96. Rebecca’s Educational Lecture

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The day after firmly promising Author Yoo Eun-ha not to corrupt Rosaria, I found myself trembling at the academy.

“Uwaaaaaah.”

My tail. My precious tail that I’d dramatically reveal for phase two transformations now hurt too much to even extend. Showing up at the academy in this state was the worst. My back felt like it might snap from overuse.

“Are you okay?” The very dark elf and flame spear maiden who’d half-ruined my tail yesterday pretended to console me.

“No more crossdressing for a while. Got it? Actually, crossdressing is fine – just no more tail-dicks. Understood?” My warning made Leina and Han Suji pout. I’d discipline them properly later.

Enduring the vicious tail pain through morning classes, Rebecca soon stood at the lectern.

“Today’s theory lesson covers defeating shielded monsters. First, understand that shield magic involves projecting internal mana outward as protection. Beginners make shield shapes, but experts can envelop their entire bodies.”

A rare practical lecture, though mostly irrelevant to overpowered beings like me and the heroines present.

“Will we learn shields today?”

“This is primarily for ranged mages. Spellblades can use it too, but their damage suffers. That’s why no sane hunter becomes one – except certain guild masters who’ll get themselves killed in dungeons.”

Spellblades – masters of both magic and swordsmanship.

“So we either evade until their mana depletes or overpower them?” asked an A-class student.

“Crude but effective. Higher-level cyclopes and ogres maintain shields differently. Lower-level cyclopes lack shields entirely, while advanced ones project shields through their eyes.”

Meaning the cyclops we’d fought with Bbeopmi-jjang was trash-tier.

“Disrupting their eye control breaks the shield?”

“Exactly. Even if attacks don’t penetrate, repeated strikes to the eyes will collapse it.” Rebecca chalked diagrams of cyclops weak points on the board.

“What about ogres?”

“Their lower bodies are thick but mana-thin. One good mana-infused strike shatters them like glass.”

Sounded legit – though “just hit harder” worked fine for me and the heroines. I’d rather see Rebecca’s voluptuous figure in sexy outfits than this lecture.

The Q continued about golems and other monsters until I noticed Choi Si-woo grinning oddly. She’d get disciplined too.

“Golems are tricky. Their shields link to dungeon cores. Either overpower them or evade to disable the core. They’re slow and often return to position. Sometimes each room has a core.”

Our previous dungeon run must’ve been lucky. Why schedule this for weekends?

“Why weekends specifically?” I asked.

“Hanseong Academy’s been closed. Consider this make-up time.”

Of course. Other classes were already doing full dungeon fieldwork to rehabilitate our “Villain Academy” reputation through proven results.

“Rosaria’s here today too. She needs Korean dungeon experience.”

Speaking of, Rosaria sat in the corner avoiding my gaze. Another potential conquest – if only my tail wasn’t wrecked from crossdressing.

“Should I claim Rosaria first?”

Before Allen or anyone else could, I wanted that British saintly pussy. My uselessly aching tail twitched at the thought.

What irony – the world’s ultimate weapon crippled by sexual overexertion.

“Theory’s done. You’ve already cleared several dungeons, including the Glass Dungeon boss?”

That pushover. Even Eumseupmari’s dolls could’ve handled it.

“Yes.”

“You’re practically A-rank already. Except you foreign students – stay behind.”

“Why us?”

“You’d break the difficulty curve. Other classes booked all practice dungeons, even Seoul Academy’s presidential hunter trainees.”

Seoul Academy – the President’s personal hunter facility in the original story, created to counter the Hunter Association’s influence. Those students unknowingly become President Ha’s dogs.

“What should we do then?”

“Self-study.”

“Even Rosaria’s going?”

Unacceptable. My aching back wouldn’t stop me from claiming Rosaria.

“Yes, Rosaria too.”

“This can’t be.” I slumped as Leina glared daggers into my back. Was that Ray outside the window? Surely my imagination.

“Don’t look so bereft. Rosaria lacks field experience – she can’t self-study.”

“Wahhh.” I’d have to sneak into the dungeon crossdressed. Painful but necessary for that fallen saint experience.

“One more thing.” Rebecca turned back while leading the class out. “You’ve heard of Baekhwa?”

My head snapped up at the name. Association involvement meant trouble.

“The monster leading survivors in the quarantine zone?” Kotone chimed in. Why would Japan’s power broker care about a Korean monster?

“Correct. She’s now officially listed as a villain with a 5 billion won bounty. Check the news – it’s trending.”

5 billion? For what? I’d just toyed with intruders before ejecting them. This made no sense – especially since Seo Ji-yeon never appeared in my timeline.

“What a perfect allowance opportunity,” I played along.

“Yoo Eun-ha – Yoo Jin-seok says to stop you if you try crossing the barrier.”

“Why doesn’t he come himself?” That brother-complex bastard.

“That firebat bitch stole his first kiss from Baekhwa, so he’s busy comforting her. Anyway, dismissed.”

As Rebecca left, Ping Tao muttered, “Irresponsible professor! Create content if you have none!”

Hypocrite. With our proven skills from the tournament and dungeon, teaching us separately would waste everyone’s time. Though I wouldn’t mind sampling the Illusion Magician’s charms.

“Hey, Si-woo. Come here.”

The blushing Divine Sword Hero obediently sat on my lap.

“Why so shy♥” My groping elicited moans – Lust’s corruption heightened her sensitivity. That heart-fluttering voice surely meant her womb was quivering.

A corrupted yuri heroine – truly precious. My tail twitched violently.

“Eek! My tail!” I convulsed as the trapped appendage spasmed painfully.