Chapter 46
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Chapter 46 - 메스가키를 조련하는 법 (5)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
```html
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: How to Tame a Bratty Girl (5)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
The air was thick with the sweet and sour scent of strawberries.
A princess bed draped in frilly canopy, vibrant wallpaper, and items in every shade of pink.
It looked less like an academy dorm and more like a little child's bedroom.
The crowning glory was the toy table beside the bed.
A variety of animal dolls sat huddled together, enjoying a tea party.
'Hmm...'
Bianca Beatrice crossed her arms, her face etched with serious contemplation for a long moment before she finally reached out as if she'd made up her mind...
And subtly adjusted the hat on the teddy bear doll.
'...Hehe...'
It was such a minute change that anyone else might not even notice, but Bianca smiled in satisfaction.
Anyone who knew the usual Bianca would have gaped at the sight.
After all, outside these walls, she came across like a hedgehog—prickly enough to stab anyone who got too close...
Who could ever have imagined this side of her?
Still, the room's atmosphere suited her youthful appearance perfectly.
But Bianca hadn't collected these things for that reason.
It was her first time.
From childhood, she'd been subjected to the Beatrice family's rigorous genius training—there had never been time to play with dolls.
She'd always assumed she had no interest in such things.
But on her first day at Carnea Academy,
a chance glimpse of a worn-out bear doll had captured her heart, and from there, she'd started buying cute trinkets one or two at a time until her room had transformed like this before she knew it.
Bianca gave the dolls one last inspection before heading to the bath and nodded.
'Yeah, perfect.'
A pleased smile spread across her face as she began undressing, slipping out of her uniform piece by piece.
Rustle, rustle.
When she removed the last item—her shirt—there was no bra underneath, as expected.
She'd tried wearing one a few times at first, but soon admitted it was nothing but uncomfortable and useless, opting instead for nipple bands.
Now fully nude, she checked herself in the mirror, and her expression hardened slightly.
Her breasts were barely there—just enough to acknowledge their existence—and her mound was perfectly smooth, without a single hair.
'....'
Compared to Vivian, her body seemed not just slow to develop but frozen in place.
Bianca fondled her chest for a moment before whipping her head away.
Dwelling on it would only make her feel worse.
It was far too late for regrets.
Bianca entered the bathroom and scooped warm water from the heated tub, pouring it over her body.
Splash—
After repeating this a few times, she eased her toes into the steaming bath.
"...Haaah..."
As her body submerged completely, a contented sigh escaped her lips.
Leaning her head back comfortably in the tub, Bianca reflected on the day's events.
'...What the hell was that muscle gorilla...'
There hadn't even been a need for a proper spar.
The skill gap was overwhelming from the start.
That idiot could only flap his gums—nothing he did was remotely competent.
Straightforward, telegraphed attacks like that wouldn't even graze her no matter how many years passed.
Splash—
Bianca kicked her feet, sending water splashing out of the tub.
'...And then there was that other one.'
As she lowered the arm she'd been holding up, her head dunked fully underwater, bubbles rising for a moment.
Splash—
She burst back to the surface, slicking back her wet hair to reveal sharp, glinting eyes.
'Come to think of it, I never asked his name.'
He was too striking to call merely handsome—there was something imposing about him.
But he hadn't done a single thing right.
He only used basic spells, and even those lacked real power.
Maybe a touch above average at best?
That final punch hadn't been meant to shatter her spell—it was just to deflect it—but her flimsy Wind Blade hadn't held up.
...Recalling that moment brought back a forgotten memory.
She touched the back left side of her head and felt the noticeably shorter length.
Throb—
A cross-shaped vein bulged on Bianca's smooth forehead.
Considering her quiet pride in her neatly bobbed hair, it was no wonder she was fuming.
'Hoo...'
She'd known from the start that it wouldn't work, so he'd pulled off that double chant at the last second.
It had caught her completely off guard.
On paper, it didn't sound like much, but the very idea of a mage willingly closing distance flew in the face of common sense.
'...Still better than the gorilla, I guess...'
He'd looked dumb as a rock, but that guy had at least tried seriously to beat her with basic magic.
But that was that, and now that she'd noticed, the chopped hair was driving her nuts.
'...Tch, should I have beaten him harder...'
She'd spared his pretty face out of pity and pummeled the rest of his body before slamming him to the floor, but seeing her severed locks made her wish she'd gone further.
"...Haa...it's gonna take forever to grow back."
Bianca rose from the tub and picked up the scissors on the counter in front of the mirror.
'Well, next time I see him... then.'
Her face reflected eerily in the sharp blades.
──And
Snip.
Pale purple strands of hair drifted to the floor.
"Eugene... Eek..!"
Yuria, who had approached as usual to chat, recoiled in shock at the sight of my face.
"A-Are you okay? Your face looks all swollen on one side."
"...Yeah. Just... didn't sleep well. It's fine."
"O-Okay... You look really exhausted. Take care of yourself..."
Yuria backed away with flustered steps.
'Is it that bad...'
Yuria, who usually tried so hard to find some connection with me, had fled like she'd seen a ghost. It was a little depressing.
'...I'm exhausted to death.'
Spending the midnight hours alone with a professor in the forest... it sounds suspiciously erotic, but of course, it wasn't anything like that.
──Grrrrrgh!
──Put some spirit into it!
──Eeeeeek!
──You think this is enough to escape my special training!
Even remembering it sent chills down my spine.
Getting thrashed by Bianca had been bad enough, but piling on Loreos's all-nighter had nearly killed me.
But I couldn't even complain.
...Hated to admit it, but there had been gains.
It started with a question I'd tossed out during training, half-dead and desperate for a break.
"Huff... huff... Professor... why do basic spells always fire from the fingertips?"
"...An intriguing question."
It was a random shot in the dark, but surprisingly, Loreos responded with genuine interest.
"...One characteristic of basic spells is that instead of specifying coordinates separately, they use the ones embedded in the incantation."
"Wind ─ Blade"
A Wind Blade formed at the tip of Professor Loreos's right index finger.
"However, skilled mages can unconsciously tweak those coordinates during the chant."
"Wind ─ Blade"
This time, the Wind Blade appeared above Loreos's head.
"But that's just a minor shift at best. You can't fully relocate the coordinates like with intermediate or advanced spells."
"Pierce ─ Earth ─ Spear"
Boom!
A spear erupted from the ground beneath a distant tree, shattering it to splinters.
"...That used to be the academic consensus, but some guy I know could arbitrarily rewrite basic spell coordinates."
"...So can you do it too, Professor?"
Loreos shook his head at my question.
"No, as you saw, I can adjust the position to my shoulder or chest, but fully rewriting coordinates is beyond me. I've always been more into researching efficient spell usage than delving into their fundamental nature."
He had a point.
On the battlefield, hurling intermediate or advanced spells to kill enemies made more sense than obsessing over basics.
"If you're interested in exploring the essence of magic, I could introduce you to that guy I mentioned...!"
Loreos's eyes widened mid-sentence.
"Right... why didn't I think of him sooner..."
"...?"
"...That's it for today's training, Eugene. Something urgent just came up."
He'd left ominous foreshadowing in his wake yesterday.
And after barely washing up without sleeping, here I was now.
"Alright, let's begin the lecture."
Professor Tristan, his dark circles nearly as bad as mine, rasped in a low, gravelly voice.
...Gotta attend class no matter how rough.
That resolve lasted all of three seconds before I passed out.
"...."
No resisting a good nap at the academy after an all-nighter.
Lunchtime, after a solid nap.
"Hah... ha... Eu... gene... sir..."
I held Vivian a bit more tenderly, as a sort of apology for using her as bait with Loreos.
"Haa... haa... haaah..!"
Maybe because it had been a full day since yesterday, she clung to me desperately.
"Vivian.."
"Hngh.. Y-Yes.. yesss... Eugene... sir..."
"...Do you know how to set the emission point of a basic spell to target coordinates on the enemy instead of yourself?"
It killed the mood a little, but once Vivian came, she'd be out of it until lunch ended.
So this pre-climax moment was my only window to ask.
"Hic... ha.... ah.... N-No... idea. Ngh... ha."
Vivian twitched as she answered.
If she'd awakened, she'd have intuitively answered most magic questions...
Was it because she hadn't awakened yet, or because she was in the middle of sex and couldn't think straight? Hard to say.
"It's fine."
"Hngh... S-Sorry... I'm... so stupid..."
"It's fine. Alright... time to let you finish."
"Hngh.. Eu... gene.. sir.. p-please... cum... haah...!"
Her pussy clenched tight around me, signaling she was close.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
As I ramped up for the finish,
"Master?"
Lucia called out to me.
"This is what you wanted, right?"
"Water ─ Ball"
A blob of water materialized beside Vivian with Lucia's chant.
It swirled around playfully before bursting over Vivian's head.
"Kyaa..!"
She let out a cute squeal, drenched unexpectedly.
....But I had no time to focus on that.
"...?"
I blinked at Lucia, who smiled as softly as ever.
"How..."
...did you cast that?
```