Chapter 1 - I am a professor. Not a war hero.
Chapter 1 - I am a professor. Not a war hero.
"Take it off, Cadet Natasha."
"B-But..."
"You clearly said it with your own mouth yesterday. That you wanted to seduce me, so teach you. About what those women who were said to be better than you were really like."
"I did say that. But this, this is too..."
"A woman seduces a man. What method do you think that's done with? Do you think he'll fall just because of sweet words or fluttering around beside him? If you think about it that way, what I'm asking of you right now is perfectly natural."
"..."
Natasha bit her lip until it was nearly bleeding.
As an elf, just fulfilling a human's demand was humiliating enough, but that demand was to take off her cadet uniform one piece at a time.
Yes, she, an elven woman, in front of a human man!
She had to act like a woman selling her body!!
"What did I say yesterday, Natasha?"
"...If you intend to seduce a man, you need to know when to be shy and when not to show your shyness. When to hide and when to deliberately reveal."
"And someone who knows that is acting like this? Looks like you want to hear 'pathetic' a few more times."
At Klaus's words, the elven woman bit her lip hard once again.
This pathetic situation was shocking enough, but on top of that, that human man was harshly criticizing her as a pathetic woman.
'Endure it. For the Belarus Family, I need to draw that man in.'
After the war, the Belarus Family's situation wasn't as good as before.
The war situation had been so unfavorable that investing private soldiers generously had backfired disastrously.
Many skilled members had fallen or been injured, so they couldn't wield the same power as before.
That's why they needed to draw in that human called the war hero, that man named Klaus.
Natasha muttered that to herself, gritted her teeth, and slowly took off the top of her cadet uniform.
She fully unbuttoned the white shirt she was wearing underneath and set it aside as well, and finally, with trembling hands, completely stripped off her skirt.
The only reason Natasha could endure this humiliating situation was one thing.
He hadn't told her to take off her underwear too—that is, Klaus's condition that he wouldn't make her stand before him completely naked.
'Even if it's urgent, you need at least one line in the sand to feel at ease.'
The elven woman was already completely overwhelmed by him in many ways.
Above all, since Natasha was the one who needed this more, he could push aggressively, but Klaus knew from experience that doing so would only double the resentment and hostility.
Anyway, Natasha was tough on the outside but soft on the inside; she might seem haughty, arrogant, and prideful on the surface as an elf, but if pushed hard and pressured relentlessly, she was the type to submit.
And if given even a slight escape route like this, she tended to cling to it.
Saruk, tuk-.
Finally, her undressing was complete, leaving only her underwear and panties.
Her curvaceous womanly body, the fantastical elf's alluring figure, was fully revealed in the light.
"..."
Natasha, biting her lip and forcing her hands that kept trying to cover her body back down.
She looked at Klaus and slowly opened her mouth.
"I-Is this enough now?"
"It would've been better if you'd done it without hesitation, even with a seductive smile."
"Ughhh..."
"With that, you think you can enchant me? You're not some kid who's one or two years old; what are you doing?"
Klaus provoked Natasha once more with a sneer.
The elven woman was naturally furious, but she had no way to deal with it.
To shake that arrogant man somehow, even if it was humiliating, figuring out Klaus's weaknesses this way was the most effective method.
"Come here."
"..."
When the man beckoned, the woman made a reluctant face but slowly moved her feet.
She approached so quietly it wasn't an exaggeration—absolutely no sound at all.
Elves already had graceful movements with almost no footsteps to begin with.
And having taken off her shoes and socks to go barefoot made Natasha even quieter.
"Yesterday was truly disappointing. Fainting just from a little touch."
"..."
"What else did I teach you yesterday, Cadet Natasha? Say it once."
"...You said you need to distinguish when to make noise and when not to."
"Then I'll give you a problem. In this situation, should you make noise? Or..."
Hwik-.
The man wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Then, kneading her pure white breast slowly with one hand, he continued.
"Should you keep your mouth shut, stay silent, keep a nonchalant expression like a stupid rock?"
"...T-The first one. I should make noise, make s-sound... Hnngh!"
Klaus's finger deliberately pinched Natasha's nipple hard.
Any ordinary woman would have let out a moan or screamed right there.
It hurt so much, but at the same time, it brought intense pleasure.
"Hng..."
But Natasha didn't moan or scream.
She just let out a very small whimper, enduring the shock to her body and the humiliation to her rationality.
"Eungh..."
With her lips tightly shut, trembling all over but not making a sound, Natasha.
At that sight, Klaus deliberately let out a big sigh, shook his head, and spoke.
"You're holding back again, Cadet Natasha. What did I say? Holding back isn't always good, and hiding yourself isn't always best."
"B-But!"
"You're not a noble elven lady right now. You're just one prostitute with the goal of seducing a human man with your body. Didn't you boldly declare that you'd have me, that you'd make me submit like that? Cadet Natasha Belarus?"
"..."
It was infuriating, utterly miserable, but those words were true.
She had clearly said it yesterday. Teach me the ways to entice you, Klaus.
And Klaus had replied. I'll teach you the basics until today, so figure out the rest yourself.
Your birth and beauty are cheats in themselves, so it won't be hard.
If you still can't shake me despite that, it's entirely your shortcoming, so don't strut around as an elf and quietly cower in shame.
"Like yesterday, I can't devote much time to you, Cadet Natasha."
As if telling her to do it properly, Klaus targeted somewhere other than her breasts this time.
The place barely covered by a single layer of panties, the most secret and sensitive part of a woman's body—he mercilessly pressed down hard with his index finger!
"Hngh!"
Klaus's finger precisely prodded the entrance beyond the slit.
Even with panties on, the burning sensation made Natasha twist her body wildly.
Just standing in front of a man in only her underwear was mortifying enough to die from shame, and now this man embracing her was freely groping her most private area.
It was miserable, sad, utterly wretched, but she had to endure, had to hold out.
It was all for herself and her family, so she had to overcome it!
This was something she wanted and absolutely necessary.
Starting tomorrow, the three-day deadline would begin—the limited time to seduce Klaus, make him submit, and bring him into the Belarus Family.
"Holding back again?"
Jjigeok, jjigeok-.
Even as he gently stimulated the woman's pussy, the man's voice showed no excitement at all.
At Klaus's voice, cold as a midwinter blizzard, Natasha snapped to attention.
Endure it, endure and endure some more. Polish herself to the max over three days of endurance, then seduce this complacent man and shake him up thoroughly, make him dance to her tune.
After all, the opponent was just a human man, no matter if he was a war hero and combat magic expert.
Humans were beings who fell easily to seduction, men who gave everything once enchanted by a woman.
"...Ha, haaah. Eungh, eunggh!"
She never imagined she could make sounds like this; even now, it was utterly embarrassing.
But once she started letting out moans, they kept bursting forth as if whispering to Natasha that she couldn't stop anymore.
The continuous secret sensations between her thighs, the humiliation of being bound by a human man and forced like this, and various other things combined to create a strange pounding in her chest.
"Eung! Ah, aaahn!"
The elven woman twisted her body this way and that, her voice growing sweeter and sweeter.
I'll definitely make you submit. Keep being complacent like that, keep it up!
Natasha shouted that inwardly while letting the moans flow freely from her mouth without holding back.
'You think I don't know exactly what you're plotting, Natasha Belarus?'
Unaware that her opponent, Klaus, had completely grasped her plan and her true feelings.
Three days had passed; today marked the start of the Continental Academy's first official schedule.
All cadets would attend the lectures they chose and gain what they needed.
Whether it was the teachings of professors who were experts in their fields, connections, or even the bitter taste of life—they were sure to take at least one away.
Setting aside their births and statuses for a moment, they would have new encounters with new people in a new world.
And as they learned about each other, they would discuss how to lead the continent's future, whom to trust, and whom to beware of.
"No sign of that guy from a few days ago, but now I see someone else."
During the first lecture introduction, the human noble cadets who had been rowdy without knowing the topic hadn't signed up.
They must have felt displeased—and subtly fearful—watching the noble-born professor get utterly humiliated, so they'd fled early.
Conversely, Yulia's face appeared, someone who hadn't been in the lecture hall even once during the registration period.
Plus Cecily in the front row and Natasha in a middling seat.
'Starting with these three is canon, after all.'
Of course, if he got greedy, he could start with a few more women.
But then, there wouldn't be enough time to devote to Yulia, Natasha, and Cecily.
Above all, his goal was Yulia Agnesa, the future Demon King who would rule this continent.
The rest were subs, side characters, that level—so no need to regret.
Connections would naturally form over time anyway; even if not, he could create them anytime.
Klaus thought that as he looked at the cadets and slowly opened his mouth.
"Anyway, nice to see you all again, cadets. Cutting to the chase, let's make the topic you're probably most curious about right now the subject of the first lecture."
At that, all the cadets—especially Cecily, who had been utterly crushed by Klaus—sparkled their eyes and prepared to focus on his words.
"Cadet Cecily."
"Y-Yes! Professor Klaus!"
"What's the difference between general magic and combat magic?"
"Unlike general magic, which transforms mana into other forms like fire or ice properties, combat magic uses pure mana for attack and defense!"
"Why is combat magic used more on the battlefield than general magic?"
"Because of mana issues. General magic surpasses combat magic in range and destructive power, but consumes several times more mana, and above all, it takes a long time to prepare even for experts—non-experts can't even do it."
She'd gotten properly wrecked last time, and now she was all fired up.
Klaus smiled at Cecily's splendid sight and said.
"You nailed the key points precisely. Very good, Cadet Cecily. The head of the Leblanc Family will be proud. I've seen her a few times on the battlefield; she just came to mind."
Praising Cecily wasn't just praising her alone.
In front of the gathered elves, beastkin, and humans, it was as good as giving points to demons.
He'd even mentioned the Leblanc Family—the family named by that Continental War hero!
"Let me make it clear. Raw firepower can't beat general magic. The prep time and mana consumption differ, so it's natural. But you can't use those massive spells every time. Above all, unarmed enemies can be subdued, injured, or even killed with small amounts of mana. Combat magic's advantage is quick response in most situations and easy counterattacks. And if the user is skilled in close combat too, they become an even tougher opponent."
At Klaus's words, the cadets—especially the demons—nodded.
A man strong in close combat and excelling in combat magic—that was the very man before them, Klaus, who had smashed the demons in the Continental War.
"In combat magic, mana-based spells can be main or auxiliary attacks. The key is breaking the opponent's magic and landing yours. Like with Cadet Cecily's incident the other day..."
Just as Klaus was about to explain, the lecture hall door at the back suddenly opened, and one man entered.
It was the usual latecomer on the first day of lectures—clearly the type to interrupt the flow.
"S-Sorry. I mistook the classroom..."
No excuse like a grave, as they say.
The old Klaus would've immediately penalized or humiliated him.
But he let it slide with, 'Be more careful next time.'
'Giving him a pass because it's the first class? No way. It's the last mercy before death.'
Yulia had no idea who that man was, but Klaus did.
He looked like an ordinary demon cadet, but he was actually a powerhouse secretly sent by her uncle.
Yulia gets subdued by that man, has her mana sealed, hands and feet bound, and thrown into a room.
Then, human noble cadets horrifically gang-rape the demon woman through the night.
Normally, he'd appear after some academy life.
But with Klaus's appearance, Yulia had made herself noticeable.
And as a result, that man had shown up early.
Meaning, something big was about to happen to Yulia in just a few days.
'How should I crush him? Physical castration is the best, right?'
Correction. Something big was about to happen to those trying to mess with Yulia—right before it hit.