“Vernis, please be magnanimous and forgive me~ You see, this is all for work, really~”
Vernis’s blood-red eyes remained fixed on Qiweiya, utterly unmoved.
Qiweiya shivered, “Look at me! The great demon king Aileika has scared me utterly senseless! My nerves are a mess! I’m practically crumbling… Won’t you come and give me a hug~ comfort me?”
As more and more students gathered around, Vernis began to feel overwhelmed. “Let’s go,” she urged. “This isn’t the place to talk.”
“I won’t! I simply won’t! If you don’t comfort me and give me a hug, I’m not moving!”
Vernis buried her face in her hands, then, with a sigh of resignation, embraced Qiweiya. Qiweiya, looking utterly pleased, snuggled into Vernis’s ample chest, which was clearly D-cup or larger.
Vernis, her eyes like a dead fish, muttered, “…Is that enough? People are practically taking photos for souvenirs.”
Qiweiya shook her head playfully. “No way~ I haven’t had enough snuggles yet! Don’t be so hasty~”
Vernis’s temple throbbed with a visible vein. “Just get out of here!”
Qiweiya, suddenly seized by the scruff of her neck and hoisted into the air, looked utterly bewildered. “Huh? What in the world is happening? Wasn’t I just snuggling? How did it come to this?”
Under the peculiar gazes of the students from the special department, Vernis unceremoniously tossed Qiweiya into her chosen “second-to-last protagonist seat.” ‘Protagonists have always emerged from the second-to-last position!’ was Qiweiya’s steadfast rationale for this peculiar seating arrangement.
Qiweiya slapped the desk in indignation. “Vernis, you’ve become wicked! How dare you treat your master this way! Believe it or not, I’ll make your life difficult!”
Vernis cast a cold, indifferent glance at Qiweiya before returning her gaze to the front of the classroom. “Stop fooling around; class is about to begin.”
Qiweiya was so incensed she nearly leaped to her feet.
Tita Coris let out a cold snort, completely disregarding Qiweiya, and announced, “The teacher has arrived!”
Qiweiya, with a sigh of resignation, clamped her mouth shut and watched as a young woman entered the classroom from the doorway.
–Hey, Omiya~ Didn’t I leave you the dessert I made? What? It’s no good cold, and you want me to make it again? But I have to teach my students right now…
Qiweiya watched the young female teacher, who was openly displaying affection in front of everyone, with an expression of utter helplessness. ‘Honestly,’ she thought, ‘you look so prim and proper, almost picture-perfect… and with such a ladylike air, too. But why must you rub it in for us singletons, forcing us to suffer the pain of your love? Do you really think I wouldn’t swoop in, a god-tier homewrecker, steal your beloved, and then unceremoniously dump them? Make you cry your eyes out?’
“Hey~ you, ‘Tee-cher’ over there!” Qiweiya called out, mispronouncing the word. “Yes, you, I’m talking to you! Girl, do you really need to spoil your boyfriend that much? I’m telling you, a boyfriend like that should be dumped—you can’t go wrong!”
“Pfft.” Coris couldn’t help but let out a snicker.
“Hahaha!” A chorus of laughter erupted from the communicator, indicating that the person on the other end had definitely heard Qiweiya’s outburst.
–I’m so sorry! My student is misbehaving! I’ll discipline her right away! Please don’t be angry! It’s not good for your health, especially since you’re pregnant! I’ll hang up now, but I promise to explain everything later!
After a flurry of hushed apologies and frantic assurances from the teacher, the communicator finally clicked off.
The teacher let out a long breath, then turned his gaze to Qiweiya. “You’re a new student, aren’t you?”
Qiweiya’s lips curved into a slight smirk. “That’s right~ Teacher, what wisdom do you have to impart? Shall we have a contest of martial arts or wits? Just name your challenge~ Let’s have a little spar.”
The teacher, with a weary gesture, used his pinky to tuck a few unruly strands of hair behind his ear. “I’m a man,” he stated gravely.
“What? You’re a man! Holy moly! That’s terrifying!”
The teacher gave a cold sneer. “Do you assume everyone who looks like a woman *is* a woman? You’ll make a fool of yourself eventually.”
Qiweiya scratched her head, looking utterly perplexed. “But even your figure is incredibly feminine! Why are you a man? This defies both science and magic!”
The teacher choked. “I don’t have breasts! And… everything a man *should* have, I possess!”
Qiweiya’s gaze swept over him suspiciously. “But your Adam’s apple is almost imperceptible… And down below, hmm, a bit of a bulge~ Not bad, not bad!”
The teacher, feeling goosebumps erupt under Qiweiya’s lecherous gaze, hastily covered his crotch. “Alright!” he cried out, mortified. “Now do you believe I’m a man?”
Qiweiya nodded. “But even if that’s the case, you still shouldn’t flaunt your affection in front of us! How are we single people supposed to bear such a sight? Where does that leave us?”
The teacher slammed a fist onto the podium in exasperation. “That’s my younger sister! As her older brother, of course I’m going to look after her! Stop letting your imagination run wild! Now, get out there and practice two hundred extreme magic bursts! Move it!”
Qiweiya leaned against the wall, an unperturbed expression on her face. “Now, this is where the teacher is in the wrong~ As a good teacher who should respect elders and cherish the young, you actually want to physically punish little old me~ *Sniffle, sniffle!* How utterly heartless of a teacher~ And what’s more, you’re promoting inappropriate affection right in front of us! An incestuous relationship! I demand to appeal directly to the academy head!”