Episode 53. Doubt and Oath 8
Episode 53. Doubt and Oath 8
After the anal training ended, the two kissed as usual. Yubin lay on the bed staring at the ceiling while Seyeon climbed on top of her for the kiss.
Their soft lips gently met as their tongues and saliva mixed and stirred. Yubin's eyes blinked repeatedly as she gazed at Seyeon. Her eyes were filled with affection.
Seyeon softly caressed Yubin's cheek with one hand while using the other to sweep over her entire body like a broom.
Every time her hands touched Yubin's well-proportioned shoulders, sunken collarbones, plump sides, smooth pelvis, and soft thighs, Seyeon felt immeasurable satisfaction and happiness.
It was truly an artistic body. It felt as if it had been artificially created by applying perfect measurements to every part, like computer modeling.
Wherever Seyeon's hands touched, Yubin's body responded honestly. When her buttocks were firmly grabbed, they tightened inward; when her sternum was stroked, it shyly sank inward.
As Seyeon pressed on her chest, milk gushed out in spurts from her hardened nipples. Of course, sticky love juice also trickled from her pussy, soaking Seyeon's skirt until it was damp.
As usual, Seyeon's tongue, which had invaded deep into Yubin's small throat, suddenly withdrew, and Yubin immediately squirted pussy water with a squirt sound before lightly passing out.
Their lips made a smooching sound as they slowly pulled apart. Thick saliva stretched out and dripped between Yubin's breasts. Yubin looked at Seyeon with a broken smile. Seyeon also smiled.
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"Hup, hukk......"
Turning to look in the mirror, I struggled to insert the plug into my anus. When I pushed past the thick part, it slid in with a sudden pop, causing my legs to give way and making me collapse to the floor. Then the plug pressed against the floor and dug in even deeper.
"Hueu, heut......"
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I slowly got up.
Still, today's insertion was easier than yesterday. The time had definitely decreased.
And the foreign object sensation seemed to have lessened too.
After checking if the heart-shaped jewel was properly covering my anus, I hastily got dressed and headed to school.
The weather was somewhat cloudy. Yesterday, or maybe the day before, I vaguely heard on the weather forecast that it would rain sporadically for the next week.
'I should buy an umbrella.'
I always forget such resolutions, but anyway.
As I walked aimlessly through the streets, I suddenly found myself at school.
[08:14]
'Huh.'
I checked the time while climbing the stairs and realized I had arrived extremely early.
"Seyeon probably isn't here yet," I muttered as I slid open the door with a drrrruk sound.
"Oh."
As expected, the classroom was empty. Being alone in the gloomy classroom with all the lights off felt somewhat strange.
I flipped the switch to turn on the lights and approached my seat.
"Huh?"
Suddenly glancing at the next seat, I noticed a backpack hanging on the bag hook attached to each desk.
'Did Seyeon already arrive?'
It seemed like she had come to school and then gone to the bathroom or somewhere else.
Just how early does she come? Does she come to school alone at 8 o'clock?
Anyway, I figured that must be the case and left the classroom again. It wasn't for nothing that I came early today.
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"Oh."
"Ah."
Just as I went down to the second floor and was about to enter the teachers' office.
The door suddenly swung open and I encountered someone.
"...Seyeon-ah?"
"Ah, hello."
Seyeon looked at me with an awkward smile.
"Are you here to see the teacher too?"
"Mmhmm."
"Okay. See you later."
Seyeon blinked her red eyes, briefly grabbed my wrist, then let go. Then she walked off with a bbol-bbol-bbol sound toward the stairs.
'What's this...'
Since she said "too," it seemed Seyeon had just been talking with the teacher.
And she probably happened to run into me while leaving after their conversation.
That's what would normally be assumed... but somehow I couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling.
Anyway, I entered the teachers' office with quick steps. Perhaps because of the location, I felt somewhat nervous. At the same time, I found it a bit ridiculous. My mind is that of an adult, so why am I scared of this?
Looking at the name tags posted above the partitions, I found my homeroom teacher's desk.
"Hmm? Is that Yubin?"
The teacher, who had been sipping tea while looking at the computer, noticed me and straightened her posture. I awkwardly bowed in greeting.
"Have a seat here."
The teacher tapped the chair placed nearby. I sat down very, very slowly to avoid making any strange sounds. The teacher stared at me for a moment but didn't say anything.
The chair was warm. Probably because Seyeon had been sitting there just moments ago.
I sat stiffly and glanced at the teacher. The staff at this academy are divided into teachers who teach subjects and instructors who supervise sparring, and our homeroom teacher was the latter.
Though I still call her "teacher" in my mind since the term "instructor" hasn't stuck yet.
Our homeroom teacher was a woman with sharp eyes and dark brown short hair like an old tree. I heard she was a B-Class Hunter who worked for 15 years before coming here, and since she became a Hunter around age twenty, she's probably in her mid-30s now.
'When sparring first started, I was a bit disappointed to hear she was a B-Class Hunter.'
Seeing how all the other students were buzzing with admiration, she must be in a considerable position. Then again, from a web novel perspective, even A-Class seems mediocre.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Ah, no. I'm fine."
I was slightly flustered by her attitude, which was the complete opposite of during sparring. Now that I think about it, there were always teachers like this in school. Extremely strict during class but kind during one-on-one meetings in the teachers' office.
"What brings you here?"
"Well..."
I hesitated for a moment before slowly explaining the situation. That I suddenly felt nauseous. That I visited several hospitals but was told there's no problem. That I wondered if it might be an issue with my mana core or circuits, etc.
The teacher listened to my story until the end, alternating her gaze between the monitor and me, then took another sip of tea. I could see a mug with a picture of a young child printed on it, white steam rising from it.
Eventually, the teacher smiled slightly and spoke.
"It's hard to tell with something so vague."
"Ah, is, is that so..."
I felt something like my heart sinking.
"To be precise, there are too many possibilities."
"Too many possibilities?"
"Yes. As you said, it could be a problem with your mana core, or your body might be affected by magical energy from a Gate. You haven't been near any Gates recently, right?"
"Yes, yes! Of course not."
I knew the terrifying school rule that entering a Gate without permission before graduation results in expulsion and permanent revocation of Hunter qualifications, so I didn't dare try. Besides, entering a Gate with my current combat ability would be pure suicide.
The teacher gave several examples before concluding that it couldn't be narrowed down to one specific cause.
"Then... what should I do? If this continues, it's really uncomfortable. It hurts too."
At my timid plea, the teacher went "Hmm," pondered for a moment, then opened her mouth.
"For such inexplicable phenomena, seeing a mage is still the best option."
"A mage..."
This matched the method I had thought of before. Since the origin of the power Hunters wield lies in mana, it makes sense to see a mage who specializes in using it.
"Then should I see a teacher—no, an instructor who uses magic?"
Our homeroom teacher uses a sword.
"Hmm... Yubin-ah."
The teacher looked at me with what seemed like pity and smiled, then tapped my arm.
"The instructors here won't be able to help."
"Huh?"
"The classifications are different."
The teacher looked at me with slightly embarrassed eyes.
"The group specialized in combat and the group that studies magic academically are clearly different. Didn't you know that, Yubin?"
"Ah, no..."
When I answered dejectedly, the teacher smiled bitterly.
"Mages who fully understand magic and mana before engaging in combat are extremely rare."
"How rare are they?"
"There are about two S-grade Mages in our country."
"Ah."
I felt awkward and unconsciously scratched my cheek.
"Is the understanding of magic that different between combatants and researchers?"
"Yes. Think of it simply as the difference between a hospital and a school clinic. So, even if you visit combat mages, they won't be much help."
"I see..."
I nodded.
'Fuck...'
Seeing how the teacher explained things step by step, this too seemed to be common knowledge for Hunters.
...Have I been living too carelessly until now? I really need to study more.
"Then should I go see such a mage?"
"That's right. Many of them leave research institutes and open separate clinics, so they should be easy to find."
"......"
I thought for a moment.
"Um... Teacher."
"Yes?"
"How much... would such a clinic cost?"
"...Quite a lot."
"What would be the exact amount?"
"Roughly..."
After hearing the teacher's words, I nearly jumped up and did a somersault in the air.
"Wait, is that covered by insurance?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
"Ha......"
I can't even use Seyeon's check card for this. No matter how shameless I am, that's too much.
The atmosphere became quite awkward when money was mentioned. Since she's my homeroom teacher, she probably knows roughly about my family circumstances.
In the overwhelming silence, the teacher spoke first.
"Yubin-ah."
"Yes?"
"If necessary, why don't we go together-"
"It's okay!"
My unintentional shout startled the homeroom teacher. Other teachers also peeked over the partitions to glance at us.
Embarrassed, I quickly bowed slightly and continued.
"I'll handle it myself."
Though I interrupted her, I could guess what the teacher meant. She probably intended to pay the cost while going together. After all, a pitiful orphan girl from a low-income family would be rare.
Of course, if that wasn't her meaning, then I just jumped to conclusions... but if it were true, I wouldn't be particularly pleased.
I didn't want to receive sympathy or benefits for misfortunes that weren't even mine. Plus, I'd feel sorry for creating an unnecessary debt.
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes, really."
I answered with a slight smile.
"Alright, let's talk about this again sometime."
With those words, the teacher didn't mention it further.
After that, we only talked about other topics. Like my miserable sparring record, for example. When the teacher opened a Hangul file on the computer, my photo was there along with lines detailing my combat and skill characteristics. She always carried a notebook during sparring supervision—this must be why.
Anyway, I got thoroughly criticized for dozens of minutes in a gentle tone. I learned for the first time that there are over 765 different ways to say someone is terrible at combat.
Before I knew it, morning assembly time was approaching.
"Let's go up together, teacher and I."
"...Okay."
My mentality thoroughly crushed, I had been blankly staring into space when the teacher's voice snapped me back to reality, and I got up from my seat.