Another Power of Semen
Plop! Ashley dunked her face into the lake.
It was the morning after Naru had brushed her off. Right after that, she'd turned the carriage around and headed straight for a lakeside near the King's Capital.
For the first time in her life, she swam in natural lake water. It was exhilarating.
She'd thought the curse could never be lifted. She'd figured she'd never get to enjoy this beautiful act again. But now, she was tasting the greatest joy of her life.
"Kyaa! Haha!"
"You try it too!"
Splash! Splish! Splash!
Her younger sister Serena was splashing around with Roberini, reveling in the fun.
Ahh, so this is what natural water feels like.
She'd only ever gazed at bathwater before, but drinking in and swimming through nature's water felt incredible. The underwater scenery was fascinating, and spotting live fish was a delight.
"...A gift from Naru."
Ashley paused mid-swim, staring blankly into the water for a few minutes.
She hadn't realized Naru had endured two whole years of agony to make this happen. If she'd known, she would've treated him better.
"He did it all for me..."
Thinking back, she hadn't done a thing for him as a wife. It felt like all she'd ever done was nag and scrape at him.
Suddenly, she felt depressed. No doubt her husband would regain his fame with his skills—what if he outshone her? They ran in the same social circles; how could she face him every day at gatherings?
What should she do? Burst into tears in front of him and beg forgiveness? She had to grab him tight before he slipped away for good...
Ashley's mind swirled with a chaotic mess of thoughts. Then her eyes landed on Serena and Roberini, frolicking wildly right in front of her. Her gaze narrowed instinctively.
If they hadn't egged me on. If they hadn't rushed me to ditch my husband and trade up!
She never would've divorced Naru...
"You bitches."
Ashley seethed for no good reason.
The classroom had burned down yesterday, so today they were in a temporary tent structure for class.
"I can see there are only two of you, but I'll call roll anyway. Angelina."
Angelina, lounging on the plush sofa, shot her hand up.
"Yes, Assistant Professor! Good morning!"
She was as energetic and spirited as ever today.
"Yeah, good morning."
"Did you have breakfast?"
"Yep."
"Good thing. You need a solid breakfast to stay healthy all day. Make sure you eat every morning."
"Got it."
A bright smile slipped out unbidden.
"Next. Lydia."
Lydia, seated at the very back, quietly raised her hand.
"Why isn't Hazel here? Anyone know?"
"I think it's my fault, Assistant Professor."
"Because of yesterday?"
"Yes!"
"Nah, she's probably just sick."
He kept a straight face, but Angelina was probably right. Yesterday, Hazel's secret had been exposed so blatantly... Maybe the shock had kept her home.
Even he'd be too embarrassed to show up if his kink for lewd stuff got broadcast to the world. Angelina had basically publicly executed her. He hoped it wouldn't blow up. Maybe visit her house after work...
Mulling that over, he checked today's schedule.
"First period is Professor Mandarik's Harmony with Nature. Everyone bring your textbooks? Let's get ready and head out."
Angelina thrust her hand up.
"Assistant Professor! I'm all set! We can leave anytime."
"Okay, give me a sec."
As the students' gofer, the assistant professor had a few things to grab. Water bottles in case they got thirsty. A notebook to track their progress. And his own personal notes to jot down lecture points—he'd review them later for individual feedback on anything unclear.
Gathering it all, he stood.
"Lydia, you ready?"
"Not going."
"Huh?"
"I'm staying here."
"What about lecture?"
"Skipping."
"Assistant Professor, Lydia never attends lectures. She just lounges in the classroom all day then goes home."
"Whoa."
Maybe because of all the bandages? But what was the difference from straight-up skipping?
"Come on, let's go. Up you get."
"No."
Lydia slumped over her desk, burying her face in her arms. A pang of pity hit him at the sparse hairs poking out from her bandages.
"Fine. But next lecture, you're there."
No choice—he headed to the lecture hall with just Angelina.
"Your limp's gone?"
"Yeah, got treated."
"Whoa, really!? Congrats!"
"Thanks."
In the bustling lecture hall full of students, he spotted Assistant Professor Anne and some guy. He seated Angelina up front, then approached them with a greeting.
"Hey."
"Thought you'd bail after causing that mess yesterday."
Anne was as listless as ever. Her hair was a mess—probably from pulling an all-nighter on research.
"First time seeing you. I'm Holland, in charge of EK group in Harmony."
A thirty-something with a stylish mustache offered a handshake. Naru gripped it with a smile.
"Naru. Nice to meet you."
"No need for formalities between assistant profs. How's RS group? Not too tough?"
"Second day, so hard to say."
"Still the chaotic phase. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Professor Mandarik arrived, so they cut the chat and entered the small room set aside for assistants. Transparent glass walls let them peer into the hall. It was for taking notes alongside the students, but assistants had freedom to multitask.
Anne spread research notes and got to work. Holland hummed and flipped through a fashion mag. Naru opened his notebook and took a deep breath.
Heart's racing for no reason.
How long since he'd been in a group learning setting? Not since Korea.
Dipped his pen in ink. Tuned into the professor's voice from the hall.
Gotta work hard.
He scrawled the first bold letters on the blank page.
"We're practicing parrying enemy attacks with your weapons. Mages use wands or staves, swordsmen swords, holy knights shields. Who wants to go first?"
The training grounds. Melissa was mid-lecture.
She beckoned the students, but they shuffled and eyed each other warily.
"Huh? What's with you lot? Get out here."
"W-We might die sparring the professor...?"
"I'll go easy, idiot. Why's a guy like you so chicken? Fine, you come out."
"Gulp."
"Hurry up, kid."
Melissa faced the male student, sword in hand. He thrust forward a massive rectangular tower shield, eyes wide with terror.
"Hold it like that. I'll go light, no worries."
"Y-Yes..."
Light shimmered along Melissa's blade as aura coated it.
"Everyone watch close. Parrying's crucial in combat. It's not just blocking—it's countering too. Reflect the attack and shatter their balance in one go."
She eyed the boy.
"Don't freak. I'll fire one, two sword beams. Count to three in your head, infuse Mirror Shield on your shield to deflect everything. Angle it so no one else gets hurt. Got it?"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
"Here goes."
Melissa raised her sword, pulling her power way back. Full force would've killed him. She planned the weakest beams possible.
"One... two."
She swung on cue. Crescent sword beams shot fast at the boy.
He raised his shield and yelled desperately.
"Three!"
Blue energy rippled over the tower shield.
Melissa beamed.
"Good! Now angle it right and bounce—huh?"
"Gwah!"
Boom!
A massive explosion hurled the boy far away. A straight 100-meter gouge scarred the dirt.
He was luckily unhurt, but the watching students gawked in fear at Melissa. No one wanted to spar now.
Melissa blinked dumbly.
"What...?"
She stared at her hands. She hadn't put that much force—why'd the beam pack such a punch?
"Come to think of it..."
Her body'd felt off since morning. Mana thrashed like a live fish, hard to control. But it wasn't bad—pure, refined mana flowed cleanly, impurities filtered out. Felt great. And the amount? Easily 1.5 times her usual.
Quality and quantity up, so technique power spiked. But why?
Nothing special done.
Left work late last night, creampied by Naru then crashed. Woke to another load before breakfast... Ah!
That was it! Naru's semen!
Beyond skin care, another effect? Especially injected deep—boosting mana purity and volume?
"Oho..."
Melissa licked her upper lip, murmuring.
"So that's it."
Before long, 6 p.m. The day's grind finally ended.
Day two at the academy. Overwhelmed learning curve—memorizing profs, assistants, even building layouts and bathroom spots per lecture.
"Take care."
"Good work."
Last was the full Harmony department meeting in Melissa's office. Then he left campus.
Melissa'd shot him these... smoldering glances all meeting. Wishful thinking? Looked like she eyed prey, hungry enough to devour him right there. Why? He'd find out at home later.
Anyway, post-work, he wasn't heading home. Destination: Hazel's place. Drop off today's notes, counsel her too.
"Gonna give her a stern talking-to so she can't skip tomorrow."
Soon after. Hazel's room.
Hazel, sitting across from him, dropped a bombshell.
"Show me your dick with your pants off, Assistant Professor, and I'll go to the academy tomorrow."
"Right now? Here?"
"Yeah... Angelina already blabbed everything, so I'll be straight. I... think I'm addicted to lewd stuff. Can't stop dirty thoughts around guys. Especially hot ones like you, Assistant Professor. Screws my focus. Even exam eve, I just masturbate—grades always zero..."
Whoa. Big problem. Show the dick or not?