The Allure of Teacher Vivian

Ai Ou ambled through the campus of Saint Roland Academy.

A night had already passed since the freshman welcoming party.

Given his less-than-friendly relations with those nearby, Ai Ou had departed after the dean announced the feast could begin. He had simply eaten his fill and left, possessing no interest in watching the subsequent performances.

Spending time with such vexing individuals seemed far less appealing than returning home to embrace his obedient maid.

Following Thomson’s earlier instructions, Ai Ou arrived at the building designated for second-year students.

He gazed at the colossal, floating magic book atop the building and the immense magic staff sculpture before its entrance.

This unique architecture bore a resemblance to famous landmarks from his previous life.

The magic book symbolized knowledge, the magic staff represented mana, and the floating aspect signified spiritual power.

For a mage, knowledge formed the core, mana was their strength, and spiritual power acted as the miraculous force that facilitated the interchange between the two.

These three elements symbolized the mage’s three core tenets.

Ai Ou entered the ground floor lobby. The moment he opened the door, a woman appeared in his line of sight.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her light blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin was smooth and fair as milk. A small, delicate nose, cherry-red lips, and a pair of eyes, shimmering like autumn waters, gazed at Ai Ou, possessing an enchanting allure.

Even her voluminous purple mage robe could not conceal her exquisite figure. On the contrary, the broad fabric seemed to accentuate her curvaceous form, making it even more breathtaking.

This woman exuded the intellectual beauty of a mature woman. While her appearance was comparable to his young maid Elena, Elena seemed far too naive in comparison, like an unripe green apple.

The woman before him, however, was a perfectly ripe peach, flushed with crimson, giving the impression that a single bite would leave one’s hands sticky with juice.

Suddenly, Ai Ou’s pupils contracted. He noticed a mage’s emblem pinned to the left breast of her robe, adorned with seven stars.

This was a Seventh-Tier Mage!

Her power surpassed Provence’s, yet Provence was already an old man. This woman, however, was in the prime of her beauty, radiating the aura of a mature woman.

‘It seems Provence is still too weak,’ he mused.

“Ai Ou White.”

The ripe woman spoke, her voice surprisingly clear and melodious, like the soft whisper of a nightingale.

“I specifically waited for you here, Ai Ou White. I am your instructor. Due to your super-grade affinity for both water and fire magic, the academy, after careful consideration, decided to assign you to the second-year Water Element Class One.”

“Of course, you are welcome to attend any Fire Element classes to study subjects of interest at any time. By the way, my name is Vivian; you may call me Teacher Vivian.”

The woman’s cherry lips moved as she spoke, opening and closing like a ripe cherry, making one want to lick them, then bite down hard to savor their tender sweetness.

“Hey, Ai Ou, are you listening?”

Vivian noticed Ai Ou had zoned out. She bit her cherry lips delicately with her pearly teeth, then lightly licked her lower lip, speaking with a hint of annoyance.

“Ah! My apologies, Teacher. I got a little distracted.”

Ai Ou snapped back to attention and offered Vivian an apology.

Vivian nodded, her eyes revealing a mix of curiosity and awe.

‘Dual super-grade magic talent combined with super-grade spiritual power… Besides the great Dean Douglas, no student this formidable has emerged in decades! This is truly a first. The God of Magic must truly favor Saint Roland Academy,’ she thought.

“Very well, as this is our first meeting, I shall forgive your impoliteness this once. Do not repeat it. Although your magical talent is so exceptional it invites envy, talent is merely your foundation. What determines your future achievements is your own diligence…”

“Teacher, I understand.”

‘Whatever such a beautiful woman says must be right,’ Ai Ou thought.

Vivian was pleased with Ai Ou’s humble demeanor. In him, she sensed a maturity and steadiness uncharacteristic of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, which, for someone accustomed to dealing with unruly youngsters, gave her the feeling of conversing with a peer.

“Then let’s go. Meet your classmates; they are very much looking forward to meeting you.”

A faint smile touched Vivian’s lips. She then turned, leaving Ai Ou with a figure that stirred his imagination, her hips swaying invitingly, making him want to playfully pat them.

Following Vivian’s steps, he arrived in a spacious room.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and several long tables were arranged, laden with various strange bottles and jars of all sizes.

Inside the room, over thirty young boys and girls, clad in orange mage robes, watched Ai Ou, who stood behind Vivian. Their youthful faces displayed a myriad of expressions: surprise, curiosity, doubt, envy, and amusement.

While Saint Roland Academy did have students in their twenties or even thirties, Class One was reserved for those with exceptional talent. Older students typically possessed average aptitudes, which was why only young faces, and no elderly ones, could be seen in this class.

“Alright, let’s welcome our transfer student. This is our new classmate…”

Vivian looked at Ai Ou with encouraging eyes and said, “Introduce yourself.”

Ai Ou nodded, performed a mage’s salute to everyone, and stated calmly, “Hello everyone, my name is Ai Ou White. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“That’s it?”

Ai Ou nodded. Vivian offered an awkward smile, then addressed the class, “Everyone, please welcome our new classmate, Ai Ou.”

A sparse round of applause rippled through the room, with most of the clapping coming from the girls in the class.

Suddenly, a discordant voice, tinged with sarcasm, emerged from the classroom.

“Hmph, he’s small, but he’s got quite a temper, doesn’t he? So arrogant.”

After speaking, the person burst into laughter.

Ai Ou remained expressionless, his eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinized the ‘monstrous individual’ who had mocked him.

‘A tall tree in the forest is bound to be toppled by the wind; the gun shoots the bird that sticks its head out. Bearing the name of a genius inevitably attracts the jealousy and malice of petty people,’ he thought.

Moreover, Ai Ou was not unfamiliar with this person before him.

Upon hearing the remark, Vivian frowned and coldly snorted, “Silence, Furlan!”

After being reprimanded by Vivian, the person could only wear a sullen expression.

“Ai Ou, you can sit here.”

Vivian gently pointed out a seat for Ai Ou.

“Since you’re a transfer student, you might fall behind. I will tutor you afterward to help you catch up quickly. This is a Potionology class; you can observe and get a feel for it.”

‘After class. Private tutoring.avi?’

Ai Ou felt a surge of excitement. This woman exuded an addictive charm, like a poppy, making him feel a sense of enthrallment.