Reforming the Alchemy Genius Hazel (1)
It was only the second day of my unexpected life as an academy professor, something that had never been in my stars. I knew nothing about student guidance or teaching, but since I'd started, I wanted to do it right.
Buzdra Academy had ordered Hazel to perform a week of community service due to the salamander incident. But she'd ignored it and skipped out without permission. If the absences dragged on, the academy was preparing even harsher discipline: suspension. I had to step in and mediate.
I wasn't sure if I could convince her, but I figured I'd at least hear her out first.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm Kang Naru, the 12th-year Harmony Department assistant professor in charge of Hazel from Buzdra Academy."
A grand mansion with a holy goddess statue in the garden. The maid opened the front gate. Following her lead, I entered the building and soon arrived at the reception room, where I chatted with Hazel's mother for about thirty minutes. Her occupation as a high priestess showed in her solemn, pious demeanor and every word and gesture.
"I'm sorry. Hazel refuses to come out of her room. Would you mind going in yourself?"
"Sure, I'll do that."
A short while later, I entered Hazel's room alone and closed the door behind me. The spacious room was neatly arranged, filled with religious crafts and paintings that caught my eye everywhere. I turned my gaze to the bed.
"Hazel. You're an adult now. It's time to stop hiding."
Hazel lay sprawled on the massive bed, buried under the covers. She didn't even acknowledge my entrance. I grabbed a chair from the desk, pulled it beside the bed, and leaned back as I sat.
"You'll come to the academy tomorrow, right?"
"……"
"Your friends miss you. Angelina feels bad about it."
"Liar! She's not the type to apologize!"
Hazel's voice came muffled from under the blanket. Good—she was willing to talk.
"You nearly hurt Angelina badly too. Lydia was in danger as well. But the girls didn't say much. They must really like you."
"……"
I waited for her response. When none came, I pulled out the materials I'd prepared from my bag.
"I pulled some data to talk with you about. I was swamped adapting to work today, but I hunted this down during every break."
I held up the folder from my bag. It was Hazel's student record.
"Remember our meeting yesterday? While we talked, I figured out why you three ended up in RS Class. Angelina has abnormally low mana compared to others, Lydia has psychological trauma from her burns. But you... I couldn't understand. You seem perfectly fine, so why the bad grades? That's why I checked your records. Turns out, from first year to ninth, you were top of the class without fail—a model student. The notes say you showed exceptional talent and insight in pharmacology and alchemy. Professors raved about you until three years ago."
No reaction. The blanket stayed still.
"Did you get hooked on porn books starting in tenth grade?"
Hazel bolted upright and hurled a pillow at me.
"Get out!"
Thud. It hit my face and dropped. Nice aim.
"Got it."
I stood and headed for the door.
"I haven't breathed a word about this to your mom while mediating for you, but now I'll tell her everything nice and slow."
"Stop!"
Pat pat pat. Hazel, in her loose pajamas, dashed over and spread her arms to block the door.
"Are you crazy?"
"Didn't you just tell me to leave?"
"You want to see me die?"
"Promise you'll go to the academy tomorrow, and I won't say a thing."
"Fine! I'll go! Happy now?"
"Thanks."
I flashed a grin. About time.
"Keep that promise."
I returned to my spot, tucked the folder back in my bag, and prepared to leave. Easier than expected. I could head home, mess around a bit before bed instead of crashing right away. Sweet.
As I inwardly celebrated, Hazel crept closer, peeking slyly, then looked up with shy eyes and whispered softly.
"Before you go... will you hear me out?"
"If my student wants to talk, of course. Go ahead."
I sat back in the chair, crossed my legs, and rested my laced hands on my knee.
"Got worries?"
"You already know."
Hazel perched on the bed's edge and bowed her head. Her pajama top gaped open, revealing the deep valley of her full, perky breasts. I cleared my throat.
"You like lewd stuff?"
"Yes..."
"It's not wrong for an adult to be into that. Happens. I check out porn sometimes too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"But mine's extreme. Angelina probably blabbed everything anyway, so I'll be straight: I think I'm addicted to lewd stuff. Every time I see a guy, dirty thoughts flood in. Especially hot ones like you, Professor. I can't focus on studies. Even the night before exams, I just masturbate, and my scores tank."
"Hmm... tanking to zero? That's beyond serious."
"Truth is..."
Hazel glanced at me, then ducked her head again.
"I skipped school today because of you, Professor..."
"Why?"
"You look like a guy my age, but so handsome... After embarrassing myself in front of you, I was too ashamed to face the academy... But now that we're alone in my room..."
She giggled.
"It feels comfy. Heh heh heh..."
"I do look younger than other professors. We're only three or four years apart, after all."
"You... got divorced, right?"
"Yeah."
"So you've done it with a woman...?"
"Have."
"How?"
"Want details on me banging my ex-wife?"
"Sorry. Lewd thoughts hit again..."
Hazel pressed a hand to her chest and sighed.
"See? Guy's body, and boom—dirty mind. Haah."
I uncrossed my legs and folded my arms, pondering with her.
Hmm... Any way to snap Hazel out of her lewd fantasies? Might boost her grades.
I scratched my head.
"How many times a month do you masturbate?"
"A month? Why think monthly? Ten times a day? No, fourteen?"
"Fourteen times a day?! That much?"
"Feels so good each time..."
"You got the stamina? Not exhausting?"
"I'm too healthy—it's a problem. Insane libido."
That's not healthy; that's addiction.
"Professor... could you show me your dick?"
"What?"
Whoa. Getting bold.
"Your dick, your dick. The one down there..."
"I get it—don't point. What good would seeing mine do?"
"Curious what it looks like. Only seen in books... never real."
"If I show you my dick, we're no longer teacher and student."
"Why? I can handle it..."
"Ace your next exam, and I'll show you."
I have no idea why I said that. Slipped out as a joke. But Hazel perked up at my casual quip.
"Show me if I study hard?"
"Yeah."
Whatever happens, happens. Grades won't skyrocket overnight.
"You'll claim it was a lie then?"
"Won't."
Caught me off guard. Sharper than I thought.
"How can I trust you?"
"Ever seen a teacher lie?"
"All the time?"
"Don't spread rumors to other kids. This is our secret."
"Think my lips are loose? Then I've got good stuff."
Hazel crossed the room to a dresser, rummaged, and pulled out a small glass vial. She shook the purple liquid inside.
"Know what this is? Duabus Secretum."
Duabus Secretum. A potion that sealed secrets between two people from the world. Pricey for a student...
"Where'd you get it?"
"Made it myself."
"You?"
Damn, smart kid. Wasting that brain on nonsense.
"We drink this, and we'll keep each other's secrets for thirty days."
Without warning, Hazel popped the cork and chugged half, then offered it to me.
"Your turn."
"Drink without asking?"
"I'm serious. Professor, keep your promise."
She means business. Passionate, even. If this fixes her grades, my eval goes up, Melissa's happy, even the principal...
"Study hard."
"Yes."
I sniffed the rim, then downed it. My experience confirmed: real Duabus Secretum. A student brewing this? Impressive.
"See? Drained it."
I took her hand and chanted the linking spell. Then opened my eyes.
"Done. Good?"
"Now we can't tell anyone if we do lewd stuff together."
She grinned slyly. Scheming vibe.
"Changed my mind. Skipping tomorrow."
"What? No take-backs! You promised!"
"Bad promise. Just seeing your dick after grades improve? Lame."
"Wanna touch?"
"Wanna fuck."
"Oh god."
I clutched my head. Clever girl.
"Show dick now for tomorrow's attendance. Fuck if grades rise. Deal?"
"Your virginity? Hymen?"
"Don't worry. Broke it a year ago masturbating with a branch."
Jesus. Sex maniac.
"Couldn't hold back. Do it daily now."
I glanced at the trash. Broken branches. Poor things.
"Show me your dick already!"
Hazel bounced onto the bed, beaming.
"No show, no school tomorrow! Can't snitch to Mom now—Duabus Secretum! Haha!"
I pondered.
Just satisfy her lust?
Quench it, reform the masturbation addict? I eyed her seriously.
"First, show me your study resolve. Dick reveal tomorrow in class, after you show up."
"I'm coming, swear!"
"Not convinced. Prove it tomorrow."
"Don't tease! I wanna see now! Please, Professor! Panties soaked from excitement!"
"Won't beg empty-handed."
I approached her pouting on the bed, grabbed her wrist, and shoved her hand down my pants without a word.
"Motivation service. Feel it. That's a dick."
"Gasp...!"
Hazel's mouth gaped.
"P-Professor, it's s-soft and squishy...!"
"Not hard yet. Whoa, balls there. Okay, that's enough."
I pulled her hand out and fixed my pants.
"Erection tomorrow. Touch more? Show up."
"A guy's dick... ah... finally touched one..."
Hazel looked blissful. We chatted briefly; she vowed to attend. Leaving the dazed girl, I exited.
One thing sure: no branches surviving tonight in this house.
"Goodbye."
"Take care."
Walking from Hazel's house, I ducked into a dark spot and puked.
"Urk, hack hack."
Spit out all the Duabus Secretum. I'm the hero. Poison threats anytime; countermeasures always ready. Rare gear 'Enraged Bull Bernkin's Stomach'—acquired ages ago, always implanted. Dual stomachs. Food goes to the bull one first. Vomit in time limit, no real ingestion—easy purge.
"Don't underestimate a hero, Hazel."
I smirked, wiping my lips.
"Hope you show tomorrow."
Light steps homeward. If Hazel buckles down, I'd honor our deal. Only way to save a lewd-obsessed girl: drown her in the real thing.