Chapter 44
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: How to Tame a Bratty Girl (3)
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'...I'm late.'
I'd left what I thought was plenty of time, but I still ended up running behind.
If I hadn't hesitated back at the infirmary...
—You'll come see me again tomorrow, right?
I shook my head as the nurse's voice echoed in my mind again.
'Must be a glitch...?'
No matter how I thought about it, the infirmary nurse's charm wasn't at extra level.
I cracked open the classroom door to peek inside. Professor Loreos was scribbling something on the blackboard.
Tap—tap—
I eased the door open quietly and slipped in.
But right then—
"Eugene Calliope."
Loreos called my name without even turning around.
"...Yes, Professor."
"You're late."
"Sorry."
"...You may not realize this, but on the battlefield, punctuality is more important than anything."
Here we go again.
Don't get me wrong—I fundamentally respect Professor Loreos.
"Sometimes, a single hour, no, a mere ten minutes can decide the outcome of a war. This is a story from when I was still serving in the military..."
But if you've heard that story more than fifty times, it's not entirely my fault for having disloyal thoughts like these.
"It was the worst. Our weapons and food supplies were depleted. Every soldier was prepared to die as we readied for our final stand..."
I let out an involuntary yawn, and somehow he noticed, furrowing his brow as he spoke.
"...Hoh. So my stories bore you, do they? Fine. Stay after class today. It's been a while—time for some mental re-education."
"...Yes, sir."
I bit my lip hard at his words.
Damn it.
This throws off my plans.
Normally, I'd just chalk up special training to physical conditioning and let it slide, but today I had something absolutely necessary to take care of.
...But Loreos wasn't the type to let me slip away easily.
I had to find some way out.
'Hoo...'
I swallowed a sigh and took my seat. Vivian, catching my eye, bowed her head deeply.
Through her disheveled hair, I spotted the bandage wrapped around her neck.
It wasn't for an injury.
'...Well, it is a mark, I guess?'
As I recalled yesterday's memories while staring at the bandage hiding the handprints on her neck—
Loreos rapped on the lectern and spoke.
"I trust you're all preparing well for the inter-year tournament coming up soon."
"..."
The whole class went dead silent, like mice frozen in fear.
And they had good reason.
Class 1 might stand a chance, but almost no one thought Class 5 could beat the second-years.
"Inter-Year Tournament"
A tournament-style exam held as the first-semester finals.
First-years face off against second-years, second-years against third-years, and so on.
You might ask why second-years fight twice—but the ones in the middle always have it the hardest.
The inter-year tournament isn't scored purely on wins and losses.
Common sense dictates that upperclassmen who've had an extra year of training are stronger.
The tournament's very purpose is to show off the academy's effective education by making underclassmen feel that "wall."
So normally, the juniors give up on winning from the start and focus on showing what they've learned...
"Three of them."
Loreos thought differently, apparently.
"Our goal is to beat three of them. If we fail—improbably though it may be—we'll undergo intensive mental fortitude training for a full week starting that day."
Sighs rippled through the classroom.
With vacation right after finals, everyone was busy planning their fun—extra training was the last thing they wanted.
Then Loreos slammed the lectern with a confident grin.
"Don't worry. I have a surefire way to win."
Everyone perked up, leaning in.
I was no exception.
'...No way?'
I might finally learn the secret behind Loreos's hidden strength.
At that moment, he crossed his arms with a serious look.
"That's right. Special training."
...Yeah, that guy definitely had some screws loose.
Lick—lick—
In the old faculty storage room, women with purple and silver hair were licking my cock.
"Haa... slurp."
"Mmph... haa..."
While Vivian sucked on the shaft with her lips, Lucia swallowed the tip whole, flicking it with the end of her tongue.
"...Ngh... haa..."
Vivian licked down the shaft, then dragged her tongue from under my balls like she was wiping them clean.
Lucia's sticky, squeezing suction and Vivian's earnest but slightly clumsy efforts—both were plenty arousing.
"...Vivian, there's something you need to do."
"...Y-yes... Master Eugene."
I hadn't even said it yet, but Vivian was already stripping off her gym clothes.
She'd been training right up until just before lunch, so she must've been sweaty, but there was no unpleasant smell—just pure excitement.
"...I'll serve you with my breasts..."
Blushing, Vivian buried my cock between her tits.
Squish—
Lucia's breasts were plenty big, but Vivian's felt truly massive.
"Heh..."
As Vivian gave me a titjob, Lucia drizzled saliva into her cleavage to make it slick.
Squelch—squelch—
The soft yet firm pressure wrapping around me felt so good my hips wanted to buck on their own, but that wasn't what I wanted right now.
"...Vivian."
"...Haa... yes... Master Eugene... order me... anything..."
"...Then, after school today, go to Loreos and ask him for special training."
"...Ngh... y-yes... huh?"
Vivian's eyes went wide as saucers as she blinked at me.
Lucia shot her a glare from the side.
"Vivian, since when do you question Master's words?"
"Ah... s-sorry... Master..."
Under Lucia's warning, Vivian bowed her head deeply in apology.
"It's fine. You're still learning, aren't you?"
I stroked her head gently, full of sympathy.
I'd be thrown off too.
Here she was, serving me diligently, and suddenly I tell her to go beg for special training.
But I had something crucial to check this afternoon.
So the plan was to toss Vivian at Loreos as a sacrifice and slip away in the meantime.
"...Th-thank you..."
Unable to refuse my order, Vivian resumed the titjob with a miserable pout.
I averted my eyes, pretending not to notice, and stared off into the distance.
"Hng... mmph..."
As I savored Vivian's soft breasts, I cheered her on silently.
'...She won't die from it, at least... Hang in there, Vivian!'
After school, using Vivian as bait to evade Loreos, I arrived at the second-years' training room.
Creeeak—
It wasn't forbidden by academy rules for first-years to enter, but there was an unspoken agreement among students to steer clear.
But today, even if it were banned, I had to check something.
'This spot should work.'
I hunkered down in the corner of the spectator seats, peeking out just my eyes.
It was inconspicuous enough already.
Sitting on the floor instead of a chair, no one would notice unless they looked hard.
'...She's really going at it.'
Glancing down, my observation target was warming up.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The sharp sound of fists cutting the air was fierce.
Just from this, I could tell she hadn't been slacking.
It was Bianca Beatrice.
A face anyone would peg as Vivian's sister.
Her hair was a lighter shade of purple, though, and compared to Vivian, her pitifully—agonizingly—petite height and build made her look like the little sister.
Thud—!
Then the main doors burst open as three guys stormed in at once.
The muscular one who seemed like the leader stepped forward and bellowed.
"Bianca Beatrice!"
"Haa..."
Bianca sighed wearily and continued in a bored tone.
"You actually showed up. Haven't learned your lesson after getting your ass kicked?"
"...You sneaky bitch, acting all high and mighty after winning with dirty tricks."
"Sneaky? Ha, I can't think of anything more fair and square than beating someone down with your fists."
Grind—
At a loss for words, the guy's face flushed red as he stomped up the dueling platform steps.
"You whore, I'm gonna rip that mouth off you today."
"Bring it, asshole."
Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!
The guy charged with heavy footsteps, while Bianca shot forward nimbly.
"It's different this time!"
Every time he swung, the air tore with a rip.
Even with equal strength stats, a bigger body has the edge.
Longer reach is a huge advantage in combat.
But Bianca compensated for her small frame's disadvantage by dodging by a hair's breadth, closing in to point-blank range in an instant.
'Her fighting style's the same as ever.'
That was the Bianca I knew.
Dive into the enemy's range at max speed, shortest distance, and fight where she had the overwhelming advantage.
That was Bianca's style.
The guy desperately swung his elbow to create space, but he was already in her territory.
Crack—!
A sound too massive to believe came from such a small body echoed out.
As the guy doubled over from the gut punch, Bianca spun, using the centrifugal force to kick the same spot again.
"Yep. Nothing special."
And that was that.
"Guhk... guuaaagh."
"Eugh~ Gross! You stink! I can't comprehend it. What confidence does a weakling like you have to challenge me?"
"...You... fucking... whore... I'll kill you..."
Smack—
Bianca's toe slammed into the jaw of the guy spitting curses.
He staggered for a moment before collapsing flat on the floor.
"Pathetic~ Trash~ Idiot who gets beaten by a girl half your size~"
Bianca giggled at the fallen guy, then turned to his cronies with a stern glare.
"What're you waiting for? Clean him up. Or do you want an ass-kicking too?"
"...Keep strutting like that, Bianca, and you'll regret it someday."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll regret it right after I bury all you losers. Wasting my time on you ingrates. Get lost."
"...Let's go."
Only after they dragged the unconscious guy out the door did Bianca take a swig of water.
And then...
"So? What the hell are you doing there?"
She glared sharply right at my hiding spot.