze as if hitting a temporary stop.
"A reaction befitting a failing student."
Max turned his body, looked down at her, and adjusted his glasses.
An elegant motion without the slightest gap.
Helen, meeting the eyes of glasses Max looking down with a businesslike gaze, unwittingly lowered her head.
"What do we say in these situations? What did I teach you?"
"I-I'm sorry. Teacher."
"You haven't forgotten this. Good job."
She was praised.
Her head knew she shouldn't feel good over something this small, but her body was happy even at the tiny praise.
Like a puppy.
"It's troubling if you come unannounced like this. Even if you're a teacher......"
"It is the teacher's duty to properly educate a failing student. If this continues, you might really fail, Miss Helen, so I had no choice but to come. You do understand the reason, don't you?"
He suddenly approached her.
Helen unwittingly took a step back.
"Lessons in this parlor would be inconvenient, so let's go to your room."
"My room?"
"Yes. It seems we'll need to conduct somewhat private lessons."
"...O-Okay."
Whenever she saw glasses Max, she kept wanting to submit.
Her usual arrogant tone didn't come out easily.
Every time she tried to speak arrogantly, it felt like someone was choking her throat.
"Then, before we go, let's prepare the materials."
"Materials?"
Max took out a familiar item from his bag.
It was something she knew too.
"D-Do I have to wear this?"
The pink rotor that had kept her from properly listening to lessons.
The item that had tormented her viciously was once again in Max's hand.
"Yes. Wear it until we return to the room. I'll check if you can maintain noble etiquette even with this on."
"W-Wait a minute......"
"Hurry and put it on. Do you want to fail?"
At Max's gaze looking down at her, Helen.
"......O-Okay."
She couldn't resist.
Putting the rotor in her panties placed an unpleasant foreign sensation in her lower abdomen.
"I'll confirm if it's positioned properly."
Max knelt before her, lifted the hem of her skirt, and looked inside.
"It's precisely in front of your clit. Good."
And as he turned it on.
Bzzz!
"Hnng!!"
Helen's body trembled.
"Let's go. You need to set an example in front of the household staff."
How am I supposed to walk like this......