Worse Than a Bitch in Heat

Emilla

"Just what are you scheming this time? Taking advantage of the Grand Elder's absence to plot something again!"

Professor Emilla's cold voice rang out through the empty hallway.

Her gaze was sharp as thin ice, and raw hostility and contempt poured openly from her entire body.

I could only look up at her from where I sat crumpled on the floor.

Master... where on earth did she go?

The headmistress's office was completely empty, and even the magical barrier that had been guarding the door had vanished.

Surely she hasn't left the academy again?

Whack—!

"Ugh!"

Before the thought could finish, Emilla's hand shot out like lightning and roughly seized my hair.

With a sensation as if my scalp were being torn off, my body was yanked helplessly upward.

Slap!

"Gah!"

A sharp cracking sound, and fiery pleasure bloomed across my cheek.

My head snapped hard to the side, and a metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

Emilla, without releasing my hair, swung her hand again.

Slap! Slap!

Consecutive blows.

My cheeks quickly swelled and burned hot.

My vision blurred, and a buzzing filled my ears.

"Speak! You filthy bitch! Who do you think you are, daring to set foot here!"

Emilla interrogated me in a voice thick with hatred.

Her eyes were full of disgust, as if she were looking at a bug.

"Did you try to steal information while the Grand Elder was away? Or were you planning to spread contamination like last time?!"

The powerful mana pouring from her body crushed down on me.

Emilla Gale.

She was no mere health professor.

A veteran witch who had long treated the wounded in the rear hospitals of the front lines.

She must have witnessed countless times the ends of people ruined by Cultists of Contamination, those horribly slaughtered by monsters.

To a woman like her, the "villainess Yeon Bennet" who had caused incidents related to contamination could only be the pure object of hatred.

This treatment was nothing surprising.

Most who had served on the front lines treated me this way.

Even Senior Bella had tried to kill me at first, so that said everything.

A traitor who summoned contamination. An enemy of humanity.

In their eyes, I was a being who deserved to die.

Probably the fact that we were still professor and student, and that this was the academy, was barely holding back her rage.

If this had been a battlefield, she might have beheaded me without hesitation.

Hehe... you can hit me harder if you want.

On top of my already ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hazy mind and heightened senses from my period, the intense stimulation of the slaps was layered on.

The secret pleasure that had been rising from my lower abdomen met the thrilling shock traveling through my cheeks and began to amplify uncontrollably.

"Heuk... haah..."

A suppressed moan leaked from my lips without me realizing it.

It felt like my mind was going blank white, while at the same time every nerve in my body stood on end.

My cheeks burned like fireballs, but inside my body a pleasant heat washed over me in waves.

Emilla's rage-filled voice, her murderous gaze—all of it grew fainter and fainter, and only this intense, ecstatic sensation seemed to dominate the entire world.

Strange.

I'd never lost control this badly before.

As if my reason were paralyzed and only instinct remained, I unconsciously craved stronger stimulation.

I found myself thinking that I wished Emilla would hit me more, push ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me harder.

But then the beating directed at me suddenly stopped.

"??"

When I looked up in confusion, Emilla was staring down at me with an expression of disbelief—or extreme disgust.

Her gaze swept over my reddened cheeks, slightly unfocused eyes, and ragged breathing.

Emilla's lips twisted with contempt.

She glared at me with eyes as if looking at a filthy bug and spat out in a voice cold as ice.

"You look worse than a bitch in heat."

"……!!"

Her words stabbed into my chest like a dagger.

Those blatant, insulting words.

Emilla didn't stop there.

She looked me up and down with a contemptuous gaze.

"Well, I guess the rumors were true. The filthy rumor that you seduced your own father the Duke with your body and clung to him. That's why you're acting like a dog in heat even in this situation."

…What?

There were such filthy rumors circulating between Isaac Bennet and me?

Beyond simply favoring his adoptive daughter, it had been distorted and spread like that?

It was so absurd I almost laughed hollowly.

Ugh, I don't want to be involved with that old ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man either...

The wave of pleasure that had been wrapping around me until just now transformed into disgust and washed over me.

My hot body felt like it was cooling down coldly instead.

…Get a grip.

Thanks to that filthy rumor, my sense of reality that I'd momentarily forgotten returned.

I felt pathetic and disgusting for having almost sunk into the pleasure I'd felt earlier.

This is no time to be swayed by such trivial stimulation.

What was I doing right now?

I don't even know what happened to Master, yet sinking into mere pleasure like this...

Haa...

I was so disgusted with myself.

"Daring to set foot here with such an ugly appearance?"

Emilla continued to sneer at me.

I no longer had the energy or will to fight her.

What was most important now wasn't arguing with Emilla or my filthy emotions.

Right now... I need to check Master's safety first.

I forcibly ignored the remnants of the surging pleasure and focused my consciousness on the magic circle engraved deep in my soul.

Decaimal Reverse, which had been depleted of energy after the fight with the monsters and was currently charging.

A mythic-grade magic created by Master's unique authority.

If something really major had happened to Master, there would have been an anomaly in this magic circle directly connected to her.

Please, please let there be nothing wrong.

I earnestly hoped as I checked the state of the magic circle.

…!

In that instant, a sigh of relief burst from me.

Thankfully, her authority still felt vivid and clear within the magic circle.

This was proof that Master was unharmed.

Thank goodness. Truly, thank goodness.

The weight of anxiety that had been crushing my chest lightened considerably.

Still, I felt I would only be completely at ease once I confirmed her location.

To get through this situation for now, I lowered myself as if prostrating on the floor and begged in the most servile voice I could manage.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I was just… feeling unwell for a moment... I only came because I had something to tell the Headmistress. Please... forgive me. Hehe..."

But Emilla seemed to dislike that attitude of mine even more.

She looked down at me with a cold snort.

"Pathetic. You act so cruelly toward the weak... yet your cunning and baseness truly know no end."

Emilla's sneering denunciations did not stop.

Her voice, the contempt and hatred contained within it, endlessly gouged at me.

Every time those insulting words poured out, twisted pleasure surged through my body again like waves.

Haah... nngh...

My breathing grew ragged and my head went blank.

Under Emilla's continuous berating, the pleasure that had started in my lower abdomen had already spread through my entire body until it was hard to keep my wits about me.

No... I have to... stay conscious...

I desperately closed my eyes and began recalling the sensations of fighting the monsters.

The pleasure when my limbs were severed. The intensity of the moment my heart was pierced, yet I kept fighting the monsters to the end.

I barely managed to pull myself together and opened my mouth in a trembling voice.

As carefully and respectfully as possible, so as not to provoke her further.

"...Um, Professor. I'm sorry, but... do you happen to know where the Headmistress has gone...?"

At my question, Emilla's eyebrows twitched.

She still looked down at me with cold eyes and snapped.

"Hmph. Why should I tell the likes of you where the Grand Elder is?"

Of course she wouldn't tell me so easily.

I bit my lip.

"Oh my, has my friend perhaps committed some rudeness toward the professor?"

At the sudden voice, both Emilla's gaze and mine turned toward the end of the hallway at the same time.

There stood Camilla Medici, arms crossed, watching us with an expression of interest.

As always, several followers trailed behind her like shadows.

Camilla? How did she even know to come here?

Camilla approached us with elegant steps.

"Professor Emilla, it's been a while."

She glanced once over my crumpled form on the floor, then turned a soft yet somehow snake-like, cunning smile toward Emilla.

"But has my friend done something wrong? Your expression looks quite fierce."

Her crimson eyes turned to me and drew a cruel smile.

"If Yeon has caused another problem, as first-year class president I can take responsibility and take her away to thoroughly educate her. So that she never inconveniences the professor again."

Last time she'd been scared, but this time she seemed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠properly motivated?

Emilla looked back and forth between Camilla and me, seeming to wrestle with something for a moment.

After a brief silence, Emilla finally spat out coldly.

"Do as you like."

It seemed I would get no more information about Master from Emilla.

Rather than continuing to endure her rage, it would be better to be dragged off by Camilla and leave this place.

"Let's go, Yeon."

Camilla still wore that cruel smile as she roughly grabbed my arm and pulled.