Bathhouse of Debauchery and Dark Secrets
The orgy bathhouse was called a bathhouse, but hardly anyone used it for its actual purpose. Here and there, men lay on the floor with female students riding atop them, lost in pleasure, or groups of three toyed with a wriggling woman. Whether it was rape or consensual, who could say.
"Ahh! Haaang! Hngh... Haat!"
A female student's moans rang out passionately as she shook her hips atop a fat middle-aged man's body. Her waist twisted with wild abandon.
Not real moans, after all. They sounded genuine at first, but after hearing true orgasmic cries from women so many times, he could spot the fakeness right away. It was just performative noise to tell the man, "I'm feeling it!"
In one corner, a man thrust against a woman's ass, while elsewhere two women gave a young messenger a handjob. Lee Hyun followed Cesare indifferently, eyes forward.
"See any woman you like?"
Cesare offered as if the girls were his personal property, his tone magnanimous.
Lee Hyun shook his head without glancing around.
"No, I'm good."
"Really? You should at least enjoy yourself since you're here."
"Nah, not in the mood."
"I see. Well, if it doesn't excite you, can't be helped. Everyone has off days."
Cesare headed toward the central bath. He stepped into a round tub already occupied by elderly men around his age, and perfectly warm water enveloped Lee Hyun's feet.
This smell... He'd thought it was just a pleasant aroma, but up close, it carried the faint trace of an aphrodisiac mixed into the bath. Not the aggressive kind that caused instant erections and raging lust—just a subtle tease, so there was no strong reaction.
As he dipped only his feet and hesitated, Cesare settled on one side with women flanking him. Two female students fawned over him, pressing close. They had classic hourglass figures: large breasts, slim waists, wide hips.
"Who's this? Cesare."
One old man paused mid-kiss with a student to ask.
As if he'd been waiting for it, Cesare smirked smugly and boasted.
"Heh heh, our long-awaited escape route, that's who."
"Escape route? What're you on about, old timer?"
"Can't believe it—outsiders and these guys, all so clueless. Tsk."
Cesare clicked his tongue in disdain at the others while scrutinizing Lee Hyun's face. A bespectacled old man suddenly widened his eyes and shouted.
"W-wait a minute. That's the punishment instructor! What the hell is he doing here?!"
"What else? Think he's here to bust us?"
Cesare snapped irritably, grabbing a woman's breast.
"He's the one who's finally gonna put an end to our pointless academy life."
"You mean the principal's finally opening up to us?"
"Ooh, afraid not—breaks my heart to say it."
Cesare shook his head regretfully, leaning back against the bath's wall as the women caressed him.
"The principal still won't budge. Same as the last one—stubborn as ever."
Trash-talking Helena right in front of him was a new level of grating. Lee Hyun felt a flicker of anger but held it back.
"Then this guy happens to share my views, right? Yeah, figured he might be the one to give us answers."
"What could this punishment instructor possibly offer us?"
Here, his words could lend credibility. He raised a hand to silence them, as if about to speak himself.
"Even ordinary people who couldn't use magic can now wield it."
"...What?"
"Shut the fuck up and listen. Hey, instructor—what'd you just say?"
Helping normals use magic, not just supporting mages? Irresistible to anyone. The old men shifted excitedly, startling the female students who scattered.
Lee Hyun repeated slowly for emphasis.
"Ordinary people who couldn't use magic. I'll teach you how to learn it."
Cesare beamed proudly, as if it were his achievement, flashing a grin. The old men rose and closed in, splashing through the water to surround him.
"We can learn magic? Without the academy's help?"
"Watch your words, boy. Better not be lying."
"Hey! Cesare! This is bigger than the original royal order. You finally pulled it off!"
Cesare smiled contentedly and waved them off from Lee Hyun.
"Out with you! Don't ruin our instructor's relaxation with your ugly mugs—he looks uncomfortable!"
"Ooh, our bad."
They returned to their spots, and Lee Hyun sat like the others to avoid awkwardness. Suddenly, one old man raised his hand.
"Why'd he come alone? Treat our VIP right—bring the premium goods!"
Goods? They called the students "goods"?
Sure enough, a young messenger fetched two women. Near-perfect blond beauties, Venus-like: smooth skin, soft flesh, big breasts and hips, tiny waists. Top-tier looks even by academy standards.
"You called?"
"What're you waiting for? Serve him properly."
"No, don't."
Lee Hyun stopped them hastily. Sure, sandwiched between stunners would feel great. Look at those perfect teardrop tits, those pink nipples. He wanted to dive in and devolve into vulgar orgy mode. He was a man, after all.
But not like this.
It reeked of sleazy hospitality, like a high official getting "gifts" from the underworld. That seedy vibe they all pretended didn't exist. No mood for it.
"What's wrong? Not to your taste?"
"No, just not feeling it."
The old man looked deflated, almost pissed. Why was he mad if Lee Hyun wasn't interested?
"You, come here."
He beckoned the young messenger who'd brought them. The man rushed over and knelt outside the bath.
"Yes, sir!"
"Our VIP's not satisfied. That all the eye you got?"
"Sorry, sir."
Why was the messenger getting chewed out? All because Lee Hyun wasn't in the mood?
"Useless fuck!"
Slap! He suddenly slapped him hard. The messenger toppled but stood, offering his cheek again.
"Your shitty taste ruined his mood!"
Crack! Another slap. The waiting students froze in terror. Was he venting? He climbed out and kicked the messenger full-force.
Thud!
"Gahk!"
"Get up, you fuck. You've always been shit at everything."
"S-sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sorry fixes it? Should I treat your old man like the trash he is too?"
"P-please, give me the women."
Lee Hyun couldn't just watch. He had to take the women to stop it.
It seemed less anger, more excuse to beat a guy he'd always hated. The old man spat disdainfully.
"Scram. Only alive 'cause of our instructor."
"S-sorry..."
The messenger fled, and uncomfortable students sat beside Lee Hyun, caressing him and pressing their breasts to his shoulders. Even soft titflesh on both sides felt off.
Unpleasant.
Atmosphere mattered. It made or broke the mood for intimacy. This vibe? No erection in sight.
"Hey, in front of our instructor? Makes us look bad."
Cesare chided mildly, and the violent old man laughed it off with a wave.
"Aigoo, you're right. Old blood still boils hot, y'know? Now you, suck my dick."
He casually ordered the woman beside him into a blowjob. She submerged her head underwater to service the old man.
"Enough fun—business time. Instructor, let's get to it."
Cesare leaned in seriously.
"That secret of yours. How'd a magicless nobody learn magic? What's the method?"
Lee Hyun paused dramatically.
He couldn't just spill everything. He hadn't come here to hand out secrets freely.
"Before I explain, Cesare, there's something you need to know."
"Me? What?"
As Cesare tilted his head, Lee Hyun began.
"Ever felt stalked lately? Or like your life's in danger?"
The old men murmured—what nonsense now?—but Cesare, intrigued, shooed the women away. He leaned on his knee, eyes narrowing menacingly.
"What do you know?"
"Pure coincidence. While tailing Ios Savin, I overheard something shocking."
"Spit it out."
"Can you believe Ios Savin is plotting to assassinate you?"
Silent shock. No one spoke, just stared. Cesare's veins bulged, eyes blazing.
"That bitch Ios?!"
"Had to slip out to a nearby village at dawn. Ran into her by chance."
"Cesare, don't buy it wholesale."
"Even if it's Ios, assassinating you is suicide. Could be a misunderstanding..."
"No."
Cesare ground his teeth audibly, eyes bulging so fiercely Lee Hyun worried they'd pop out.
"War's about to start. Ios, Eri—they're gearing up now."
"So... she has reason to kill you?"
"Suspicious shit lately. Didn't peg her for it. Heh, that fucking cunt. Always hated that arrogant glare."
Cesare snapped his fingers. The young messenger rushed over.
"I'm boiling. Fetch a bitch I can kill. Any second-floor slut, quick!"
"Yes, sir."
A bitch he could kill? As Lee Hyun turned in shock, Cesare grabbed a nearby woman's hair.
"Kyaaak!"
"Who the fuck do you think you are... that slut dares target me? Me?!"
He dunked her head underwater like torture. She thrashed, screaming bubbles for mercy, but no one intervened. The old men just ranted about Ios.
"Tsk tsk. Knew that wild bitch would bring fire."
"Cesare, what's the plan? She's overdue for it anyway. Let her slide?"
"Hit back. Yeah, hit back hard. I'm Cesare—who the fuck am I?"
A woman hurried over: average tits, skinny build, big pretty ass, plain face. Still cute enough. Obviously commoner stock.
"You called?"
Cesare stormed out, yanking her hair.
"Kyak! W-why?! What'd I do?!"
"Trying to assassinate me?!"
Slap! He backhanded her. Lean but strong hands for an old man. She reeled but stayed up, gripped by the hair.
"Fuck! That fucking Ios cunt wants me dead? Me? MEEEE?!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"P-please... mercy... I-I'm sorry... mercy..."
The innocent woman begged blindly for her life. No need to know why—just grovel like you deserve it. Would he really kill her?
As Cesare raised his hand again, Lee Hyun's body moved on instinct.
"C-Cesare!"
"Hm?"
Cesare turned. How to calm him? How to save her?
"I-I'll do it."
"What?"
"Your hand'll hurt. Let me hit her."
Otherwise, siding with a commoner slut could breed suspicion, erode trust. Better he did it—less damage?
"I'm the punishment instructor. Spanking asses is fun to watch, right?"
"......"
"Ios too. She's on my list. I'll help you strike back."
Cesare glanced at his hand and grinned.
"For our instructor's sake... I'll hold back a bit."