#17 - Students Who Skip Class Must Be Punished
Morning broke, and I was getting dressed as I always did, readying myself for school.
"Um, Sheria?"
The look on Line's face as she called my name was—how should I put it—utterly pained. Her worry for me was written all over it, plain as day.
"It's okay, Unnie. What could possibly happen?"
That's what I said, but the truth was, I knew. I knew perfectly well that something would happen.
This world was an eroge world, first and foremost. Even if it had become my reality now, at its heart it was still an eroge world.
And in a world like that, a dorm supervisor who groped female students' behinds so roughly, so lewdly during evening roll call was never going to keep his hands off a student for long.
Even knowing full well what future awaited me, I had to go. Going was simply the obvious thing to do.
If I didn't show up, I couldn't attend school—and if I couldn't attend school, the entire story ahead of me might become impossible to play out.
"Haaaaah..."
Sighing from the bottom of my lungs, I headed for school, where—just like any other day—the disciplinary committee was putting students through this check and that.
They mostly only inspected the ones who came in late and rarely bothered with anyone else, so I figured I could simply walk past...
"Hey. Stop right there, Commoner."
At those words, my body locked up and halted as if frozen in place.
"But I'm not late today."
I tried to slip out of it with that, but the committee member who had stopped me—Conradin Grantche—declared with perfect confidence:
"Quite right, you're not late today. But that hardly guarantees that you, a commoner, haven't brought something suspicious onto campus, does it?"
"..."
"Then search me too...!"
Line, standing beside me, said it—surely to help me—but Conradin brushed her aside without a flicker of concern.
"As if the Magic Department's star pupil would be carrying anything of the sort."
"Then why her...!"
"Because she's different. Word has already spread far and wide that she's a delinquent."
As if. Delinquent? What did I even do to deserve that...
"Professor Gerhardt Lobel himself has said it: the first-year commoner student Sheria stayed out of the dormitory overnight without permission. Can you guarantee a student like that is no delinquent?"
"Ugh..."
With nothing left to say, Line gritted her teeth, and I turned to her.
"Unnie, I'm fine. Go on inside."
"But..."
"Please. Just go in. Don't stay here."
At that, Line only nodded.
"Okay..."
As if it were for my sake, Line simply withdrew from the scene, her eyes shut tight.
And then...
"Now then. Shall we begin the inspection?"
With a bold, vicious grin, Conradin closed in on me.
I held out my bag and let him start with my belongings. Opening it, he began rummaging through the contents, hunting for something.
Anything suspicious? Anything dangerous?
Of course there was nothing. There couldn't be. As if I would ever carry something like that.
—Swish, rustle, rustle.
Having pawed through my bag this way and that, Conradin soon dumped every last item onto the ground and began examining them one by one.
As if hoping against hope that I'd slip up on something.
Mercifully, a frown began to crease his face. Naturally—there was nothing there but books.
But that changed nothing either. This was merely the stage that would decide how far he intended to go.
"Then next, let's search your person."
"..."
I knew. It was a pretext. Whatever he did, it would amount to nothing more than feeding his own greed.
And still there wasn't a word I could say. I didn't even possess the means to resist.
Because I was a commoner scholarship student with no backing, no power—not so much as a single patron to my name.
—Grab.
"Mmmnh...♡"
Conradin started with my breasts. His touch was, obviously, not the touch of a man searching for contraband—it was a touch meant, quite openly, to toy with me and degrade me.
Lewd, creepy, revolting—and yet the kind of touch that threatened to wring ragged breaths out of me at any moment.
"Haaah... haah... hah... huaaah...♡"
—Knead...♡ knead...♡
Hot breaths kept spilling out of me. Just how long did he intend to keep this up?
—Knead...♡ knead...♡ knead...♡
"Mmm...♡ nn...♡ hnnngh...♡"
No matter how desperately I fought to stifle my moans, my obscenely sensitive body had already begun responding to the mere kneading of my breasts.
Worse, my body seemed to have grown even more sensitive after the goblins' "training." After being bombarded with stimulation for that entire endless stretch of time, left smoldering and aching—if it hadn't grown sensitive, that would have been the strange part.
Even so, I found myself wishing I could somehow do something about this body of mine.
—Knead...♡ knead...♡
"Mmmnh...♡ nn...♡"
The kneading went on and on, and the moment I let out another hot, shuddering breath—
—Flick!
"Hnyaaaah...♡"
Without warning, Conradin's finger brushed against my nipple.
My nipple—stiff and swollen red.
"Merely being inspected, and already this aroused, nipples standing at attention? What a lewd little bitch in heat."
"Hyaah... haah... haah... haah...♡"
As my ragged panting burst out of me, Conradin grinned ear to ear. Yes—as if he were deeply satisfied at having worked me up.
Compared to that brute from the disciplinary committee before... Brandt Heidel, this reaction was far more amateurish. Brandt Heidel hadn't been pleased at making me aroused. Rather, watching me genuinely lose myself had aroused him in turn—the air of a man who had pushed plenty of women over the edge before.
Maybe that was why, without quite meaning to, I curled my lips and provoked him.
"You're... that... pleased... over something... like this...♡ How cute... haa...♡ haaah...♡"
Cute. That one word seemed to strike a raw nerve in Conradin's pride as a man.
—Grab!
—Squeeeeeeze♡
"Aaaghh♡"
A grip strong enough to hurt. Those fingers seized my breasts, quite literally brutal in their force.
"You dare mock me? A commoner dares mock me?"
"Nnngh... aaah...♡"
I panted helplessly under the unrelenting mix of pain and pleasure. And watching me, Conradin Grantche smirked all the wider.
After some time, he released my breasts with a rough shove.
"Whew. Right. If I let myself be baited by a provocation this petty, I wouldn't be a Grantche."
"Haa... hah... haaah...♡"
Gasping, I tried desperately to calm the fire in my chest. As if utterly blind to any of it, he moved straight on.
—Grab!
—Whoosh!
"Kyah...!"
He seized my skirt and yanked it straight up.
"Yellow? Ha. So you came to school in underwear a tacky color, just like yourself."
"Nnngh..."
I wore these because they were the only underwear I owned—and even that earned me mockery. It felt like double payback for the insult I'd thrown at him a moment ago.
—Slide.
"Huaaah...♡"
Conradin Grantche lightly dragged a hand up my pussy, then gave me a single look, thick with lust.
I did my best to avert my eyes from that gaze drowning in desire, to simply ignore him—but he couldn't have cared less, and touched my pussy once more with those fingers.
—Press.
"Hnnnnngh♡"
Having had his feel of me, Conradin seemed satisfied with just that much, and let my skirt fall back into place.
"Good. I'll stop here."
"Haaah... haa...♡"
"But you would do well to remember what happens to those who provoke the disciplinary committee. The Grantche family. Understood? Commoner."
"Hnnn... yes..."
Nodding only because I had no choice, I gathered up my scattered things and fled the spot.
And by the time I came back to myself, I was already seated inside the lecture hall.
"Haaaaah..."
The stares inside were as withering as ever. Under them, I took my seat and readied myself for the lecture.
Honestly, I hated all of it. Every last bit of it.
The disciplinary committee bastards with fire in their eyes, just waiting for their chance to toy with me. The students in this room, watching me like I was a hopeless case. And me, unable to do a single thing about any of it.
I hated it all.
But if there was something I hated even more, it was what came after this lecture—after the afternoon Magic Department lecture had ended as well.
What I would have to walk into next. The disciplinary committee office.
That office was the thing I hated most of all.
Because going there meant going to where Gerhardt Lobel was—that pervert who was professor and dorm supervisor both.
Please, let the hours drag. Let time crawl. I prayed with everything I had, but naturally, no one heard a word of it.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, the day slipped away and after school arrived, and I made my slow, heavy way to the disciplinary committee office, where Professor Gerhardt Lobel was waiting.
When I finally reached it, I knocked as respectfully as I could manage—and from within came that voice I so hated to hear.
"Enter."
—Creeeeak.
The door swung open, and as I stepped inside, Professor Gerhardt Lobel greeted me with a wide, toothy grin.
"There you are."
"...Yes."
—Creeeeak.
—Click!
Shutting the door and locking it in the same breath, the professor led me toward the inner room.
The inner room. The moment I stepped into that bare, empty space—
—Thud!
"Kyah!?"
—CRASH!!
Professor Gerhardt Lobel had shoved me.
To him it must have been the lightest of pushes, but with the overwhelming gulf in strength and sheer bulk between us, I toppled forward with pathetic, effortless ease.
"Now then. Time for your education."
Gazing down at me with lust-clouded eyes, the professor murmured those words.
And I knew, with absolute certainty.
There was nothing—nothing at all—that I would be able to do.