Punishing the Delinquents
"You three. Who told you to slack off like that?"
They'd been giggling among themselves, but the moment I approached and spoke, they shut up like a flipped palm. Cold stares shot my way, but not a single one looked like they had any intention of answering.
"Not gonna answer?"
The student who'd been crouching and smoking a cigarette glanced at her friends on either side. She stood up slowly, clicking her tongue in annoyance.
"Let's go."
It was a sight that shattered any notion of educational discipline. Faced with their attitude of ignoring and trying to dodge the instructor, I couldn't settle for just a scolding anymore. As she tried to brush past me, I grabbed her arm and shoved her forward.
"Ah! What the hell are you doing?!"
In their minds, I wasn't some instructor—I was nothing more than an annoying servant. Time to drill that concept into them from the start.
"I'm not done talking. Skipping class to do what here?"
"Mind your own business?"
"Don't forget I'm an instructor right now."
"Instructor? Ha, yeah right."
She even let out a mocking laugh. The more I looked, the more they reminded me of the delinquent girls back in my world—same irritated tone, same blatant disrespect.
This level of attitude made me want to slap her cheeks back and forth instead of her ass.
"Whew~."
She was hopeless. She blew cigarette smoke right in my face, and honestly, I'd shown restraint just putting up with that much.
"Who the hell approved a loser like you as an instructor?"
"...Patience."
"What'd you say?"
"Dunno. Some kinda spell?"
"As if a servant who can't even use magic could cast one."
"Patience."
"You should've just stayed holed up cleaning the academy like always. They give you a fancy title like instructor, and now you're all high and mighty. Just a hunk of meat."
"Patience. They say three times covers even murder, and I've been plenty patient out of basic human decency."
Even after I said that, the idiot doubled down. When she suddenly tried to stub her cigarette out on my jacket, thwack. I slapped her hand away irritably.
Before the cigarette could even hit the ground, I swung the hand I'd pushed away straight into her cheek.
Slap!
A moment of dead silence. Students nearby who could see the scene forgot their training and stared our way.
It wasn't hard enough to snap her head around, but getting slapped out of nowhere left the student dazed, hand to her cheek as she stared at me.
"Wha... wh-what?"
The shock of getting slapped—by a servant, no less—had her still processing what happened.
'Damn. Should've held out for four?'
I'd done it, but slapping a witch was a shock even for me. Retaliation was guaranteed. Still, I couldn't stop here. Time to seize control.
"Vivian. Hands on the wall."
I'd checked the student roster and problem cases in advance, so I knew her name. Vivian snapped out of her stupor at hearing it, brushing back her disheveled black hair and baring a furious glare.
"You fucking psycho servant bastard!"
She reached for her wand, but my reflexes were faster. I grabbed her arm before she could grip it. No matter that she was a witch—a woman's strength couldn't match a man's.
I yanked the staggering Vivian and slammed her against the wall. Crossed her arms behind her back with one hand to keep her from struggling.
Thud.
"Kyaa!"
Before she could thrash, I flipped up her skirt and tucked the hem into her belt to keep it from falling.
Startled by my sudden move, Vivian tried kneeing me, but it didn't hurt—a witch who'd never hit anyone directly.
"Perverted bastard...! Perverted fucker! Let go!"
"Skipping class."
Vivian's panties were white. I hooked my fingers into the crotch and yanked.
"Possessing cigarettes."
I pulled up hard. The fabric wedged tight into her slit.
Squeeze.
"Heek!"
"And threatening an instructor, plus property damage."
I yanked mercilessly, her ass cheeks lifting with the panties. The tight wedge revealed glimpses of her pussy, and the pressure made her legs tremble.
"I'd love to give you at least a hundred, but no time—fifty it is. Got it?"
"Let go! Hey! Don't just stand there gawking—help me!"
She yelled at her two stunned buddies, who fumbled for their wands. Shit, this commotion should've alerted Professor Viola by now. Doesn't she know? Why isn't she here when I need her!
The moment the two delinquents raised their wands to threaten me—
Whoosh! Boom!
Two bursts of air-push spells knocked them back! Had the professor finally noticed? But it was unexpected saviors.
'Elves?'
First-year elves. Strangers I had no prior connection with.
'Why are they helping me?'
The other students just watched without lifting a finger.
"F-fucking knife-ears gone crazy!"
"Knife-ears" was a slur for mocking elves. Vivian spat curses, face twisted from the wedgie.
"You nuts? Think you can mess with us and get through academy life unscathed?"
"We repay favors."
"What?"
"We repay favors."
Two elves at first, then a third joined, all wands trained on them. Every elf in the training session had rushed to my aid.
'Favors?'
Then my index finger throbbed. It hit me—the favor ring from the elf!
Was this what they meant by "favor"?
'So that's what "favor" means?'
She'd said I'd get repayment someday. True to its name—a literal favor returned.
"Lower your wands. We know how to kill too."
The male elf warned, and the two delinquents quickly dropped theirs, gauging the situation. Vivian shrieked in panic.
"What?! Don't drop them! Why you scared of knife-ears! Fight and save me!"
"V-Vivian, even we can't take on five elves..."
"What? You psycho? What's scary about elves?!"
"...We barely paid attention in combat magic class."
Vivian fell silent, at a loss for words. That's why you attend class. Especially magic—your whole career as a mage comes from those lessons. No room for slacking.
These delinquents, too busy goofing off to learn, were now cowering before elves they'd dismissed.
"What's all this commotion during sparring training... Huh?"
Professor Viola finally approached—and froze at the sight.
Two mages disarmed, hands up; five elves aiming wands at them. And me wedgie-punishing Vivian against the wall.
I smirked with one corner of my mouth.
"Mid-punishment instruction. All good?"
Vivian wailed in humiliated terror at my brazenness.
"Professor! This servant's gone insane and sexually assaulting me! Help!"
Skipping class and ignoring the prof, but calling for her now. Viola glanced indifferently at Vivian and walked over.
Her expression was deadly serious. Seeing Viola approach, Vivian grinned triumphantly.
"You're done for! You and the knife-ears are all dead!"
Viola stopped in front of me. She stared coldly, then snatched the wand from Vivian's skirt pocket.
"P-Professor?"
"Wand's in the way during punishment. I'll take it."
She calmly confiscated the other delinquents' dropped wands too.
"The headmistress personally appointed the instructor authority to punish students. Even a professor has no grounds to interfere."
"Wh-where's that written?! Your own student's about to get beaten right here!"
"If you weren't the instructor, I'd have done it myself. Student Vivian! You've violated school rules countless times and ignored training."
"......"
"I'm glad an instructor was appointed. Kids like you who skip class, bully others, and ruin the atmosphere need harsh punishment."
Viola nodded at me to continue.
"Hope this fixes that attitude. You two as well."
"F-fuck! I'll report this! Tell my parents too!"
"Go ahead."
Viola crossed her arms, her tone icy. She seemed more thrilled by this than I was.
"If your family's higher status than the Michele family."
"Michele?"
"The Michele family?"
Not everyone knew. Whispers rippled instantly.
The delinquents paled; even Vivian whipped around in shock.
"Michele... You, wait. Don't tell me your master's Senior Sena...?"
Lots of first-years didn't know. Sena was amazing, but this influence? Beyond even professors.
"H-heard you were just a servant? Some lowly cleaner..."
I wasn't glued to Sena 24/7. Otherwise, I wandered Leden's lab or the academy. Sena let me act independently too.
"Done yapping?"
Slap!
"Heeek!"
This should stop the struggling. I kept the wedgie going, slamming a handprint onto her ass.
A red mark bloomed vividly on Vivian's pale cheeks.
"Commencing punishment instruction for Vivian and the other two. Resist or dodge, and cane strokes increase."
I released my hand. Finally time for this. I opened the cane case.
Out came a long switch. Vivian's face fell at the sight.
"All three of you—hands on the wall and bare your asses."