episode_0015

As I headed towards Sara with Alisa, I glanced at Pernia. She was observing me with narrowed eyes, seemingly suspicious of an event that didn’t exist in the game. I had expected it, but it still stings. ‘To show such a meaningless weakness.’ I didn’t want to draw attention to myself if possible, but Alisa’s condition seemed too dangerous to ignore. If something happened to her, it would ultimately be my loss. It was an unavoidable risk.

“Professor. I’ve brought my partner.”

“Good. Alisa Bretes, Ruan Friuli. You two are group 7. Rest until the other groups are called.”

“Yes, understood.”

Sara also beamed as she looked at me. In her mind, she thought I had accepted her advice and reconciled with Alisa. Even if the end wasn’t good, at least I had made the effort.

‘She’ll be surprised in a bit.’ I’m really curious what kind of expression she’ll make when she sees us beating each other half to death during the sparring session. I sat down on a bench in the corner. “……” “If you have something to ask, just ask.” “I don’t.” “Then why don’t you stop staring? You’re going to burn a hole through my face.” “It’s my business. If you don’t like it, find a new partner.” “I guess I will.” I abruptly stood up from my seat. Alisa’s eyes widened, perhaps not expecting me to change my mind so quickly. Her fingers twitched and her lips mumbled, as if she wanted to grab me right away. But her petty pride wouldn’t easily allow her to act. I let out a chuckle at the sight, and Alisa, realizing it was a joke, suddenly scrunched up her face.

“What are you laughing at?” “I wasn’t laughing.” “Don’t lie. You seem to be mistaken that I accepted your proposal, but I still hate you immensely. I want to kill you right now. So don’t act chummy with me. It’s disgusting.” “……” I hadn’t really thought I’d become friendly with Alisa, but I seemed to have been too excited about having eliminated a potential variable. Replacing words with silence, I closed my eyes and waited for the awkward moment to pass.

A moment later, Sara gathered everyone. “Alright, now that all the groups are formed, we’ll officially begin class. Since it’s the first day, we’ll be learning basic techniques. Some of you might already know this, but focus as if it’s a review. What I’ll be teaching today is about ‘domains.’ A domain, simply put, is the range of your influence. You can solidify your domain by understanding the distance between yourself and your opponent.” Sara explained the concept of domains in an easy-to-understand and extended manner, also offering tips for mastering it. Her teaching was excellent, unlike what one might expect from a mercenary who had grown without systematic training. Even I understood it at once.

‘It’s very faint, but I remember learning this when I was young.’ Ruan Friuli, as the eldest son of a marquis, had also trained quite diligently around the age of ten to inherit the position of a border count. He had heard about domains from the knight assigned to him by the marquis at the time. Not long after, Sara’s explanation concluded.

“Anyone who didn’t understand? No one? Then, disperse and practice immediately. The practice method is up to you. You can carefully observe each other’s stances, or you can go straight into sparring. However, avoid striking vital points. If someone dies, it’s straight to jail. Alright, begin!” As soon as the signal was given, those who had paired up scattered, taking their positions in various spots. Alisa and I also moved to a suitable location. Soon, facing her, I performed some simple stretches, then clenched my fists and took a stance.

“Can I attack right away?” “Stop talking and come at me.” “Alright. Here I go.” Alisa, who had long since ‘graduated’ from concepts like domains, seemed eager to beat me up as soon as possible, urging me on quite impatiently. I loosened my tension by stepping in place, recalling the tip Sara had given. ‘Wrap your body in ki-sense.’

Ki-sense is a technique that literally means ‘sense of ki’ and involves receiving various sensations by utilizing ki. When you wrap your body in it, you naturally receive all sensations when you move. Of course, since it’s your own body, sensations are conveyed even without wrapping yourself in ki-sense, but it’s almost impossible for a person to perfectly control their own body. To be able to do that, one would probably need to reach at least level 300. In any case, I should be able to quickly grasp my own domain using this method.

“Hooo… *Gasp*!” After taking a deep breath and adapting to ki-sense for a moment, I lunged at Alisa in a surprise attack. ‘First, a light feint.’ *Swish!* Without exerting excessive force, I threw out my lead hand, maximizing its speed. Such an attack doesn’t have much power, but it has the advantage of low risk. Meaning, the chance of being counter-attacked is low. However, Alisa was different. She tilted her head to dodge my incoming punch, then rushed over and delivered a heavy blow to my solar plexus. *Thud!* A suffocating pain washed over me.

“Cough…” I couldn’t even properly scream, and with saliva drooling from the corner of my mouth, I knelt down. “Ahahaha!” At that moment, laughter rang out. Suppressing the pain that felt like my insides were tearing, I turned my head and saw Alisa’s lips twitching into a smirk. She looked down at me with gleeful eyes, continually chuckling. ‘That crazy bitch.’ Angered by the blatant mockery, I clutched my abdomen and stood up.

“Hey. What do you think you’re doing?” “What is it?” “Professor said not to hit vital points. Did you forget?” “Oh, that?” Alisa shrugged her shoulders as if it were no big deal. As I gnashed my teeth at her irritating demeanor, she said something even more infuriating. “What does it matter? As long as I don’t kill you, it’s fine. I can control myself just fine.” “You? You said you want to kill me. Are you trying to kill me by pretending it’s an accident?” “Not at all. I wouldn’t end it that easily. If I kill you, it’ll be later. For now, I’ll just enjoy beating you up, so rest assured. It’s much easier to beat someone without killing them than it is to watch them do nothing and feel depressed. Got it now? Come on.”

These words meant nothing less than that she would continue to strike vital points in the future. Close-quarters combat class is twice a week, so for the next year, I would have to endure the same pain tens of thousands of times. I belatedly regretted why I had proposed to Alisa to be partners. ‘But I can’t turn back now.’ Well, it might be possible if I begged Sara and appealed to her, but I didn’t want to go that far. Instead, I wanted to somehow grow stronger and stronger to humble Alisa. I looked forward to seeing the expression she would make then. “Let’s give it a try then.” “You’re surprisingly fine. Did I hit you too lightly? I’ll have to increase the power a bit.” “…Control yourself well. Hwaaaap!” I threw myself into hell. What followed was endless pain. I was beaten so terribly that it would bore anyone watching. I only gained freedom after my body and mind, unable to endure the pain, shut down.

***

It was a familiar large chest. Before feeling flustered by the sight I witnessed upon opening my eyes, I first felt gratitude. The large breasts, occupying half the ceiling, boasted a beauty that no man could ever take his eyes off. As I stared blankly at the large breasts, a pink idiot hair twitched and stood up above them.

“You’ve woken up. How do you feel?” “……” Perhaps due to being mesmerized by the breasts, or because I had been beaten to a pulp before losing consciousness, I felt no urge to answer. I simply focused on the breasts. ‘Where have I seen these breasts before?’ Seeing my dick try to react on its own, it seemed I had relied on them quite a bit for lewd purposes, but for some strange reason, I couldn’t remember. Did I hit my head earlier? Just as frustration welled up from the elusive clue, a peculiar face, combining innocence and maturity, suddenly peeked out from beyond the large breasts.

“Really! Stop looking at my breasts and answer me!” “…Saintess.” “Yes. I am Saintess Iris. Do you understand who you’re ignoring now?” Her cheeks were puffed out like a child’s, making her look like a balloon that I wanted to poke with a needle. A question suddenly occurred to me. ‘Why didn’t I recognize her right away?’ I must have used Iris as ‘fodder’ for masturbation over a hundred times, so why couldn’t I even get a hint? Especially since I had imagined performing titty-fucks with those breasts countless times. A strong sense of self-doubt crushed me. ‘I don’t qualify as a veteran player.’ As I gazed at her breasts with lingering regret, feeling as if my entire life was being denied, Iris’s palm smacked my forehead. *Smack!*

“I told you to stop looking! You pervert! You’re the first person who’s stared at my breasts for this long!” “Iris…” “Don’t call me by my name! I don’t want to be called that by a pervert!” Even with both eyes blazing in anger, her naturally gentle appearance made her look only comical. Thanks to that, my mind became clear. ‘It’s time to stop acting like an idiot.’ I clenched and unclenched my fists, checking my physical condition. Confirming that I had fully recovered, I sat up and faced the Saintess.

“Did the Saintess heal me?” “Yes. But why are you being so formal? Your attitude suddenly changed, it’s suspicious.” “I just regained consciousness. It seems I must have hit my head when I collapsed.” “What? That can’t be right? Stay still. I need to take a look.” The Saintess, tilting her head in confusion, extended her hand and grasped my head as she instructed. At the same time, a warm light bloomed, illuminating the surroundings. Meanwhile, I admired her large breasts.

‘How moving.’ Facing something in real life that I had only seen on a screen made my heart pound. Of course, I wasn’t completely lost in thought like before, but my masculine instincts wouldn’t easily allow me to look away. Still, I managed to control my gaze, and then the Saintess removed her hand from my head. “Your head is fine. Though I’m debating whether to call your current state ‘fine,’ there are no immediate abnormalities.” “Is that so? That’s a relief.” “…You’re really strange.” The Saintess continued to eye me suspiciously, as if she couldn’t adjust to the sudden change in my demeanor. When I didn’t even bat an eyelid, she grasped her own breasts and lifted them up.

Perhaps to support their immense weight, her hands pressed firmly into her breasts. The flesh bulging between her fingers asserted a strong presence. Soon, her hands granted the breasts freedom. “Gasp!” I couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. Just as the massive breasts, plummeting under the force of gravity, were about to sag downwards, they bounced back up with the strength of resilient Cooper’s ligaments, then began to jiggle wildly. That captivating movement made me resent the fact that I didn’t have a camera in my hand at that moment. Discovering the deep disappointment etched on my face, the Saintess smiled with satisfaction.

“Hmm! So your head isn’t injured after all. You’re just a strange pervert by nature.” “Surely you weren’t trying to confirm that?” “Of course I was. I can’t let a patient under my direct care leave the recovery room without being fully healed, can I? Anyway, you’re fine now, so you can go. I need to see other patients.” The Saintess rose from the chair, stretched, and then, after offering one last visual treat, finally left my side. “A Saintess truly is a Saintess.” Although limited to men, her very existence had the power to make energy well up. The problem was that I was a transmigrator. “She doesn’t seem to have noticed anything in particular…” I had deliberately used post-traumatic stress disorder as an excuse to act with a different personality than Ruan Friuli, but the Saintess, while considering me strange, didn’t seem to entertain the possibility of me being a transmigrator. Perhaps because she herself couldn’t lie, she didn’t imagine I could deceive her so perfectly. ‘That’s a relief.’ I got off the bed. Checking the clock, there were only 30 minutes left until lunchtime. If I procrastinated, I wouldn’t even be able to eat lunch and would have to wait until dinner. First, I should fill my stomach.