Interlude 3: The Result of Ignoring a Bully Was Getting Fancied by the World’s Strongest Teacher... I Have No Idea What’s Going On
She was a woman of peerless beauty who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the modern era.
Linslet Freanain’s entire personality was built upon a foundation of overwhelming self-esteem. Ever since the moment of her birth, she had known nothing but victory in every conceivable field.
Intellect. Courage. Martial prowess. And, above all—her appearance.
When she walked, every eye was drawn to her as if by a magnetic force. A single glance from her was enough to turn anyone, regardless of age or gender, into a trembling mess. Thus, to Linslet, the current scene was nothing more than a Tuesday.
“Is... is that Lady Linslet...?!”
“Dammit, that aura is insane...!”
“I mean... seriously, she’s way too hot! It’s unreal!”
With every step she took, her bountiful breasts swayed with a rhythmic boing-boing♥.
They were the perfect size—not too large, not too small. Their shape was divine, neither too high nor showing the slightest hint of sagging. Linslet made no effort to hide these assets; in fact, she exposed her body with reckless abandon.
Her waist was sharply defined, leading to a set of tight, toned abdominal muscles. Her thighs, currently bathed in the academy’s artificial lighting, shimmered with a supple, radiant glow. And with every stride, her posterior seemed to emit a distinct squish-squish♥ sound that one could almost hear.
Her outfit barely qualified as clothing. A few crimson strings were the only things preventing her most private areas from being bared to the world. It was a dangerously provocative look, yet it didn’t make her look like a common exhibitionist—it made her look like a goddess who simply didn’t care for the laws of man.
(Hmph. Everyone here is so boring,) she thought, looking down at the students. (I’m walking around as a world-class beauty in a total slut outfit, and yet...)
(Not a single soul has the balls to try anything.)
What she craved was the exercise of malice. She wanted to see a pure manifestation of ill intent—someone who desired to defile the supreme work of art known as Linslet Freanain in any way possible. Or, honestly... it didn’t even have to be that deep.
Bottom line: Linslet just wanted a good fight.
(God, I’m so pent up it hurts,) she sighed internally. (I had a hunch that coming here would lead to something interesting, but I doubt I’ll find anyone capable of actually satisfying me.)
By nature, Linslet was a woman who preferred solitude. The idea of her serving as an instructor at an academy was normally unthinkable. The only reason she’d bent her principles was due to the pleas of the woman she acknowledged as her only true friend—Her Majesty the Queen, Remiel Ringveid—and a nagging premonition that felt like a localized itch in her brain.
(I know Remiel wants me to protect her daughter from some "crisis," but frankly, I couldn’t care less about that. I just came here to find someone worth "doing." Remiel’s request is just a convenient excuse.)
Her boots clicked sharply against the floor as she marched forward. The boys in her wake—and even the girls—found themselves leaning forward, overwhelmed by her sheer sexual magnetism.
She wandered aimlessly, growing increasingly bored by the lack of aggression from those around her, until finally—
“Oh? Now that is an interesting scent.”
She caught the distinct aroma of conflict and stepped toward its source.
She found herself in the library. This particular facility was massive, boasting a collection of books that rivaled grand national archives. However, the place was currently deserted save for a small group.
The reason was obvious: a group of young thugs was causing a scene.
“Stop looking down on me! You piece of shit!”
A lizard-like male student was screaming. He wasn’t just throwing insults, though; he was unloading a barrage of offensive magic with everything he had.
“Stop it already, Ragusa!”
“You’re going too far!”
His cronies shouted half-hearted protests, but none of them dared to actually intervene. They were clearly terrified of him.
And for good reason. This boy, Ragusa Vindor, was ranked third in their entire year. He possessed significant power, and his ego was inflated to match. That pride was exactly what was fueling his current rampage.
“Look at me, dammit! Acknowledge me!”
Barely containing his rage, Ragusa slammed a powerful elemental spell toward his target.
And yet.
The boy on the receiving end didn’t have a single scratch on him. More than that, the barrier he had presumably deployed didn’t even flicker under the assault.
“Huh,” Linslet let out a soft hum, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the boy.
Despite being showered in pure malice and its magical manifestation, he remained perfectly composed, his face cool and detached as he focused entirely on his book. Seeing such absolute indifference... it lit a fire in Linslet’s heart.
“Let’s see if my intuition was right, shall we?”
In a heartbeat, a staggering amount of battle intent erupted from her body, accompanied by a howling gale of mana.
Only then did the others in the room finally notice her presence.
“Wh—?! L-L-Lady Linslet...?!”
“I-I told you! I told you this would happen! We should’ve stopped!”
Panic seized the group. Even Ragusa, who had been raging a moment ago, collapsed onto his backside, his entire body trembling with primal fear.
On the other hand...
“What do you plan to do to my Onii-sama?”
A beautiful blonde girl spoke up. Though she looked somewhat young, she was the only one who dared to show open hostility toward Linslet. Under normal circumstances, Linslet might have toyed with the girl a bit, but right now, she wasn't interested.
Her focus was entirely on the boy who was still reading his book.
“Hey, little boy. Look at me,” Linslet said, her voice sweet and inviting.
Anyone else would have obeyed instantly, without even a millisecond’s hesitation. Yet this boy... he didn’t even glance up.
“Hehe. I wonder how long it’s been since someone had the nerve to ignore me.”
She walked toward him, each step radiating an astronomical level of killing intent and mana.
“Kh...!”
Even the defiant blonde girl found herself unable to squeeze out another word. Yet, the boy remained immersed in his book, showing zero interest in the chaos unfolding around him.
Linslet looked down at him, a brilliant, predatory smile spreading across her face.
“—Look at me, you little brat.”
A crimson blade materialized in her hand. The moment it appeared, everyone in the room realized the sheer gap in their power and was struck dumb with horror.
What Linslet had summoned was a concentrated mass of ultra-high-temperature energy. While it was easy to make magic flashy and destructive on a large scale, compressing that same power into a small, stable form was a feat of extreme difficulty.
If Linslet had manifested that blade without condensing it, the entire academy—no, a significant portion of the Royal Capital—would have been wiped off the map. She swung this mass of apocalyptic energy down toward the boy without a shred of hesitation.
“Onii-sama!”
The blonde girl screamed instinctively. Even she could tell that this was a death sentence. Her Onii-sama was going to die—it felt like a fixed point in the future.
And yet...
“...Ahaha!”
Linslet laughed. She laughed at the outcome of her own strike.
“I put quite a bit of force into that... and yet, I didn’t even leave a crack.”
How long had it been since she’d found someone so worth breaking?
“Now then. Normally, the smart thing would be to analyze the nature of this barrier.”
She focused mana into her eyes, peering intently at the boy’s defense. In an instant, she grasped its entire structure.
“I see. It’s a conceptual bounded field disguised as a barrier. It blocks any attack as long as there’s even a hint of malice behind it. To use magic of this caliber at your age... you’ve got talent equal to mine. Maybe even more.”
She could feel her excitement rising by the second. Relishing the sensation, Linslet dipped into her vast mental library of techniques... and found a way to bypass the defense with ease.
“If I rewrite the essence of the formula, a conceptual spell like this collapses instantly.”
She lightly touched the barrier, flowing her own mana into it to alter a specific part of the sequence. Just like that, the barrier protecting the boy vanished.
However.
“Hehe. You really wanted to focus on your studies, didn't you? Casting cognition-inhibition on yourself like that.”
The boy still didn't move, continuing his reading as if nothing had changed. Seeing this, a spark of playfulness awoke in Linslet’s mind.
“Cognition-inhibition is forced to deactivate if the body receives a stimulus that exceeds its tolerance level. If it were some boring guy, I’d just punch him and be done with it, but...”
She licked her lips in a seductive, bewitching manner.
“...For a boy like you, it might be fun to try that technique instead♥”
Linslet crawled under the desk.
The onlookers could only tilt their heads in confusion, unable to fathom her intentions. But then, the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled—zzzzzt—reached their ears, and their eyes went wide with realization.
“No way. No, no, no, no, no. She cannot be doing that!”
Lumiere realized exactly what was about to happen under that desk, and she was struck by a wave of intense rejection... and yet.
(A w-woman other than Lumi... is putting her hands on Onii-sama...♥ I-I should be furious... but...♥ it’s so gross... it actually feels... good...♥)
Her latent NTR fetish, which had been dormant until now, suddenly flared to life. As she felt a heat spreading through her lower abdomen, her fingers began to wander...
“Ngh...♥”
Just as she began to indulge her own desires, a loud, wet sound began to echo from under the desk. It sounded like someone slurping up noodles with reckless abandon.
From where the blonde girl and the thugs stood, Linslet was hidden from view, making it impossible to see exactly what she was doing. However...
“Mph... chu, pop♥ Hehe...♥ I’ve never seen one this impressive before...♥ You’re really gonna keep me entertained, aren't you, kid...♥”
In sync with Linslet’s voice, the rhythmic sound of someone working a wet, rigid rod echoed through the library. By this point, there wasn't a single person present who didn't understand what was happening.
“Kh...♥ Haa...♥ Onii-sama is being... by someone who isn't Lumi...♥”
The lewd sounds continued to drift out from under the desk. Linslet was surely providing the boy with the ultimate pleasure using her enchanting lips, her smooth fingers, and her luscious breasts.
But even under these circumstances...
“Why?! Why the hell isn't he reacting?!”
“He’s being blown like that and he’s still ignoring her? What is wrong with his head?!”
“I mean... what even is this situation?!”
At this point, the thugs were convinced of one thing: everyone in this room was an incomprehensible monster. A normal person would have run away long ago. But none of the participants cared about their departure.
“Ngh...♥ Kh...♥ Haa...♥”
The blonde girl continued to frantically satisfy her own desires.
“Nfufu...♥ Even this isn’t working? You really are fascinating...♥”
The world’s strongest mage had finally found a target she could pour all her passion into.
Just as both of them reached a certain peak of intensity—
The boy, Alvart Zesphiria, deactivated his cognition-inhibiting magic.
...The events that followed are exactly as you’d expect.
Alvart, bewildered by the incomprehensible situation, fled the scene as if his life depended on it. Linslet watched his retreating back and whispered to herself.
“Fufufu...! Oh, I am going to enjoy this! My school life is finally looking up!”
Her heart was racing. Her very womb ached with a dull throb.
The first true rival of her life. A supreme prey that she would likely never encounter again. Visualizing his face in her mind, Linslet made a declaration.
“You’d better prepare yourself, little boy. I’m going to make you mine.”
And so, without the protagonist even realizing it... the number of women surrounding him had increased once again.
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