Chapter 43

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 43

Chapter Title: Taming the Mesugaki (2)

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Let's talk a bit more about 'Bianca Beatrice'.

In the world of Academy's Tamer, she's a second-year bitch on steroids.

The community called her a mesugaki, or sometimes a kuso gaki.

Posts like that popped up all the time, which made her pretty popular in the community—and led to a lot of misconceptions.

Like thinking Bianca Beatrice was a main heroine.

...I get why people would assume that.

She's got killer looks, a personality and body that hit certain tastes right in the feels.

In a game where some folks push side-character nurses as your wife just 'cause they're cute, it's no surprise people simp for someone who screams "main heroine" like Bianca.

But after one normal ending and hundreds of bad ones, I knew better. Bianca Beatrice wasn't a main heroine.

There were a few reasons, but the biggest? She was useless in the final battle against the boss.

One of my criteria for a main heroine was how much she pulled her weight in the endgame showdown.

If we're talking heroines who actually shine in that final fight, it's just four—including Vivian and Lucia.

And Bianca Beatrice? Not one of them.

Look at Vivian's status screen. Bottom of her first-year class, and her magic power and intellect stats are insane.

But the real standout? That A+ rank trait, 'Blessing of Magic'.

Blessing of Magic

Think of it as the magic version of 'Prince on the Bed'.

Just like 'Prince on the Bed' buffs every bedroom activity, 'Blessing of Magic' boosts everything magic-related.

And "everything" means more than just casting—calculations, judgments, creation, analysis, the works.

Sounds OP as hell, right? But that's what it takes to shine against the final boss.

So what about Bianca?

Her stats and unique skills are decent for now, but her late-game potential sucks.

Bottom line: Bianca's just the key to awakening Vivian and hitting 100% taming on her.

'...Still, gotta攻略 her.'

Can't just skip her 'cause she's dead weight in the finale.

Like I said, she's the key to Vivian's awakening.

For Vivian's sake alone, I had to攻略 Bianca ASAP.

'Haa...'

...Truth is, if I'd gone the straight route, Vivian would've awakened before the inter-year tournament at finals, even without touching Bianca.

But right now, Vivian's on a hack job 'cause of my shortcuts. Neither dark awakening nor salvation awakening feels right.

Which makes攻略ing Bianca even more critical.

'...Gotta awaken Vivian before second semester starts, no matter what.'

If first semester was the prologue, second is the main story.

Shit hits the fan hard—events dwarfing everything so far, enemies inside and out gunning to smash Carnea Academy.

To stop it, I needed an awakened Vivian.

'...Alright, that about covers it.'

Once I'd sorted my thoughts, exhaustion crashed in.

But some nagging anxiety lingered in the back of my mind.

'Feels like... I forgot something...'

Like I'd overlooked something big, but...

'...If it's that important, it'll come to me.'

Couldn't fight the sleep any longer. Eyes shut.

School nurse Iris was trembling in fear right now.

'Wh-what the hell is this...?'

Her pristine infirmary was littered with unidentified candles everywhere, and smack in the center sat a chair like some shady ritual had gone down.

'Wh-what happened here...?'

If it was a blood-soaked battlefield, fine.

She'd trained to save lives there.

Even a horrifying monster? No problem.

Saving people from those was her calling.

...Ghosts, though? Hell no.

No physical form, popping up anytime, anywhere—ghosts were a no-go.

'Wh-what do I do...'

The candles everywhere just looked ominous.

Too scared to touch 'em in case of curses, she could only whimper when—

BAM! The infirmary door flew open.

"Eek!"

Iris shrieked and collapsed, slowly peeking open her eyes to see an unexpected face.

"Eu-Eugene...?"

Dumbass.

Muttered some bullshit about "if it's important, it'll come back" and crashed without cleaning up.

Bolted to the infirmary first thing, but the nurse was already there.

"...Why's it such a mess here first thing in the morning...?"

The nurse asked.

She didn't suspect me and the candles yet, but she'd figure it out soon.

Why else rush here at dawn?

After a beat, I bet on her fondness for me and went all-in.

"...Well... I didn't see you all weekend, so... I missed you, Teach."

"Huh?!"

"...Sorry... That came out of nowhere. Forget I said it."

"...N-no, it's fine. Really..."

The nurse brushed back her hair with a soft smile.

'...Phew.'

Lame excuse even by my standards, but her affection must've stacked up nice.

"...Thanks for saying that. So, what's all this?"

I played dumb, pointing at the candles like I'd never seen 'em.

Her eyes welled up.

"...I-I don't know. Came in this morning and found 'em everywhere... Feels bad ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠vibes, so I was gonna report to the headmaster..."

Cold sweat down my back.

No way that could happen.

Word of an intruder would tighten security big time.

Still plenty of midnight academy snacks to devour—no can do.

"...Y'know, I've seen these before... Pretty sure it's how you summon a sealed evil spirit from some hidden basement."

"Eek...! I-is there really something like that under the academy, Eugene?!"

"Just rumors."

Not a total lie.

There were rumors of a sealed evil spirit in the basement.

But as far as I knew, no such thing existed.

"Th-then shouldn't we report it? Wh-what if it's a curse...?"

I cut off her worried scan of the room with a firm tone.

"Nah, stirring up a fuss would just spread the rumors more. Looks like they only lit the candles—no real harm. I'll clean 'em up just to be safe."

"B-but what if you get cursed...?"

"Never heard of getting cursed just from picking up candles."

As I gathered them one by one, she tugged my sleeve.

"Th-thanks... I'm weak to ghosts and stuff like that..."

"No biggie. Got my look at you, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Teach—I'm out."

All candles collected, turning to leave— she grabbed my hand.

"...Wait... Since you're here, wanna have some tea before you go?"

Checked the clock—plenty of time before class.

"...Sure."

Sat at her desk. She soon returned with fragrant black tea.

Sipped it, then asked with a hint of regret.

"...Got any milk?"

"...M-milk?"

"Nah, if not, it's cool."

That milk tea stuck with me, but I wasn't that shameless.

"Oh, n-no, let me check... W-wait a sec."

She ducked behind the curtained bed area, emerging ages later beet red.

"...H-here's a bottle left over."

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand shook like crazy.

Wondered if it was precious.

"If it's valuable, no need to—"

"No."

She cut me off firmly.

"...It's milk I... worked hard to squeeze out. Please drink it."

Couldn't say no to that.

Gulp—

"Ahh..."

Still heavenly—one sip and the praise spilled out.

"...Um... Eugene."

I drained the milk tea in seconds. She sidled up, laid her hand on mine, whispering sweetly.

"...Belly feeling better now?"

I wasn't born yesterday.

...The nurse was seducing me.

"Still hurts a little."

No reason to turn her down—I'd already decided to攻略 her.

"Oh no... Lie down here. Teacher'll rub it for you."

She patted the bed. I rested my head on her thigh, natural as could be.

Short skirt meant soft skin straight-up contact.

"Here goes... rubbing now."

"...!"

Sudden sensation—eyes went wide.

Before, she'd rubbed over clothes. Today? Hand slipped under.

I glanced up, flustered. She wore a gentle smile—no trace of the ghost-freakouter.

"Hee hee, it's fine... Direct skin contact works better."

Swish-swish—swish-swish—

Just the sound of her hand on my belly in the empty infirmary.

'...This.'

Each stroke downward... slow...

But definite.

Swish—

"..."

"..."

No words, but we both knew where that hand was headed.

Plop—

Fingertip snagged my pants.

Could still back off, play it as a slip.

But...

She leaned in close, whispering with resolve.

"...How's the lower part feeling, Eugene?"

Milky sweet breath.

I answered, entranced.

"Kinda... hurts."

"Then... let Teacher check it out more..."

Her hand crept into my pants...

"Anyone there?"

Knock knock—and a male student's voice.

"Hnggh?!"

Nurse yelped weirdly, bolted up.

Drew the curtain around my bed and dashed out.

"Y-yes, come in."

"...Huh? Teacher, your face is red—are you okay?"

"F-fine! Anyway, wh-what's up?"

"Think I ate something bad—stomach hurts..."

"Oh, h-hold on..."

Peeking through the curtain gap: she whipped up meds at blur speed.

"Haa... haa... This'll fix the pain. Take it."

"...Thanks."

Shooed the kid out in a flash, then back to the bed.

"...Um... Eugene."

Mood shattered, awkward air hung thick. No time left either.

"..."

"..."

Silence broken—I spoke first.

"...Gotta head out. Class starting soon."

"...Y-yeah, you should... But... Eugene..."

"...Yeah?"

"...You'll come see me tomorrow, right?"

Her melting voice had me nodding before I knew it.