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#5

The teacher was a very rough and dirty woman, unlike her appearance.

Her studio and laboratory were always messy, and her study and bedroom were no different.

The parts of bookshelves and desks that were out of reach were always covered in dust, and the floor was strewn with things like snack bags and bread bags.

I don’t know because you can’t go up to the second floor, but it probably won’t be much different.

Do all women with big breasts have personality flaws?

I even imitated her lazy lifestyle for about a week, thinking that maybe living that messily would make my breasts bigger, but unfortunately that didn’t happen.

It just proved that the teacher was a dirty woman.

Anyway, that’s why, while living in her mansion, aside from learning magic, I spent the most time cleaning.

I did that on my own without her asking me to.

I don’t think I’m obsessive-compulsive, but how can I live in a place like this pigsty?

As a roommate, I couldn’t bear to just sit by and watch.

Thanks to that, our messy living environment was transformed into something close to a miracle, and the Master looked at me with very satisfied eyes.

If you’re that satisfied, tell me a magic trick to make your breasts bigger quickly.

When he said that, Sol was told that he had no manners toward his master, and he made Sol eat rice again in front of his eyes.

What a bitch.

I won’t be cleaning for the next three days.

Let them realize how precious their disciples are.

With that thought in mind, I turned on the Internet.

Living under a mean teacher with a dirty, picky personality and a bad sense of taste, in an isolated society cut off from the outside world, the thing that gave me the greatest comfort was the Internet.

I’m feeling pretty bad today, so I guess I’ll have to gossip about my teacher.

I entered the Hunter Gallery as usual.

Thanks to my active attendance and daily attendance for nearly three months, I have become a somewhat named Gonic user.

Her nickname is “Glamorous High School Girl of the S-Class in the City.”

[All the big-breasted girls seem to have shit in their heads ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ] (S-class glamorous high school girl in the province)

: Okay, okay

I pictured crazy bitches with big breasts in my head.

It’s just a bunch of facts, right?

Cider. No, my cool remarks reminiscent of hydrochloric acid will soon go beyond a conceptual article and become a holy place.

But… the response I got was quite different from what I expected.

– What the heck is this kid ㅋㅋㅋㅋ He always brags about being a pretty girl with G-cup breasts, so why is he suddenly dissing women with big breasts? (ㅇㅇ)

– Haha …

Come to think of it, isn’t my chest a washboard? (Level 2 Awakener)

– You idiotㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I confessed to a girl with big breasts and got rejected (a hunter with national power)

Nah really lol (I like it)

N This is itㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ (Magical Girl Daisuki)

Oh my.

I hastily deleted the post, but my mistake as a named user was captured and embedded in the concept article, and I was criticized.

Is it no longer possible to walk around with your head held high in the Internet world?

It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling to have my alter ego attacked.

Feeling aggrieved and angry, I turned this arrow in a different direction.

The reason I wrote this article is because my teacher made me angry.

The teacher is a great man.

So, Geyu is a crazy bitch.

Even Socrates would cry = After organizing the crazy bitch’s syllogism, I clenched my fist and shouted in my heart.

If you shout loudly, your teacher will hear you and harass you again.

Shit! It’s all because of those big-breasted crazy bitches!!

I turned off the gallery once again, my animosity towards the big girls boiling over.

#6

The provocative media speaks.

Witches are said to be evil beings who use black magic using human bodies as materials.

Of course, these days, most witches have taken on the role of foolish chicken coop heroines who are obsessed with the protagonist and give him everything they have, but at least that is the impression of a classic witch.

Anyway, what I wanted to say was that the witch’s class was more wholesome than you might think.

My teacher, Eugene, was a witch well versed in alchemy, and as her disciple, I also invested most of my time learning alchemy.

What is alchemy?

The study of using an object called A to replace it with a completely different entity called B.

That was alchemy.

For example, it is a vain study that involves burning useless clay or rocks to make gold.

But it’s crazy to burn gold to make rocks.

Therefore, alchemy must consume something worthless to create something valuable.

To be honest, the industrial processes that modern civilization creates could also be seen as examples of alchemy, such as creating artificial diamonds by processing coal at high temperatures and pressures.

Even at this very moment, countless graduate students are probably baking stones in their labs with tears in their eyes, contributing a little to the advancement of alchemy.

But what our witches had to create was magic. It was a miracle-like ability, perhaps even greater than magic.

If mana exists now, it is an all-purpose material comparable to the philosopher’s stone as a material for that ability. Mana can be burned, but witches cannot use magic power.

It’s not because I’m lacking.

Not all witches can control mana. My teacher, Eugene, was no exception.

That is why witches, as monsters, used the material called ‘mystery’, which is completely different from magic but can implement supernatural powers, and twisted the world’s order based on their own imagination.

This mystery was so vague and difficult that it actually took me some time to understand it.

Well, let’s talk about that later. Anyway, what I wanted to say was that the witch’s classes were very static and specialized.

Using seemingly useless alchemy herbs, you can create a potion that makes you have happy dreams, or boil stones, grass, and animal bone powder to create cosmetics that make the area you apply it to transparent.

Yes. If I were to compare myself to learning alchemy from my master, I would say it’s like feeling like a graduate student in chemistry.

If I think about it, my situation wasn’t all that different from that of a graduate student.

Every day, I take care of my teacher, Eugene, cleaning the house, doing laundry, preparing meals…

Oh, thinking about it makes me mad.

I sipped my morning coffee (which I had re-ordered five times because it didn’t suit my taste) and glared at Eugene, who was reading the newspaper.

Even though she must have read my heated gaze, she didn’t even blink or respond.

It’s already been almost a year since I started rolling around like a dog under her.

Although I am not as good as my master Eugene, I have also reached a level where I can use a considerable amount of magic.

If you include not only her specialty, alchemy, but also the magic she is personally studying, the number would be even greater.

But she still doesn’t teach me that.

The magic of becoming glamorous, which was the biggest reason I decided to become a witch.

‘Considering that your specialty is alchemy, it seems like you could make something like a growth elixir.’

Then, is it true that the Master’s ample chest was also created entirely by the power of leaping?

Well…. Well then, I’m a little disappointed. It turns out that these are ‘fake breasts’ made from alchemy, not natural ones.

“Master, when are you going to tell me?”

“What?”

“What is it! Of course it’s a magic that makes your chest bigger!!”

Chook.

The sound of newspaper pages turning echoes.

She ignored me without even pretending to listen.

I can’t stand it anymore!

I jumped up from my seat and pressed down on the newspaper she was reading. In an instant, the paper crumpled and her face was revealed.

Island.

I swallowed without realizing it at the sight of my teacher’s eyes narrowing in an eerie way.

She looked up at me.

I don’t know why that alluring face, which I thought was familiar, feels so scary.

“… … .”

I tried to scrunch up my face to show that I was angry, but I unconsciously shut my eyes tightly under the pressure of the teacher.

Swish.

I feel her arms reaching out.

Are you hitting me? Are you hitting me??

When will I ever get to hit this cute little body!

As I was shivering like that, strangely enough, her hand fell on my head.

And then he gently stroked my little head.

“I’ll tell you later, Heaven.”

“Nep… .”

His cold attitude was nowhere to be found, and he had returned to his old, languid expression.

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the cold sweat drip down my spine.

Of course, let’s not swear in front of others. We should just swear on the Internet.

She apologized to me belatedly.

“Um. Sorry about earlier. I was just angry for a moment.”

“Oh, no. I was being rude… .”

“Huh, you know what I mean?”

Her snow-white hand pinched my soft cheek this time.

She added softly, shaking my ball so that it didn’t hurt.

“The magic you want definitely exists. So don’t worry.”

“Ah… Yes!”

“By the way, why do you want to grow so much? I still think you look good.”

… … ?

What the heck? Is this a scam??

A height that cannot be compared to that of an elementary school student.

A flat chest that cannot be distinguished as front or back.

Are you saying that after seeing this situation where you can’t find any femininity no matter how hard you look for it?

No. In the first place, didn’t you take breast enlargement pills and get that big?

As I looked at the teacher with a bewildered face, she scratched her cheek awkwardly and said.

“Ahaha. Sorry?”

As expected, the witch doesn’t understand the girl’s heart.