Sticking a Gas Pump in Angelina's Butt (3)
"Stop them!"
"Grab her!"
The students rushed in and barely managed to pull the two apart.
"How dare a lowborn like you defy me?"
Alicia, her hair disheveled, was seething with rage.
"I'll make sure you never set foot in this academy again—turn you into a cripple."
Her friends swiftly grabbed Angelina's arms and snickered.
"Mash her up good, miss."
"We'll break her without a trace."
"Let go! Let me go!"
Angelina struggled to break free but couldn't budge an inch.
Alicia strode back to her seat, grabbed not a wooden training sword but a real one, and returned.
"This is the price for defying me."
Shing.Clack.
The moment she channeled mana to draw the blade from its sheath, a hand blocked it, shoving it back in.
"Who the hell—?"
She turned to see Naru standing there.
"What do you think you're doing? Get back to your seat."
Good thing I spotted it before things escalated further. The moment I entered the classroom, I held Alicia back.
"Drawing a sword means severe disciplinary action. I'll report it straight to the student guidance professor myself. Cut it out and get back to your seat."
"You again? I could have you fired too! Get out of here!"
That set Angelina off yelling.
"Touch our assistant professor, and you won't get away with it!"
"Is she insane?"
Alicia got even more worked up. But Angelina's eyes were spinning wilder from the fury.
"I'll kill you, then you kill me—bring it!"
"Calm down, Angelina. You lot, back off."
I shooed away the girls holding her, pulled her into a hug, and stroked her back. She looked fine on the outside, but she was trembling like a leaf inside—scared out of her wits.
"Let's step out and get some air."
Angelina nodded eagerly, her face on the verge of tears.
"What the hell?! What's going on here?!"
Public morals TA Wigrev showed up, looking flustered. At the same time, Hazel and Lydia entered the classroom. The three quickly sized up the situation and split to opposite sides.
"What do you think you're doing to our lady?! Assistant Professor Naru!"
"Can't you see Alicia pulled a sword, TA? Alicia! Be honest! You started it, right? I'll make you spill everything with truth serum—tell the facts!"
"Ah, maybe I should start bullying kids too? Starting with you, Alicia?"
"Hilarious."
Alicia sneered.
"You think I'll shake just 'cause you're threatening me?"
"What's all this commotion?"
Professors from the next classroom over rushed in after hearing the noise. Four of them, including the student guidance professor. Things had blown up bigger than expected. I vowed to protect Angelina no matter what.
"Did you two fight?"
"Professor! Angelina hit me!"
"What?"
"Alicia! You think Angelina would hit you for no reason?"
Hazel was genuinely pissed. She scoffed at Alicia's words, then suddenly pulled a spray bottle of truth serum from her bag and misted it right in Alicia's face.
"Gah! Cough! Cough!"
"You'll only speak the truth for the next hour!"
"Student Hazel, using drugs outside of class on campus is prohibited. Ten demerit points."
"Eek…"
"Student Alicia, continue what you were saying. Where did Angelina hit you?"
"……!"
Alicia's eyes went wide as she clamped her mouth shut. She'd noticed something was off.
"Speak up. Who started picking the fight?"
"Student Angelina, who started it?"
"Alicia was bullying me."
"Is that so? Student Alicia, is what Angelina said true? If you don't speak, we'll take it as admission."
Under the professors' prodding, Alicia finally mumbled and opened her mouth.
"M-my maids and I bullied her first! Huh? Th-that's not what I meant to say! I swear!"
Alicia's friends furrowed their brows and glanced at each other.
"Maids? You mean us?"
"We just kissed up 'cause she spends well."
The student guidance professor asked gravely again.
"Calm down, Student Alicia. The truth serum's forcing the truth out. Anyway, why did you bully her?"
"Angelina's lowborn, her grades suck, and it's fun picking on her! Mmph!"
Alicia's face was a sight—desperate not to say it, but spilling pure facts, driving her mad. She thumped her chest in frustration.
"What messed up your hair?"
"Angelina couldn't take the bullying, snapped, and charged at me."
"Do you admit your fault, Student Alicia?"
"I don't wanna, but yeah. I wasn't gonna bully her that bad—just a little. Mmph!"
The spectacle was so comical that the surrounding students struggled not to burst out laughing. Angelina was beaming now, and Hazel and Lydia looked pained holding back their giggles.
"We can't hold class here—let's move. Everyone involved, follow me. We'll review thoroughly in the student guidance office and decide on discipline."
That day, Alicia and her friends were disciplined for repeatedly bullying Angelina. Ten days of community service, fifty hours of special training, thirty demerit points. Angelina got ten points for hitting Alicia.
By the end of the day, as Alicia stormed out of the guidance office fuming and headed home, she shot me a venomous glare in the hallway—no reflection, still a nasty temper. But one thing was clear: she wouldn't act out so freely anymore. The professors would watch her every move from now on.
On the way home, I took Angelina to the bustling streets to cheer her up. Time for some counseling too.
Truth be told, I was shocked hearing she'd charged at Alicia. She always seemed so cheerful and bright—no way she'd throw a punch. Had they backed her into such a corner?
So, plan was fresh air to lift her spirits. Nothing else on my mind.
I'd love to test my semen on her mana deficiency, but that means sex, breaking her virginity. In this society, a virgin's purity matters—a lot. No need to take Angelina's just for that.
Unless she wants it. Like Lydia demanding I take responsibility.
I could handle Angelina too. Got plenty from the queen lately.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Sandwich pops into my head first."
Angelina answered like the model student she was.
"This ain't school. Loosen up. But that's too cheap, no?"
"Is it? Then expensive food by my standards… I don't go to restaurants much, so I dunno."
"I'll lead—follow me."
"Yes, Assistant Professor! Looking forward to it!"
Hit a fancy restaurant, ordered only pricey dishes. Table loaded, Angelina's jaw dropped.
"I'm common-born—never tried food like this!"
"Eat your fill. Go wild."
"Can I take leftovers?"
"Pack 'em up. I'll tell 'em."
"Thank you! Dig in!"
Angelina's eyes sparkled as she devoured it all. Bellies full and moods high, we strolled by the river chatting till nightfall, then hit a bar. Needed booze to loosen her tongue for real talk.
"Don't drink too much—you gotta get home."
"I don't wanna go home tonight…"
"Where you gonna crash then?"
"Can I sleep over at your place, Assistant Professor?"
"I live with someone. Big trouble if I bring you."
"What's the odds I'd get kidnapped sleeping on the street?"
"A cute student like you? Hundred percent. Don't."
Something bad at home? She seemed reluctant to go back.
"Ah~ So sweet. Way different from the booze I tried before."
"How was the last one?"
"Lydia snuck some to school months ago—tasted bitter. This doesn't."
"You two drank together?"
"She brought booze secretly; Hazel, her, and I shared. Ah! No misunderstanding—another assistant prof was there."
"Lotsa kids smuggle booze into the academy?"
"Other houses do it too. Drink after lunch, magic away the smell. Sniffers like strict profs catch ya."
"Booze hounds."
"Hehe, not me."
Slender thing—few drinks and she was tipsy fast. Her straight posture slumped against the chair back, cheeks rosy, speech a tad slurred, but smiling bright. Giggling, staring at me.
"Got a question. Why let Hazel and Lydia get all touchy? They cling like it's nothing."
"Hm, 'cause I like it?"
"You like that, Assistant Professor?"
"Yeah. Being close to the kids is nice."
"I hate it. Pervert?"
Aigoo. She's wasted. Mouth got foul.
"Ease up on the drinks. We're heading out soon."
"No way, not going. Burp!"
Sudden downpour outside.
"Whoa, rain. Listen to it pour. Nice and heavy. Heh…"
"Shit, no umbrella."
"Perfect. Let's crash here."
"This is a bar, not an inn."
"Saw an inn upstairs when we came in?"
"You did? Busted, tsk. Anyway, Angelina—any worries lately?"
"Worries? Yeah. Hehe. I'm the only outcast."
"Why you? Everyone adores you."
"Liar. Be honest. Burp! You hate me 'cause I'm the only flunker, right?"
"No lies—I think about you more than the others lately."
Headache-level more.
"Why?"
"Wondering how to help you."
"You can't, Assistant Professor. Born mana-less. Sad, huh. Heehee."
"What if we could fix that constitution?"
I asked seriously.
"Would you do anything?"
If she says yes, we're heading upstairs.