Chapter 2 - If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you want it, fight for it

"Aung! Aaaang! Hageugeugeugeung!"

The man's hand, which had been pressing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down on the small pearl, changes its position.

He placed that little ball between his index and middle fingers and began to rub.

Every time he did, Natasha had to shudder, trembling as pleasure struck her like a lightning bolt.

'It's, it's different. Different, different. It's so different!'

Even when she touched and poked her own pussy, it felt good enough to make her head spin.

But she dared to say that there probably wasn't any pleasure greater than this current situation; this was more electrifying than any pleasure she had ever received while masturbating.

"You're pretty even when you scream, Cadet Natasha."

"Aheung! Ageugeugeugeut! Aueueueuk!"

"How about it, shall we listen to that sound a bit more?"

With those words, the man's hand, which had been mercilessly tormenting her clitoris, disappeared.

At the same time, the pleasure that had been roughly pushing Natasha forward was wiped away, just like a lie.

"Haueuk, haueueuk...."

As the pleasure that had felt like it would take her breath away vanished, Natasha finally caught her breath.

However, the feeling of disappointment was much stronger than the feeling of relief.

She even thought about asking why he had suddenly pulled his hand away while he was in the middle of tormenting her.

"U-um. Professor Klaus...."

"Keep your wits about you and cry, Cadet Natasha."

"Y-yes?"

"If you faint, you're disqualified."

Just as Natasha was about to ask, "What does that mean?"

The man's finger suddenly passed through the vaginal opening and split her inner walls, making her jump in surprise.

It felt almost the same as when she masturbated, no, it felt like it had gone in even deeper.

"Aaat! A, ageuk!"

"The way you twitch is really nice. Hmm, looking at your movements, it seems your lower body is sturdy."

"W-what are you saying! Hageung!"

"I don't know about magic, but you'd be good at shooting a bow. Ah, or is it a spear or sword rather than a bow?"

Jjigeok, jjigeok-.

Klaus said that while gently scratching the woman's inner flesh, as if he were analyzing his opponent.

What he was doing was ravaging the woman's pussy, but somehow, he kept hitting the nail on the head.

Natasha had questions amidst the waves of pleasure crashing into her, and at the same time, she thought it was fascinating.

"Ahang! Aheueuk! H-how did you! Aueuk!"

"The way you're gripping my finger tight and moving, that's the feeling."

"N-no way! Aheung! T-that's a first! Aaaaang!"

"There's a method for everything. More than that, stop talking, Cadet Natasha. If you don't breathe properly, you're going to be in real trouble. Keep your wits about you and prepare yourself."

"Prepare for what?"

What else could it be? Obviously, it means to keep your head on straight if you don't want to die from pleasure.

Klaus muttered that to himself and grazed a certain spot of Natasha's inner flesh.

Then, the woman's reaction, which had been moaning as if it hurt a little, suddenly changed completely.

"Haueung!"

"Here it is, Cadet Natasha."

"Heuang! Aaaaang! Ageugeugeung! T-there! I-it's strange! Aaaa! Aheuheueung!"

Literally, the woman's cries, unable to keep her senses due to the overwhelming pleasure, burst out incessantly.

Natasha, having her weak point attacked—one she hadn't even known about herself—could do nothing.

She was just struggling, unable to even control her violently trembling body, only breathing and gasping at the pleasure that was now pouring down on her at a level that was almost overwhelming.

Jjigeok, jjigeok, jjigeok!-

"Aaaaang! Heuiiiit! T-there! There! Thereeee!! Aueueung! Heuaaaaak!"

As Natasha's reaction became increasingly intense, Klaus poked that spot even more.

Thanks to that, Natasha couldn't even breathe properly and could only let out the moans that burst forth.

Her body became hot as if it were about to burn up right then, and the woman's skin, which had looked like white silk, flushed a soft pink as blood rushed to it from the excitement.

"Aheung! Heueung! Aueaaaang!"

"Does it feel good, Cadet Natasha?"

"I, I don't know! I don't! Aheung! D-don't ask! Aaaaang!"

"Is that so? Hmm, it seems you're not enjoying it. Then I'll stop."

It wasn't just talk; as if he really intended to stop, the man's hand movements suddenly slowed down.

As a result, the pleasure that had been driving the woman also suddenly decreased sharply, as if it were about to be cut off at any moment.

"A, aaa! N-no! It's not! M-more, do more! Let, let me come! Don't stop!!"

The climax was right in front of her nose, and a pleasure that no one in the world could dare to resist was crashing down.

If someone said they were going to stop that, if they were going to take it away, anyone would inevitably become desperate.

An elf woman, a member of the noble Belarus family—all of that becomes meaningless.

Natasha's inner desire was just to cry out, hoping that the pleasure she had been eagerly receiving would continue, praying that it wouldn't be cut off.

"Did you say you wanted more?"

"Yes, y-yes! M-more, do more! Do it, do itttt!"

Now, Natasha was practically screaming and thrashing about.

It seemed she had become completely intoxicated by her G-spot, the internal erogenous zone she had discovered for the first time in her life.

Klaus chuckled as he watched the elf, who was clinging to him and whining for more.

On the outside, she pretended to be haughty and noble, but in reality, she was the easiest woman to play with.

A classic case of "strong on the outside, weak on the inside"—the type that crumbles from within with just a little strong stimulation.

'From now on, she's completely broken. Of course, she'd deny it to her death.'

Thinking that this was enough training for Natasha, Klaus pulled his fingers out without hesitation.

Of course, as a final mercy, he slightly curled his finger and strongly stimulated the raised part.

"Haueeeeung!!!"

Letting out a cry that was almost a single scream, Natasha's body stiffened with a jolt and then convulsed.

The woman, who had trembled finely a few more times, immediately collapsed completely onto the bed, gasping for air, unable to even breathe properly.

"Heok, heueuk. Haueuk!"

"I'll have to wash the sheets or get new ones, Cadet Natasha. Making such a mess and getting them all wet, honestly."

The bed had become a complete puddle from the love juice Natasha had sprayed to her heart's content.

The love juice trickling down her firm, white thighs couldn't have looked any more lewd.

Furthermore, looking at her pussy, which was still throbbing and exhaling hot heat, the thought of just devouring her completely right there crossed his mind for a moment.

Klaus pondered for a moment but decided to leave it at that for today.

In any case, he could consider the job with this elf finished.

She had tasted the ultimate pleasure she had never experienced once in her life.

On top of that, since she had the 'excuse' of seducing Klaus and bringing him into the Belarus family, she could forget about guilt or shame and whine for it whenever she wanted.

Before long, this woman would spread her legs on her own and demand it again under the pretext of seduction.

Asking him to send her into that ultimate pleasure again, saying she was dying of longing and begging him to do it.

"Hmm."

Not just his hand, but past his wrist and almost up to his elbow, he was soaked in Natasha's love juice.

Klaus looked at his hand for a moment, then stuck out his tongue to taste the spring water the elf had shed.

Normally, it should have had a slightly sour taste, but uniquely, Natasha had shed love juice that was like spring water with a fragrant grassy scent. There was no foul odor or sour taste at all.

"I suppose I should stop here for today. I don't want to hear that an elf died while masturbating alone in her room."

"Hageuk! Heueuk, kkeuheueuk!"

"Unfortunately, you didn't win my heart today, Cadet Natasha. But I will say that it's hopeful. You were truly beautiful today. You really are an elf. Too dangerous."

"Ha, haaaa.... T-then, t-tomorrow again...."

"Yes. Try again tomorrow. I'll be waiting. It will be dinner time soon, so I'll be going now. Cadet Natasha, stay lying down a bit longer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and move once you've calmed down."

Then, Natasha reached out with a trembling hand and muttered something.

It wasn't heard clearly, but he knew because he asked her later what she had said at that time.

'She was going to ask if I couldn't do it just one more time. Anyway, this perverted elf bitch. Pretending not to, pretending to be noble, pretending to be haughty, while taking everything she could get.'

She's quite cheeky, but since she's cute and pretty, he'll let it slide.

Above all, since he could gain some leverage to intervene in the Belarus family, and furthermore, in elf society through her, he could overlook that much as just being charming.

Of course, Natasha herself wasn't bad either, as she was the type of woman who would grumble just enough to have a bit of a tsundere flavor without crossing the line, while secretly clinging to him to do it.

Before leaving Natasha's room, Klaus roughly wiped the love juice he had shed onto her cadet uniform, checked that no one was around, and quickly slipped out of there.

Since he had no intention of allowing anyone to approach this time, he had even used a skill to check all the signs around him beforehand.

After exiting the building where mainly elf cadets stayed and reaching a place where he wouldn't be suspected of anything, Klaus deactivated his presence detection skill and let out a light breath.

Then, he took out the notebook and pen he had in his pocket and drew a circle in the section where something was written, marking it as complete.

'The Natasha conquest is cruising along. If things keep going like this, I'll be able to successfully bring her under me before the midterm season.'

Klaus's goal is one. To control Yulia from behind, just as he pleases.

It goes without saying, but he will not allow the situation where she becomes a Demon King who goes completely insane and runs wild after being horribly gang-raped, as in the original flow.

That woman, the Demon King, Yulia Agnesa, is solely his.

A woman no one else can dare to take; the strongest in this world belongs to the creator of this world.

'However, if I make sure Yulia doesn't go completely berserk, that serial killer, that blood-crazed demon who was going to slaughter everything in the Western Alliance, will only show a fraction of herself. In other words, it means there's a possibility that elves, beastmen, and some humans can survive.'

In fact, in previous loops, Klaus had persuaded Yulia to completely revise her plan to kill and destroy everything in the Western Alliance.

Of course, persuading the other demons, starting with Yulia, who held intense hostility toward the Western Alliance, was incredibly difficult, but Klaus eventually pulled it off.

If he let her slaughter everyone except the demons, more than half of his women, whom he had worked so hard to gather, would have their heads cut off and impaled on spears, so it was a natural measure.

'For now, the ones I'll definitely secure in this first semester are Yulia, Natasha, and Cecily. As for the rest, I can do it whenever I want during the vacation period or by using other opportunities. For a while, I'll focus on these three and work on the other women as the opportunities arise.'

Having finished his thoughts, Klaus tucked the notebook away securely in his pocket.

Now, he just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had to return to his room, grab a quick dinner, and wait for the incident that would happen in the middle of the night.

Originally, this is an incident that happens a little over a month after the academy starts.

However, with Klaus intervening and appearing as a war hero, Yulia began to move actively, and naturally, her uncle, who was wary of her, also began to move sooner than originally planned.

Thus, an assassin ends up entering the academy just one day after the Continental Academy officially began its activities.

'How should I screw these guys over? No matter how much I think about it, nothing really hits home.'