Spread Your Ass, Pussy House
As soon as the meeting in the Ass-Spreading Pussy House wrapped up, it was like everyone had been waiting for this exact moment—they all filed out of the conference room. They passed through the narrow door in perfect, orderly fashion, like an ebbing tide. There was no point in rushing out now; it'd just cause a jam. So I took my time, casually tidying my spot before standing, when someone sidled up next to me.
The young professor who backed Ios was still fuming, huffing as he whispered harshly.
"All that bullshit you spouted today. You'll regret it later, but it'll be too late. Servant."
"Still pissed, huh? Aww, need me to pat your head? There there, little baby got his feelings hurt? Big bro's sowwy!"
"Y-you fucking psycho…."
To catch a madman, you need an even madder one. The young professor shuddered and bolted. Smirking with satisfaction at brushing him off, I headed for the door—only for Professor Hachi to call me back.
"Professor Hachi, right?"
Hachi nodded impassively.
"I pushed your idea forward after hearing it out, but honestly, I don't see it happening. You're not Sena Michele."
But then Hachi cracked a faint smile.
"Still, it tugged at my heart more than those two factions. I'd appreciate some reward for backing you."
"I can't offer you anything tangible, but a sense of fulfillment? That I can provide."
"Heh heh, do I look broke to you? At my age, material desires fade. You start craving things that satisfy the soul."
Hachi shuffled out with the crowd. Watching his retreating back, I followed—only to feel a light poke on my shoulder. This time, it was Gregory. He just stood there grinning, so I spoke first.
"Thanks for the help, but I can't protect everyone."
"Oh, did you think I expected that? Sorry, but I'm not that weak a magician."
Tsk. Looks could be deceiving; the guy brimmed with confidence. His face was the picture of innocent handsomeness.
"Anyway," Gregory started circling me, eyeing me from every angle like I was on display. His gaze felt wrong—not the eyes of someone looking at a person.
"Is Sena's servant just different or something?"
"You're staring like I'm some zoo animal…."
"Any other quirks? I heard Leden's a doll and Grand's a wrapped-up corpse. You a doll too?"
He reached to lift my clothes on his own whim, so I swatted his hand away. Smack. Gregory looked mildly startled but quickly flashed a grin.
"Gregory, was it? Appreciate the help, but let's keep some manners."
"Hmm. I was a bit rude, huh? Sorry. Even as a servant, you're an instructor."
That wasn't what he meant. I'd pegged him as a good guy, but something felt off—twisted, maybe. The oblivious kind who didn't realize it themselves.
"Speaking of Sena," Gregory rubbed his chin, stepping closer, eyes sparkling as he asked, "What's she like normally?"
"…What do you want to know? She's no different from the other students."
"The strongest ice witch? There has to be something special. Her diet, her studies, her daily routine—stuff like that."
Relentlessly prying into someone else's private life. I shoved his shoulder to create distance.
"Enough. You're crossing into rude territory."
"Oh… really? I meant it as admiration."
No remorse—just pure disappointment as he rubbed his chin. What a weirdo. I'd misjudged him. The guy's missing a few screws.
"Just what makes her so strong, anyway."
"I'm out."
"Got it. …Oh, tell Sena I supported you."
"…Do I have to?"
"Wha—you're not gonna? Man, you're weird."
His shamelessness pushed my annoyance to boiling. No one could be this clueless.
"Doesn't Sena ever talk about me?"
"Sena even know you exist?"
"Of course! I've admired her from afar forever. Too nervous to talk, but I've visited her dorm and sent gifts."
"…?"
Hold up. This pattern, this MO—I'd seen it plenty.
"She never replied out of shyness, but she knows how I feel. Right?"
"Cut it out."
"Huh? Why?"
I grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. Thud! Gregory's back hit hard; he yelped in pain, eyes wide with shock.
"Cut the stalker shit."
"Ugh… S-stalker? I just admire her…."
"That's what makes it stalking."
Thud! I yanked him back and smashed him into the wall again. Fear started creeping into his eyes.
"My bad. Thought you were decent, but you're batshit crazy. Grand probably knows your type—why's he never mentioned you?"
"…Grand, Grand. If not for that witch-killer, I'd be by Sena's side by now."
Total nutjob. Some wire in his brain snapped, leaving him devoid of common sense. Dangerous because he couldn't see his own wrongs.
"That guy kept me from delivering gifts for five months—tons went to waste."
"She told you to stop, so stop. Why cling like a leech?"
"…Why should I? I didn't do anything wrong."
It made my skin crawl. I just wanted nothing to do with him. Realizing these internet psychos actually thought like this gave me the chills.
"It's admiration. Admiration! I love her powerful magic so much, I had to let her know."
"Sena hates that crap. Lucky she hasn't killed you yet."
I shoved him off and snapped,
"Don't ever pull that shit again. Mind your own business."
"Tell Sena about me, okay?"
"No. Hope I never see you again."
I stormed off with that warning, but a nagging unease lingered. Felt like I'd been marked.
"Thought you'd given up since I hadn't seen you around. Still lurking nearby, huh."
Clack, smack. Grand deftly parried my wooden sword, then whacked my wrist. The sting nearly made me drop it, but I countered instantly, slashing diagonally. He twisted away smoothly and kicked my gut, forcing distance.
"You knew?"
"Knew it. Fundamentally, the guy's got a screw loose in his head."
Grand knew Gregory was off too—same phrasing even.
"No matter how many times we scared or threatened him, his twisted beliefs held firm. Dangerous bastard."
"He stopped coming five months ago, though."
"Already been five months?"
Our shoulders collided; Grand roughly grabbed my collar and slammed me down. World flipped in an instant—I flailed dizzily, sword flying free. He offered a hand to the scrambling me.
"Thanks."
"He backs off when spooked, but stay sharp. If he hasn't quit yet, he's plotting something."
"Why are all magicians so fucked up?"
"That's magicians for you."
Back on my feet thanks to him, I wiped sweat with a towel from a nearby tree.
"Academy's about to turn into a shitshow soon."
"Yeah, that's the vibe. Fights breaking out in hidden corners we don't see."
Grand leaned against the tree, sweat-free.
"Small-scale for now, but if Elias or Ios steps up fully, it'll erupt into open war."
"They should just get along. Round up their leaders, spank 'em in front of everyone."
"Heh… that'd be a sight."
Grand suddenly looked away. At first I ignored it, but he didn't glance back, so I followed his gaze.
"Know 'em?"
"Nah, can't make 'em out."
It was the bridge linking the annex to the main building—high up, far off, not a spot you'd casually check. But someone was watching us intently. Too distant to ID. Our eyes met, and they bolted.
"We're being watched."
"Eri or Ios? Either could pull it."
"Gonna need to use what we've trained soon. Remember this, Lee Hyun. Don't wanna die? Kill."
A week passed. The surveillance lingered but wasn't constant—just occasional checks when they felt like it. Through Ignil's aides, I tracked Ios and Eri's movements. No big moves yet, but both factions were gearing up: poaching mid-tier groups, students diving into combat magic training.
Balancing training and instructor duties, the Intensive Punishment Room finally finished. Predictably, top-reserved client Sena arrived first.
Dim room lined with SM tools—sultry, claustrophobic vibe. Sena eyed the exotic gear with half thrill, half dread.
"All these ideas yours?"
"Like SM motels back home? Picked up stuff online."
"…What's that?"
"Our world's shared knowledge. Ah, shit—been ages since I surfed the net."
"Got it. Some info-sharing group? Anyway, what now?"
"Strip first."
I grabbed a wavy vibrator from the shelf.
"Ready to graduate your backdoor virginity today?"
"Th-there too?"
"Yeah. There's an enema setup in the bathroom—I'll show you how."
"E-enema?"
Bombarded by unfamiliar terms, Sena lagged behind. She was sluggish from the start. Time for my role: amp up the pressure.
"What're you waiting for?"
"…Huh?"
"Strip now and spread your ass. Pussy house."