Subtitle: Child, you’re far too rambunctious~
Semuri rubbed her temples. “So, you’ve brought your ruckus to my doorstep?”
Qiweiya lifted her chin defiantly. “Exactly! Just one question: is this teacher going to be punished or not?” The teacher was so enraged he wanted to claw at the walls. “You were the one who started it! How did I end up in the wrong? And no matter how you look at it, it should be you, you little brat, who gets punished!”
Semuri’s lips curved slightly. “Oh? How interesting~ Teacher Ouka, correct?” The cross-dressing teacher, Ouka, immediately stood at attention. “Yes, Dean!”
“Tap, tap, tap.”
Semuri’s index finger drummed against the table. Her alluring, vermillion lips parted with a wicked curve. “Why do you think it’s student Namo Shuai who’s in the wrong, I wonder~ I’m truly quite curious.”
The young Ouka, oblivious to the subtle shift in Semuri’s tone, declared with righteous indignation. “What else could it be? Of course, students should respect their teachers! They shouldn’t interrupt when a teacher is discussing matters with others! And they certainly shouldn’t disrespect a teacher! Questioning a teacher’s gender! And even slandering a teacher with accusations of incest! It’s absolutely lawless!”
“Pfft, pfft, pfft!”
“You shameless teacher~ You’re openly flirting and showing off your affection right in front of us! And you dare say it’s my fault! I was clearly trying to help you, wasn’t I~ It’s truly a case of kindness being mistaken for malice! And someone like you is actually a senior teacher in our Special Abilities Department? A mage? You’re disgracing the path of magic! Don’t you know that only those who remain single for thirty years become true magic masters? You’re only in your twenties and already falling for a ‘dear sister’… I don’t even know what to say to you anymore!”
“Pfft… *cough, cough*.”
Semuri accidentally let out a laugh. When Ouka looked her way, she merely spread her hands. “Please, continue. I’m simply listening.”
Ouka, fuming, pointed a finger at Qiweiya’s nose. “So young, yet already going astray! At just seven or eight, you dare to defy a teacher! What will you become when you grow up? No matter how beautiful you are, you’ll just end up being caught and made into a—!”
Qiweiya was so incensed she was a hair’s breadth from delivering a whirlwind kick that would put him out of his misery! “‘**’? Let me tell you, even ‘**’ have professional ethics! Don’t look down on them! Their willpower might be even stronger than yours! Enduring different, terrible torments day and night, it’s absolutely something ordinary people can’t compare to! So, you don’t even have the qualifications to be a ‘**’!”
Semuri watched Ouka, who looked ready to unleash a nation-level magic cannon, and cleared her throat loudly a few times. “While I’ve listened to your argument… as the Dean, I still don’t know who is right or wrong. So, after much careful deliberation… I suggest you both settle this privately elsewhere~”
Both of them rubbed their ears in disbelief. “What! Settle privately?!” they exclaimed in unison.
Semuri raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Do you have an objection?”
Qiweiya shivered, then shook her head with a dry laugh. “No, no, not at all~ We’ll resolve it ourselves, won’t we, dear Senior Teacher Ouka~”
Ouka stifled a cry of pain from Qiweiya’s small heel digging into his foot, nodding vigorously. Semuri narrowed her alluring eyes languidly. “Then, if you please, both of you~”
With an expression on Ouka’s face as if he’d just swallowed something foul, Qiweiya yanked his tie, dragging him along. “Let’s go~ My dear Misstique~ Do I have to carry you?”
****
With a sharp “Snap!”, the door to a room Ouka himself hadn’t known existed was shut by Qiweiya. Oh! And she even sealed it with an enchantment for good measure!
Ouka, completely stripped of his previous composure, trembled uncontrollably. “Wh-what are you going to do? I’m a teacher; you can’t lay a hand on me! Be careful, the Dean will expel you if she finds out!”
Qiweiya sidled closer with a lecherous grin, patting Ouka’s delicate, porcelain-like face with a “Pat, pat, pat.” “Hehehehe~ Teacher, so you’ve fallen into my clutches after all? If that’s the case, why put up a fight earlier~ Come, come, come. I see that even though many people mistake you for a girl, you’ve never actually cross-dressed~ Well, now I’ll help you break new ground!”
Ouka cowered pitifully in the corner, shaking. “No! Don’t! Please, don’t do this! I’m your teacher! Be careful, or I won’t let you pass your subject evaluations in the future!”
“Oh ho ho ho~ You’re even starting to threaten me now! Seeing you curled up like a little kitten, occasionally letting out a tiny meow of warning, truly makes me even more excited!”
“Rustle, rustle.”
Qiweiya pulled out countless uniforms from a cloth bag that suddenly appeared in her hand—uniforms so scandalous they would make anyone blush… Yes, they were all quite revealing!
Qiweiya looked at the pale-faced Ouka, tossed the empty cloth bag aside, and plopped down onto the floor. “Come on~ Pick one! I’m truly benevolent! All you have to do is try on all of these, let me take some commemorative photos~ and I won’t bother you anymore~ Of course, if you’re as arrogant as you were today… *Ahem, hem, hem*~ then it won’t just be these, will it~ Oh dear! I’m suddenly looking forward to you causing me trouble again~ What ever shall I do?”
Ouka asked in a timid, soft, and sweet voice. “Is this really the only way? I promise I won’t interfere with anything student Namo Shuai does ever again… *Sob*~ Can you please let me go?”
Qiweiya wiped her nose, staunching the nosebleed that had sprung forth from sheer cuteness. “Impossible! How could I possibly let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Such a magnificent sight, one I wouldn’t see in a hundred lifetimes! Oh ho ho ho, teacher shame play! I’m so thrilled, so excited!”
Seeing Qiweiya in such a state, as if possessed, Ouka knew that he wouldn’t escape this day unscathed… With tears in his eyes, he could only pick out a less revealing outfit and put it on.
Qiweiya cried out in dissatisfaction. “Hey, hey, hey! Don’t try to pull any tricks on me! When I tell you to wear something, of course, you have to take off your clothes first! If you insist on doing it this way, that’s fine~ but—”
“Clatter, clatter, clink!”
Suddenly, the very items Aileika had once used to threaten Qiweiya appeared on the floor, including a vibrating ‘O’-rod, wiggling suggestively…
Qiweiya gazed at Ouka’s ashen face with satisfaction. “Then I’ll just have to use all of these on you~” Ouka’s expression cycled through various stages before finally settling into one of utter despair. “Fine! I’ll take off my clothes and put it on right now.”
The first outfit Ouka donned was a nurse uniform from a “uniform temptation” series Qiweiya had seen on Taobao in her previous life! Watching this teacher, who could easily pass for a girl despite his Adam’s apple and a mysterious bulge, wear it, Qiweiya felt like she was about to short-circuit~ It truly made her lose all self-control.
Though she managed to restrain herself eventually. “Click, click!” Qiweiya lowered her magic-powered camera. “Next, next! On to the next outfit~”
Ouka subsequently changed into more than a dozen outfits. Finally, with a look of utter refusal etched on his face, he left the small dark room after Qiweiya promised not to leak anything.
Qiweiya gazed at the photos in her hand, a perverted grin spreading across her face. “Mwahahaha~ This is absolutely fantastic! The quality is so good I could practically sell it as a premium photobook~ It’s beyond exhilarating! Simply amazing! But you can’t blame me for this~ It’s all because this teacher is toxic! Everything is his fault~ Hehehehe.”
As for dear Ouka, he spent the entire day in a daze, utterly dispirited~ But that had little to do with Qiweiya! As long as Qiweiya herself was happy, everything was perfectly fine!