It Was Just Leg Day
Selah had an ice spear pointed at the nape of my neck.
Shit, I’m really gonna die. I slowly backed away with both hands raised above my head. But behind me was only a dusty cabinet—there was nowhere left to retreat to.
“Chloe, don’t stop me. I’m going to clean up this trash first, then we can talk.”
Chloe, sprawled out on the sofa, just sucked on her lollipop and answered with a lazy, indifferent tone. “Yeah, sure. Do whatever you want. But if you get blood on the floor, you’re cleaning it up before you leave.”
This glasses-wearing gloomy girl didn’t seem remotely interested in stopping her friend from turning someone into a kebab.
“Upperclassman! Calm down! This is a misunderstanding!”
“A misunderstanding? A misunderstanding?!?”
At my shout, Selah’s eyes practically rolled back. The tip of the ice spear shot up to just under my chin.
“A few days ago by the lakeshore, you, you did things to my, my body...!”
Her lips opened and closed in a flustered daze. There was no way that proud ice princess could describe that kind of filthy, humiliating nonsense with her own mouth.
“You handled my body so roughly, and then those, those sticky little...! Aaaagh! Die! Just die!”
In the end, Selah couldn’t even finish her sentence and lifted the ice spear high.
“No! All I did was give you some brutal lower-body exercise all night long!!!”
My desperate cry echoed through the club room.
“What?”
The ice spear froze in place.
“Exercise? What you did to me was just lower-body exercise...!”
“Hold on.” Chloe sat up on the sofa and wedged herself between us. “Selah, you’ve been dragging your legs around since a few days ago. That was him?”
“Yes! This piece of trash tied me up with some kind of hypnosis or hallucination and humiliated me all night long...!”
Chloe jabbed a finger at Selah’s trembling thigh. “Ow!”
“Hey, northern bumpkin. Don’t make up stories in front of me.”
Chloe pushed her glasses up and launched into a fact-based bombardment. “This guy’s an ability-less nobody with no mana in his body. You seem to have deluded yourself into thinking he used hallucinations or hypnosis, but he doesn’t even have the ability to do that.”
“What...? He has no mana?” Selah’s eyes widened.
“Yeah. What kind of mana do you expect from a guy who grinds his own ingredients by hand to make potions?” Chloe went on without caring. “And how wild do you have to get to tear your leg muscles? That’s one hundred percent just accumulated fatigue from strength training.”
“N-no way you’re talking about making love!”
Chloe stared at Selah like she was hopeless.
“You really weren’t just out in the woods exercising all night?”
An airless silence settled over the club room.
...
Selah’s eyes began to wander. That unknown hypnosis spell that had bound her. The violent violation that had gone on all night. The sticky whispers that had crawled into her ears. All of it. All of that filthy, shameful situation.
Had it all just been the result of pure lower-body exercise?
Ah... ahhh...
With a sharp crack, the ice spear shattered.
She had spent days spreading killing intent across the entire academy while hunting for a pervert. But it had all been nothing more than assisted exercise.
The pale face of the ice princess flushed red, climbing from her neck to the tips of her ears, literally looking ready to burst.
“I-I, uh, uhhh...!”
The ultimate black history: she’d imagined bizarre things alone, shadowboxed by herself, and become the academy’s laughingstock. Mentally shattered, Selah covered her face with both hands.
“Selah, your face is about to explode. What exactly were you imagining?” Chloe cackled while digging her claws into Selah’s dignity.
“Shut up! I’ll kill you, Chloe Lumina!”
Pushed to the brink of humiliation, Selah glared at me again in a flailing rage.
“Th-then! T-the n...! No, the underwear! I only knew because you lifted my skirt! That alone is enough to get you executed!”
The last shred of pride. A desperate struggle to pin me as a pervert, no matter what.
I answered with a calm expression and a perfectly logical rebuttal.
“Upperclassman. If you’re lying there that defenselessly, with the length of your skirt and your posture, it’s impossible not to see it even if I try not to—”
Selah’s shoulders twitched.
“And! I obeyed the strict fifteen-plus content rules and turned my head away. Also, do I really need to see what you’re not wearing with my own eyes? Your careful body movements, and—”
“Th-that’s enough! Stop talking!”
At last, Selah was completely KO’d.
Ugh, ughhh...
Unable to endure the humiliation, she hung her head and started trembling violently.
The situation was over.
My innocence had been proven, and there was no more reason for me to be chased around.
I lived!
As the tension finally drained away, I leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief.
Voyeurism's Beginning
📍 Location: Club Room
🎁 Reward: Selah's affection increases
In a sealed room watched by a third party, spread the female’s legs and thoroughly work the knotted area to relieve her desire.
⏳ Time Limit: 10 minutes
“...Y-you’ll take responsibility!”
“...?”
Selah, who had been slumped on the floor and gasping for breath, shouted sharply. Thinking I’d misheard, I turned my head—and saw tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
“You’re the one who made me this way! Take responsibility!”
“Uh, Upperclassman. That was because you voluntarily—”
Target desire is being satisfied.
“Shut up! Fix this now, just like you did in the infirmary!”
Selah pointed at her thighs and ordered me around. Her face was burning red, but there was something strangely expectant flickering deep in her eyes.
Has she finally gone completely insane?
Voyeurism's Beginning
📍 Location: Club Room
🎁 Reward: Selah's affection increases
In a sealed room watched by a third party, spread the female’s legs and thoroughly work the knotted area to relieve her desire.
⏳ Time Limit: 10 minutes
“Understood. I’ll loosen the muscles, so lie down and relax your leg.”
I picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor and spread it out beside Selah’s head. She lay down on the floor, legs stiff and extended, biting down hard on her lip.
Chloe approached with a gaze full of curiosity. “How are you planning to fix a muscle tear without using any mana? You gonna stick needles in her or something?”
“Not like that. I’m just going to stimulate the knotted area with massage and open up the blood flow.”
Chloe giggled as if she’d found it interesting and crouched beside Selah. “Hey, Chloe! Don’t stare at me! Get lost!”
Blushing hotly, Selah shouted, but Chloe answered with complete calm. “Why? It’s my club. I’m going to watch.”
“Ughhh...!”
I ignored Chloe’s stare and took hold of the stocking band around Selah’s calf.
“Excuse me.”
I yanked the stocking downward.
“Hhng...!”
White, smooth bare skin was exposed. Even at a glance, her quadriceps were bunched up taut like ropes.
Delicate Touch (F+)
I put my weight into my thumb and pressed hard against the tightest knot in the fascia.
“Aah! It hurts...! G-gentle, hngh...!”
“If you tense up because it hurts, you could get injured. Relax.”
Without mercy, I dug my fingers along the grain of the muscle and kneaded it hard.
“Ahh...! I said it hurts... hngh!”
A strange sound, half scream and half moan, filled the club room.
“Whoa, that’s insane. Oh right, assistant.”
Watching my hands closely, Chloe reached into a drawer and threw something at me. “Here. This’ll be a hell of a lot better for the pain.”
“...Thank you. I’ll make good use of it.”
I poured a generous amount of oil into my palm.
My slick hands pressed against Selah’s thighs.
“Hhng, it’s cold, ughh...”
As the friction dropped, the massage pushed even deeper and more precisely into the muscle.
“Haa, nngh, ahh... Th-that part... feels weird, hngh!”
I moved my hands deeper inside.
The most sensitive part.
Thanks to the oil, my fingers slid in smoothly and scattered the built-up lactic acid.
“Hyaah! N-no! Don’t touch there, please... hngh!”
Selah clapped both hands over her mouth.
“Hey, Selah. Your face looks really weird right now, doesn’t it?” Chloe teased with her chin propped in one hand.
“It hurts, hngh, it hurts, ahh!”
“If it hurts, then why do you keep twisting your waist? Don’t tell me...!”
“I said nooooo! Ngh, haa...”
Condition progress: target desire is being fulfilled.
Just a little more.
To loosen the hamstring that had gone rock-hard, I bent Selah’s knee and pressed down hard. Her legs naturally opened into an awkward M-shaped position.
“Ah, ah! W-what kind of position is this...! Hngh, aaah! Hurry up and finish, hurry...”
Tears clinging to her eyes, Selah trembled all over.
I ignored her and forcefully squeezed the exposed back of her thigh.
“Nnngh... hngh, it huurts... m-more, more...”
From her mouth poured out sticky moans—impossible to tell whether she was complaining about the pain or begging for more.
Emergency Quest Voyeurism's Beginning cleared!
Selah's affection has increased!
As soon as I confirmed the success window, I let go.
“Treatment’s done. Wipe the oil off with a towel.”
I walked over to the sink and washed my hands with soap.
“Haa, haa...”
Selah was sprawled out on the floor. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and she could only gasp raggedly with glassy eyes.
“Nice work, assistant. You’ve really got amazing hands.” Chloe clapped in admiration.
“I’m not your assistant. I’m leaving now.”
I had to get out of this insane room as fast as possible.
Then, while staggering herself upright, Selah called out to me.
“If you tell anyone about today... I’ll really kill you.”
“Understood. And Upperclassman, make sure to stretch before and after exercise.”
I hurriedly slung my bag over my shoulder.
“...Every week, at this time.”
A tiny, nearly swallowed voice came from behind me.
“Huh?”
When I turned around, Selah was gripping the hem of her skirt tightly and staring only at the floor.
“Every Friday at lunchtime. Come here. You... made me like this, so you should take responsibility to the end...”
“No, that was definitely because you overdid it just now—”
“Shut up!”
The ice princess’s clumsy attempt to bury her humiliation under anger.
It was the coercive demand of a female who’d awakened to masochism.
Man, this is going to be a pain.
I opened my mouth to refuse, but this time Chloe cut in.
“Oh? Then maybe I’ll ask for a little favor too.”
“...Huh?”
Chloe cracked her stiff neck back and forth, then smiled. “I’m wrecked from making medicine every day, too. How about it? I’ll pay you plenty in potions, assistant.”
“No, I’m not your assistant—”
“Okay. Then let’s make it every Friday starting next week. Refuse, and I have no idea how miserable I can make your school life~”
I sighed like a man accepting his fate.
“...I’m going.”
Thud.
After I shut the door and stepped into the hallway, the back of my neck started aching. Seriously, who the hell is supposed to untangle my academy life now?