Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: She Clearly Warned Him Not to Follow
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She clearly warned him not to follow.
In the grand hall of Lofty Academy, fresh-faced first-year cadets stood arrayed.
Normally, this would be the time for the first class to begin.
But today, the Knight Department instructors had cleared their entire schedules, switching duties to escort the cadets all the way to the destination.
On top of that, three priests from the Church had shown up bright and early, making it far too grand a setup for just a single class.
The Swordsmanship Department instructors were excluded, tied up with their own lessons.
The eldest instructor from the Knight Department—where Practical Combat 1 was mandatory—took point.
The outdoor class kicked off the instant they began marching on foot.
"Don't drop your guard even while on the move! Keep those precautions drilled in your heads!! Now, move out!!"
The Knight Department cadets snapped to attention, straightening up to avoid slacking under their department instructors' watchful eyes.
By contrast, the Swordsmanship Department cadets felt less tension, a freer vibe hanging over them, but none broke formation or pulled any stunts.
The trek to the academy-prepared destination would take about two hours on foot.
For mana-wielding cadets, it was barely more than a stroll.
As the campsite came into view, the lead instructors halted, double-checking for stragglers.
They didn't follow inside, as if their responsibility ended right there.
They'd probably stand guard from the tents prepped outside until tomorrow.
The moment they stepped in, a wide-open space stretched before them.
"Ooh!! It's huge!"
The instant they arrived, Seria was too busy gawking around to notice much else.
But Rike's eyes darted frantically, searching for the one she hadn't seen in a full day.
'...!'
There he was, far off, spotting her and giving a light wave.
As she drew closer, his features sharpened in her vision, her heart bubbling with excitement drop by drop.
The cadets' gazes snagged on the black-armored knight standing beside the instructor, but Rike's eyes locked onto Roman and refused to budge.
"Assembly-!!"
Roman's booming voice jolted the milling cadets into swift motion.
They clustered under Roman, who had climbed atop a waist-high tree stump, sneaking peeks at the black-armored figure while awaiting the instructor's words.
"First off, this person was dispatched here as a precaution against any mishaps. Same deal as the priests who came out of the Church's goodwill, so don't pester them."
Roman breezed past the fierce knight's glowing red eyes with that brief intro, gave a curt nod to the clustered priests off to the side, and pressed on.
"From here on out! Imagine you're adventurers on a commission or knights out on the front lines. We're assuming a camping scenario, so form temporary parties among yourselves and run the class."
"Parties should be at least two strong... but since even I'm flying solo, that lacks cred, so anyone who wants can gear up for solo camping."
"That said, night watches are part of the curriculum, so solo campers need to clear it with other parties first."
Maybe pairs were locked in since the rumors first swirled—no big shuffling happened.
Amid the low murmurs, Seria stood on tiptoe, shooting her hand sky-high.
"Got a question?"
"Does it matter if other departments mix into party lineups?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Thank you!!"
Seria, bursting with more pep than usual, shot Chloe a wink.
'What the hell kind of combo is that...?'
Rike had been plenty shocked hearing the bare bones from Eclair about Chloe and how they kept crossing paths at the academy... but saying it live was straight-up baffling.
That trio was a matchup I couldn't have dreamed up even if I died and came back.
Chloe and Rike had zero interactions in the game.
The two meshing like this piqued my curiosity on reflex.
...
"Alright, now for a practice run: build a bonfire. Tonight, rebuild it and keep it burning till morning—that's the goal!"
I gripped a dry log and wove through the cadets, explanation rolling.
"Even dry wood doesn't ignite easy, so use tinder and expose it to flame long enough. Dry leaves work great, or bird feathers, beast fur—whatever."
"Wet wood? Spews tons of white smoke, drops fire temp, pops and crackles—watch for it in the field."
The cadets hung on my every word, breathless, eyes tracking me natural as breathing.
"No experience? Making a bonfire's tricky as hell. If it won't catch or smokes out, no shame—call the instructor for a demo... Okay, grab spots and start fire-building now."
My words dropped, and the cadets scattered like a shot, jockeying to claim prime real estate.
"Need help with the logs?"
"..."
Rike was straight-up creeped out by Robert's dogged persistence now.
Seria headed off with Chloe to forage tinder, and Robert latched on like it was his golden shot.
No matter how much Seria muscled in, this mess showed zero signs of wrapping.
She'd have to handle it herself.
Ignoring a guy flaunting his sleazy cravings seemed best... but he looked dead set on not quitting.
'Why? I told him the engagement's toast, but it doesn't stick...'
Common sense bounced right off this guy.
She'd held back from kicking up a fuss out of deference to her oppa's position... but this drag was gonna screw her quiet academy life.
Rike's mind fired on all cylinders, mapping paths to the perfect fix.
Cold logic should've ruled, but hot impulse churned instead.
'...'
Catching her lover's subtle eyebrow-frown of disgust at the scene, Rike hardened her resolve.
Crack!
She dropped the log in her hands atop Robert's stack.
"Uh... Rike?! Yeah! Lemme haul 'em! Heavy lifting's man's work~"
Grinning like he'd clinched it, he tailed her.
Even after trekking far from Seria's setup spot, Robert trailed with that same shit-eating grin.
...
"Instructor. Mind coming over a sec?"
"Huh?"
I grabbed my oppa's sleeve where he stood under the tree and led him into the woods.
Robert faltered a step but followed, logs in tow.
Rike had zero interest in him from jump, so his personality, his plays—total blank.
But as eldest son of a noble house, he had to keep face.
Heirs responsible for the family never show weakness before other nobles.
No telling what he'd pull if his paper fiancée was off gallivanting with some other dude.
If he spun this into payback on House Skadi, fine by her.
Fine if he blew up and nuked the engagement official-like.
Just... tough out the messy days after.
Ignoring his sticky clinging had hit its limit anyway.
It wasn't just her taking hits anymore.
Rike glanced back at Robert still hustling to parse the sitch and spoke.
"Leave the logs at our party's spot. I've got personal business with the instructor now, so please don't follow."
"Wha... wh-what?"
Robert froze mid-stride, face slack-jawed.
But he'd tail 'em for sure.
'No way I'm letting another man see my body... so... then...'
"What the hell does that mean...?"
Rike... personal business with that instructor?
His brain lagged, couldn't parse the words even after hearing 'em.
A sickening chill prickled his whole body; he chucked the logs and chased after the pair vanishing deeper into the woods without him.
A short way in, presences hit—no attempt to hide.
—Just one day apart and this thick a scent already... Hnnng... gonna blow from the smell alone...
'No... no way that's real...'
Robert peeked from behind a tree.
There was Rike, nose buried in the instructor's crotch, huffing like mad.
...His head flat-out rejected the sight.
That cutesy, sultry voice.
From blank-faced Rike, who eyed male cadets like rocks...?
So fake it screamed doppelganger monster.
—Built up good in just a day—don't waste a drop.
—Yeah...! Blast it all in my mouth...!
Rike started on the guy's belt, buzzing with excitement at the instructor's words.
Skilled fingers freed a massive cock, veins throbbing thick.
'Insane... st-stop it!!'
What Rike'd do next flashed crystal; Robert shook himself, stepping from cover.
One foot out—and her eyes locked his.
Pew-!
"...?"
A red needle-thing whipped past his cheek at blinding speed.
Cheek sliced thin, blood trickled; a crimson drop gleamed on Rike's fingertip trained on him.
Her stare alone spewed bone-chilling murder vibe—she knew he was there, spot-on.
Like: Watch good what I'm about to do.
The "move and you're dead" menace hit word-perfect.
Staring him down, she parted steamy lips and engulfed another man's cock.
—Chup... slrrp... pfha... schlurp...
'Why... why the fuck...'
Lewd slurps shattered the forest hush.
Oral pro, she hilted that monster root-deep over and over.
Vibe blew past any past-life porn clips.
Her loving, earnest service—face screaming bliss at nursing that filthy dick.
Instructor in awkward side-profile, rough paw stroking her head, lost in bliss.
Worse: he hated his own crotch stiffening from the show.
'Fuck...'
Horror clawed him; wanted to scream till his throat shredded.
Yell here—what'd Rike and instructor do?
That adventurer curb-stomping noble brats unmerciful—no forgetting.
Instructor too far off to notice yet... caught spying, they'd silence-kill him?
Rike or no— that flashed first.
Clawing for calm, her lethal glare iced him dead.
—Almost... haa... here it comes!
—Mmph!! Glrk...!
Scarred mitts clamped her head; instructor rammed cock home.
Rike's throat-fucked, eyes faintly red-veined, still death-staring him.
'...Enough.'
Her gullet bobbed, choking down some nightmare 'something'; she candy-sucked the tip, then swished the 'something' like mouthwash.
Gulp!
Swallow boomed like a bomb in his ears.
Lips smacked like still hungry; she grinned at him.
...Rike's first smile ever aimed his way.
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