Chapter 47
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Taming the Mesugaki (6)
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Safest Heroine Best 1
─ Lucia Ursula ─
Here, "safest" means she meshes well enough no matter what class the player picks—knight, mage, unique ability user, whatever.
Lucia excels at magic and has solid physical stats too.
Of course, she doesn't have a unique ability, but outside of special cases like "Tamer," you couldn't use magic and unique abilities together anyway. That was a given.
No doubt about it—Lucia is the all-purpose heroine who fits seamlessly into any role and keeps the game running smoothly.
But on the flip side, that means she inevitably falls short against heroines specialized in specific fields.
Magic goes to Vivian.
Unique abilities to the saintess.
Physical prowess...
'...'
A slightly unpleasant memory tried to surface, so I shoved it back down.
Anyway, balance across the board aside, if you isolate just her "magic," Lucia is several steps below Vivian.
But what's this situation right now?
No matter that she hasn't awakened yet, she instantly understood and cast a spell that even Vivian couldn't grasp.
'...How?'
If Lucia had used this technique back in the first playthrough, it wouldn't be weird.
It'd just be her reusing something from the past.
...But first-playthrough Lucia didn't have any such technique.
I never saw it once across hundreds of repeated playthroughs, so no way I'm mistaken.
'...How on earth? Did she hide her talent in the first round? ...No, no, maybe she's been practicing on her own all this time...'
Not long after I first possessed this body, when Lucia tried to rape me, she recalled the first playthrough and realized a good chunk of time had passed.
If she'd taken an interest in low-tier magic from that point and researched it independently, this situation wouldn't be impossible.
'...But why basic magic of all things...'
Not impossible, but something still felt off, unresolved.
"...Um."
Vivian tugged at my sleeve then.
"...E-Eugene... I... I can't... anymore..."
Vivian trembled restlessly.
'Ah...'
Lost in thought for a moment, I'd forgotten about her condition.
She'd been unintentionally edged right to the brink.
Vivian had traumatic memories of being denied climax before, so this must've triggered them.
'Hmm...'
The moment I decided to let her finish first and think later.
"...Master, if it's alright, may I take care of Vivian for a bit?"
Lucia smiled at Vivian.
"...Sure."
I nodded at her confident look, and Lucia drew closer to Vivian.
"Vivian."
"L-Lucia...ma'am..."
"...Hmm? Didn't I tell you not to use honorifics with me in front of Master? Or do my words sound funny to you?"
"N-No... S-Sorry... Lucia... Eep... Lucia..."
"Good. Vivian. It must've been too much for a bitch like you to endure without begging Master first, huh?"
"N-No... That's not... it..."
Vivian shook her head frantically as tears welled up.
"It's fine. I know all about it. I'll send you over the edge in Master's place."
"...What... do you... Eek?!"
*Smooch—*
Before Vivian could even question it, Lucia yanked her neck close and stole her lips.
"Mmph... Eek... Ha... Ngh!"
Vivian tried to resist a little, but their experience levels were worlds apart.
Resistance crumbled in seconds, her mouth opening on command as Lucia sucked her tongue.
"...Ngh... Smooch... Slurp... Haa..."
Their lips parted, a sticky string of saliva trailing between them.
"Haah...!"
Not bothering to wipe it, Lucia lunged and bit down hard on Vivian's massive breast.
"Ahn...! H-Hurts... Lu... Lucia..."
Lucia's teeth marks stood out starkly around Vivian's pink nipple.
"...Ngh..."
As Vivian stared at the mark with a mix of pain and pleasure, Lucia crossed her arms and commanded.
"On all fours."
Vivian dropped to her hands and knees like a dog, obedient as ever.
"Lift your ass."
She lowered her head almost to the floor, arching her back to fully expose her pussy.
"Bark."
Vivian, who'd followed every order so far without hesitation, wavered here.
She glanced at my face—clearly embarrassed to bark in front of me.
*Smack—!*
But when Lucia slapped her ass, that tiny resistance vanished.
"...Bark."
"...Woof..."
As Vivian barked, Lucia's long white finger slipped inside her pussy.
"Woof... Hnng... Woof..."
*Squish— Squish— Squeltch—*
"Woof... Woof... Ahh... W-Woof... Woof..."
Vivian barked in time with the finger's thrusts.
...And then
"W-Woof... Hnng... Woof... Woof woof...! ...Ngh... Eek...! ...A-Ahh... Uuugh... Grk!"
Vivian's body convulsed as Lucia's deft fingers made her squirt instantly, climaxing hard.
Watching that, I sank into serious contemplation.
"Hmm..."
Should I see this as NTR or not?
They're both my women, but she did get "stolen," right?
'Ah...!'
Then it hit me in a flash of insight.
NTR or not, who cares?
Two pussies.
Just enjoy them both.
As I marveled at my profound realization, Lucia finished up and knelt demurely beside me, hands folded.
"...Master. You want to learn that technique from earlier, right?"
Her attitude was worlds apart from moments ago.
But I'd gotten used to Lucia's switches by now.
"...Yeah."
"Hehe... Got it. I'll teach you. It's not easy, but with your talent, Master, you'll master it by tonight for sure."
"..."
I appreciated the faith, but I lacked the skills to live up to it.
"...But... Master... wouldn't it be better for you if there was... a little penalty?"
"..."
I thought it was bold even for Lucia, but her fingertips trembled—she'd mustered courage to say it.
"...It won't happen, but if—just hypothetically—you can't learn it by tonight... could you... hold only me someday... in front of the other bitches...?"
So that's why the boldness. She had a plan.
I'd embraced other women in front of Lucia before, but never the reverse.
Seemed that had left a knot in her heart.
"B-But if you do learn it... I'll... um..."
Lucia pondered, then pouted.
"...Hmph... I want to give you something, Master... but I've already given you everything."
She said it so matter-of-factly.
I couldn't help but smile faintly.
"Just do what I ask for."
"...I'd obey any command you give... anytime, as long as I can do it."
"...That'll do."
I stroked her head as I replied, and she leaned in slowly with a happy smile.
After class.
Lucia had gone back to the dorm to prep a training regimen, and Vivian headed off for special training with Professor Loreos.
For the first time in ages, I walked the hall alone—only to spot Class 2's homeroom professor, Tristan, coming from the opposite direction.
I gave a light nod, but he ignored me completely and strode past, two students trailing him.
"Excuse me, Professor Tristan. I have a question about the healing ability you explained earlier."
"..."
The girl asked loudly enough, but Tristan ignored her.
"P-Professor?"
She called again in disbelief—no professor would ignore a student, right?—but still, nothing.
*Pat pat pat*
"...Eek!"
She dashed ahead to block his path.
"W-Wait, Professor!"
Tristan sighed at the sight.
"...What a hassle."
"...Pardon?"
"I said it's a hassle."
Oof.
My ears perked up at his unexpected bluntness.
"You mean... I'm a hassle?"
"Yes. A hassle. Why should I answer your questions?"
"...Isn't a professor's role to help students build knowledge?"
"Wrong. A professor's role is to teach at the designated time and place. After that, it's none of my business."
The girl's anger made her stutter under Tristan's icy tone.
"H-How can you say that..."
"Am I wrong? If you want extra lessons outside class, pay up. My rates are steep."
"...Are you demanding money from a student right now?"
"Yes. You heard right."
"...I'd heard the rumors about you, Professor, but I didn't think you were this bad."
Even the boy beside her glared, but Tristan didn't flinch.
"This isn't class time or place. If you still seek teaching, there should be fair compensation, no?"
"..."
I agreed it wasn't wrong, but saying it so openly? Bold.
"...No intent to pay, then. Very well."
Tristan walked off without a hint of apology for the frozen students.
Once he was gone, the girl scoffed.
"Hah, what the hell? Is that really a professor?"
"Right? I couldn't believe my ears."
"Carnea pays well, so why hustle like that? Where's he spending it?"
"...Rumor has it someone saw Professor Tristan at the black market."
"Black market...?"
"Yeah, always buying super expensive materials. Recently, mandrake essence too..."
"Mandrake? You don't mean... that drug...?"
"Shh! What if someone hears?"
The boy pressed a finger to his lips, but...
I heard every word.
"Dude, shouldn't we report him to the academy? A professor on drugs...?"
"No proof yet... And like it or not, he's our prof. We'll just endure."
"Ugh... Hate it. I'd trade for Class 5's Loreos or Class 1's Amy anytime. Just seeing Professor Amy makes me happy."
"...Amy is cute."
"Right? Saw her get mad once— even that was..."
Like kids their age, the talk veered off-topic fast.
I shook my head after eavesdropping.
'Poor guy.'
From this convo, Tristan seemed like trash, but he fought the Phase 2 boss alone to protect his students till the end—and died.
—I'll take responsibility.
With those parting words.
He could've fled, but didn't. I'd been touched by that...
'...Tch.'
Recalling it soured my mood.
Knowing someone's death in advance felt this awful.
I shook off the unease with a sigh and kept walking.
'Time to head out...'
Lost in the drama, time flew—the sky was darkening.
Now for magic practice.