The Second Weekend (1)
At Gyeoul’s crisp, well-composed greeting, Trisha nodded in return. “Uh, um… Good morning.”
Good morning? No—this was the best morning she had ever experienced in her life. How wonderful it would be if every morning from now on could be like this. By the way, thanks to Gyeoul her head was finally clearing.
“What about Eladriel and Laia?”
“That is… this is embarrassing, but they woke early and left on their own.”
Embarrassing? Ah. Gyeoul had assumed she should have woken them the same way she had woken Trisha, and was now scolding herself for failing to do so.
“Uh, well… that can happen! It’s fine!”
Gyeoul cleared her throat awkwardly. “In that case, Lady Trisha’s emergency sexual relief treatment appears to have passed the critical stage. You worked hard enduring the process.”
“Worked… hard.”
Had she? The beginning had been rather intense, now that she thought about it. As Trisha mulled over this and that, Gyeoul offered her a gentle smile.
“Then I shall take my leave now.”
“W-wait.”
Trisha caught the hand of Gyeoul as she tried to rise from the bed. Once again she was struck by how soft and lovely those fingers were.
“Yes?”
“Can I… see you again?”
Gyeoul blinked, then smiled once more. “Of course. You are a student of the academy now, after all.”
Before heading to the headmistress’s office, Gyeoul returned to her own room, washed up, and straightened her clothes. Naturally, the “tidy outfit” in question consisted of white stockings, a skirt that barely covered the upper swell of her buttocks, and a top that left her entire midriff exposed—the same lewd maid uniform she had worn the night before. Still, she adjusted every detail, placed the katyusha headband on her hair, and peered into the hand mirror.
It was the one Laia had given her as a gift during the previous Prostitute Week.
Gyeoul noticed the dark circles beneath her eyes and gently traced them with a fingertip. Last night really didn’t give me enough sleep.
Even back on Earth when she had been a man, she had always been the type to develop dark circles the moment she skimped on rest. Still, today was Saturday. She would report the completion of her duties to the headmistress, then return and rest.
The moment she stepped out of the private dormitory building, the crisp outdoor air tickled her nose. On the path to the headmistress’s office she encountered a student exercising in the open. It was the horse beastman, Chacha.
“Heave… ho… ughhh…”
“Good morning, Lady Chacha.”
“E-eek—G-Gyeoul?!”
Clearly not expecting to see her, Chacha floundered. Half of her wanted to flee on pure equine instinct; the other half wanted to stay beside the woman she had coincidentally met. Both impulses made her tail wag furiously.
Chacha’s tail was the same golden hue as her hair, evoking ripe barley. The way it swayed side to side was utterly charming. The long, flowing hairs characteristic of horse tails—far longer than ordinary ones—drifted softly left and right.
“It seems Lady Chacha takes excellent care of her tail hair.”
“Huh? Y-yes…”
It was true. Chacha brushed her tail every single day.
“It looks truly beautiful.”
At Gyeoul’s perfect maid smile, Chacha’s heart thumped hard enough to hurt.
“Um, Gyeoul… what… what setting is this right now?”
“Setting…? If you mean my current role, I am a mai—”
“Ah, n-no, it’s fine. I think I figured it out.”
It was obvious that some absurd, obscene line was about to tumble out of Gyeoul’s mouth. And the moment she heard it, the erection Chacha was barely suppressing would surge upright. Then Gyeoul would surely offer her body to relieve that arousal. It was an extremely accurate prediction based on everything Chacha had witnessed and experienced alongside Gyeoul over the past two weeks.
Of course Chacha would love to receive Gyeoul’s service. But now was not the time.
“Um, about yesterday… I wanted to apologize…”
The representatives who had gone on behalf of all the students—Eladriel and Laia—had returned this morning with good news. Gyeoul had decided to forgive them. They would still need to apologize individually, of course. Like the others, Chacha had felt immense relief at the report. A long line would probably form this afternoon as students waited to apologize. That was why Chacha wanted to do it here and now—alone, not as one face in a queue.
“I’m sorry.”
Chacha bowed her head. “From now on, I swear something like that will never happen again…”
“I understand, Lady Chacha. Please raise your head.”
“Y-you’re really forgiving me?”
“Of course.”
When Chacha looked up, Gyeoul was wearing a graceful, refined smile. She was the very model of a perfect maid. Paradoxically, the obscene outfit only made her expression and bearing appear even more elegant.
Haa… A maid really is nice…
Was Gyeoul’s hypnosis finally about to end? Today was Saturday, after all. And the fact that she had forgiven them probably meant she would open the sexual relief room again next week while still under hypnosis, right?
It would be nice if they did another maid-themed week next time.
Especially those white elbow-length gloves; they were the ultimate lewd accent. They covered skin, yet the areas they covered weren’t even directly sexual. So why did they look so erotic? It was truly mysterious.
I wonder if there’s any way to create an official channel where students can suggest the next week’s theme to her…?
It seemed like a rather good idea. How exactly would the decision-making process work? If such a system really existed, she could slowly reveal every single fantasy and scenario she had harbored toward Gyeoul until now…!
“Hng…!”
Blood rushed downward. Chacha’s lower body throbbed.
“I-I’ll be going now!”
“Ah—”
Before Gyeoul could even reply, Chacha bolted back to her room in a panic.
Left alone, Gyeoul murmured to herself. “We never got to do the sincere climax-submission mating for reconciliation…”
Lady Chacha still has much to learn about proper etiquette.
Gyeoul shook her head and resumed her walk toward the headmistress’s office. She arrived without encountering anyone else. The moment she stepped inside, she found Parin and Miel already waiting.
Still in full maid mode, Gyeoul delivered her report with calm dignity. “Good morning, Lady Parin. The young ladies’ emergency sexual relief has been completed.”
“Well done. If you perceive the situation that way, the hypnosis should release automatically. Sit on the sofa for a moment.”
“Hypnosis? What do you mean…?”
“Just sit and wait a little. You’ll understand soon enough.”
“Hmm… Understood. Excuse me, Miss Miel.”
“Ah, y-yes! Haha, ahahaha…”
Gyeoul tilted her head at the strange way Miel was acting across from her. “Is something wrong…? Hmm? Did you also not get enough sleep last night, Miss Miel?”
“M-me? Uh… yeah, I suppose? I was… reading some books…”
It was true that she had stayed up reading. Yet Miel felt the awkwardness of someone telling a lie. She could not possibly tell Gyeoul what she had actually been researching. Because the materials she had pored over all night in preparation for this morning’s “examination” were records concerning a certain succubus.
The only succubus in history to earn the title of Demon King. The final Maou, who had fallen just before the empire’s founding. A figure who should have died hundreds of years ago.
However. If Parin’s hypothesis proved true.
And so on. Miel’s mind was so crowded with thoughts that, unlike her usual lively self, she kept stumbling over her words.
Fortunately for her, Gyeoul never got the chance to ask what book she had been reading. Because—
“Huh…?”
The hypnosis had lifted.
“Huh? Whaaaa!? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?!?”
Miel clapped her hands over her ears. Parin had already cast a noise-canceling spell, so she continued sipping her tea with elegant composure. The two simply waited for Gyeoul to calm down.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!? What the hell was I even saying—!?!?”
About ten minutes later.
“Huk, huuk, huuuuuuuuuk…”
“…Feeling a little better?”
Gyeoul thrust out her arm. “J-jacket. Give it here.”
Parin handed over the coat she had prepared in advance. Gyeoul hurriedly threw it on over the maid uniform that covered far too little.
“Uwaaaa… No matter how many times it happens, I just can’t get used to the moment the hypnosis breaks…”
“Is that so? You seem somewhat accustomed to it from where I’m sitting.”
“…”
Gyeoul fell silent.
…Honestly, even she had to admit she might have grown a little used to it.
“Well… I suppose it’s about time…”
Used to it, yes, but not completely numb. The ridiculous things she had calmly spouted last night flashed through her mind.
“Aww… Sigh… Uuuuugh…”
Tonight, the moment she lay down in bed she would definitely be kicking the blankets in embarrassment.
“Sighhhhh… Headmistress, you worked hard too… especially the way you accommodated my bad mood last night…”
“…You really are a good person.”
“Pardon?”
“Never mind if you didn’t hear it.”
Parin continued, “Rather than leaving right away, could you stay a little longer?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been thinking I would like to examine your body.”
“Uh, a health checkup?”
“Something similar. Your flesh is the result of a succubus’s feminization magic, correct? Just to be safe, I’d like to inspect various aspects.”
“My body…”
The words brought back memories. The sexual relief room Gyeoul herself had designed. The catastrophe that had occurred the day she applied sensory blockage only to her lower half. The anxiety of whether she was truly herself. If feminization could create tastes that had never existed before, what guarantee was there that her memories and ego remained untouched?
“Gyeoul.”
Noticing the sudden gloom that had settled over the girl, Parin’s expression grew concerned. Then the greatest, strongest archmage in the world knelt on one knee before the sofa so she could meet Gyeoul’s eyes directly.
“H-Headmistress…?”
“As I told you before, I have lived far longer than most humans.”
Parin gently enveloped Gyeoul’s hand in both of hers. “So if there is anything you wish to discuss, anything at all that worries you, please tell me without hesitation, won’t you?”