Guarantee Women's Rights Too (1)
Two days had passed. The predictable chaos at the academy, centered around the men's dormitory, had wrapped up without any major issues. They introduced remote classes. The instructors, with help from various mages, recorded lectures late into the night using video mana stones, then duplicated those stones and distributed them to the students as a substitute for in-person sessions. Whether students actually watched the lectures properly was left to their individual consciences, but everyone claimed they had tuned in diligently from somewhere.
"How can the male students be so focused? 98.2%. Out of 1,000 students, 982 watched the mana stone lectures 'on the day they were assigned.'"
The academy instructors confirmed playback through hidden devices embedded in the stones, and a whopping 98.2% of students had indeed played them. Some watched attentively from start to finish, others left them running while doing something else, and a few lounged in bed. The key point was that attendance rates matched the enthusiasm of showing up to physical classrooms. Achieving such active participation from the privacy of their dorm rooms in the academy dorms was nothing short of miraculous.
"Maybe the students actually like remote classes?"
Just as such rumors began circulating, the instructors realized one key reason.
"In the name of Ederson Lionheart, I declare the reason male students participated so actively in this week's remote lectures."
"Students who engaged diligently will be prioritized for Magic Pants distribution first!"
Attitude score. It wasn't some established metric—just a casual "we'll be watching how hard you try"—but the reward was crucial enough to halt the protests and refocus the boys on their studies.
Mana artifact enchanted with the Jerque technique.
Limited daily production means only a restricted number of students receive them each day.
Not just students—faculty wanted them too.
"Dean Ederson, this is circulating among the students..."
"Spread it further. No problem."
"Pardon?"
"You can even publish it in a paper. What's there to be ashamed of? If it lets students walk tall anywhere, anytime, that's a win! Hahaha!"
Ederson Lionheart bared himself without a hint of embarrassment.
"That said, there might be a slight side effect."
"S-side effect?"
"Yeah. A serious one for some. Feels like the onset of a new growth spurt."
"...Pardon?"
"They're getting bigger. Academically speaking... it's like hitting third-stage puberty. Hahaha!"
Ederson's joking remark from the faculty meeting leaked to the students.
"The academy must mass-produce Magic Pants!"
"Mass-produce them! Mass-produce them! Mass-produce them!!"
"Mass-produce Magic Pants!"
A new protest had erupted. More students craved Magic Pants sooner and in greater numbers. And they were being produced in real-time somewhere in the academy.
"Heard the Magic Pants are handmade by the special class kids in the old school building?"
Now, every male student's attention zeroed in on the old school building.
[Daytime. Old School Building Classroom.]
"Human greed knows no bounds, repeating the same mistakes."
"The same mistake?"
"Just kidding."
I infused mana into the Magic Pants Rydmila handed me, constructing the magic circle to apply the Jerque technique.
"Done. Evangeline di Ershi, fold this and pack it?"
"Ugh, how did I end up like this..."
Evangeline di Ershi folded the Magic Pants with gloved hands and packed them neatly.
"Don't be like that. The boys will secretly love knowing the Princess of the di Ershi Empire packed them."
"Isn't that the look of a creepy pervert?"
"Name one guy who's not a creepy pervert."
"Saying that as the guy himself."
Evangeline di Ershi glared daggers, but her hands deftly folded, packaged, and reached for the next pair.
"Hm? Unia, your hands stopped?"
Unia tilted her head, staring seriously at a mana stone.
"Tired? Want a break?"
"No, it's not that."
A mana stone larger than a tennis ball sat before her, clutched like treasure.
"I'll have it ready soon."
Unia poured mana into the stone. It shimmered with rainbow light, then slowly unfurled from the outside like thin thread.
The stone became thread, spinning rapidly into form on an invisible loom.
"Shape Transformation, Form Control, Flexibilization, Lightweighting."
Pa-at!
As Unia chanted and spread her hands, the stone transformed instantly, stretching perfectly between her palms.
Flawless Magic Pants. She shook them lightly, confirmed they felt like comfortable cloth fit for wear, and passed them to Evangeline di Ershi.
"Sorry, Evangeline di Ershi. Got lost in thought."
"Hmm... Phoenix? We've hit today's quota. How about a break?"
"Not my lecture time, so I need permission."
I pointed to the wall clock and the one person at the podium.
"Instructor Cardisha Alreister, what do you say?"
"You kids rest. Or self-study. I'll keep at this."
Instructor Cardisha Alreister wore mana goggles for eye protection, focused on turning mana stones into Magic Pants. Slower than Unia, but her artifacts acted like automated factories, producing with just mana input.
Unia's was artisanal craftsmanship; Cardisha Alreister's was a mini-factory with a mana conveyor belt.
Raw talent versus tech efficiency. Talent won for now in productivity, but optimize the process, and mass production was viable.
For global rollout, mass production was essential—Magic Pants had durability limits.
"Let's chat over tea."
Rydmila Lionheart brought drinks tailored to each taste. Beside them sat my pre-dawn mana bread assortment as desserts. Unia and Evangeline di Ershi lit up, spoons in hand.
"Cake?!"
"Mana bread doesn't have to be plain loaves, right?"
I pointed to the sliced cream cake.
"Taste and texture lag behind real baking—it's hypnotic illusion magic, after all."
A heaping spoonful of "cream" was just shaped mana mimicking texture and flavor.
"But zero calories."
"I always trust you, Phoenix."
"Right?"
"Yeah. Tastes good, zero calories."
Unia scooped a massive bite, bowl and all.
"Mana intake this delicious is great, and better than Silverstar Bakery."
"Glad you like it. Good?"
"Yes. Not as good as your real baked ones, though."
"Those make you gain weight."
"If it's that tasty, train harder to burn it off!"
"Agreed."
Rydmila Lionheart, who'd tried my real cake, nodded vigorously.
"Even if this were real, I'd devour a whole sheet, not just a slice."
"Umm..."
Evangeline di Ershi smiled awkwardly, less animated than Rydmila Lionheart—but half her slice was already gone.
"Oh, Evangeline di Ershi."
"What?"
"That one's real mana bread. No, actually real."
"......."
Clink.
"Kidding."
"Hey!!"
"It's mana bread near-indistinguishable from real. Slipped one random real in—you won."
"...Really?"
Evangeline di Ershi yelped then quieted, peeking sideways before offering her cake.
"Unia, wanna swap to check?"
"Sure. One bite each."
Unia and Evangeline di Ershi spoons-crossed toward each other's cakes.
"Rydmila Lionheart?"
"I'm good."
Rydmila Lionheart shrugged off the offer, but I knew. She'd taste-tested those mana cakes fresh from the bakery practice room—devouring three slices as my unofficial sampler.
I knew, but had to wash it down with coffee.
"So, Unia. Why'd your hands stop earlier?"
"Oh, that."
Unia swallowed a bite.
"The Jerque technique."
"Yeah."
"It's basically mana skin, but only works on men?"
That was her concern?
"No effect on women?"
"Beats me, I'm curious too."
Instructor Cardisha Alreister sidled up, claiming a seat.
"Instructor?"
"Smart folks need sweets to think fast. Real bread or mana, I don't care."
She eyed the table, snagging an untouched calorie bomb.
"Instructor, that's a full meal..."
"Fine."
Cardisha Alreister grinned.
"It all goes to my chest anyway."
"......."
All three girls grimaced.
"So, cadet Phoenix? No mana pants for women?"
"Can't put mana pants on women. Feels like restraints from their view."
I'm no futanari fan.
"Breast enhancement pills, maybe."
"True. Breast... what?"
"Breast enhancement pills."
Obviously, this was a breadcademy world. Unlike Magic Pants, breast enhancement pills actually existed as items.