episode_0042

Improving skills and achieving high scores on exams.

A sentence with a natural cause-and-effect relationship.

It’s similar to the phrase “Study hard and go to college,” which I heard countless times in my past life.

Now, let’s look at the progression conditions of Chapter 2.

『Checking progression conditions.』 -[1-A Cadets’ magic skill improvement] -[Professor Pries’s new paper, read thoroughly (Clear!)] -[Overall midterm exam rank 3rd]

Chapter 2 has now unlocked its final condition.

Excluding the second condition, which I cleared by diligently reading the paper during the exam period, if I summarize the rest—

-Increase your magical skills -Get high grades

—It seems to be telling me this.

But that’s the wrong order.

Using the characteristics of the scenario conditions, I was given a ‘visual order,’ and other conditions were cleverly inserted between them.

This makes it seem as if skill improvement is a necessary condition for taking the exam.

However, the status window has never told me to ‘clear the conditions in order.’

So, to summarize—

-Take the exam, -Then improve your skills

—This is the correct order.

The reason is simple.

The midterm exams at the Nifrantz Academy are merely a prelude, a selection process, for the class competition that will take place in place of the final exams.

[Acastos]’s catchphrase is “Growth through trials”.

The Nifrantz Academy, which is the heart of the game, also inherits that intention, providing players and cadets with various trials.

It could be a small test, or a large task.

One of them is the competition of blood and carnage—no, sweat and competition—at the end of the semester.

It can also be seen as a team-building test where classes unite to achieve common goals.

Don’t you get the feeling?

The first condition seems to be for the midterm exam, but it’s actually for the class unity, that is, for the final exam.

Therefore, the most important condition in [Main Story Chapter 2: Midterm Exam] is not my midterm exam score, but the ‘overall growth of the class’.

Therefore, the conclusion is that the first condition should come at the end of the scenario.

“Growth through trials” also applies to this Chapter 2 itself.

It literally means to take the “exam” and then “improve skills”.

I feel strongly that this world is real, yet I am sometimes surprised by such a sophisticated system.

The fact that all my life is woven into a scenario is meaningless, but at the same time, it provides me with the motivation—the driving force of life—to firmly possess my existence as “me” within it.

That’s why I always do my best.

I boldly charge forward when necessary, but basically, I repeat flawless planning and perfect execution.

Such a life is actually a bit tiring.

However, seeing life go according to plan makes me feel at ease.

Perhaps not chasing Lulu away was also part of the plan.

I judged that there was still use for her.

And, as if she had finally come to her senses, she was diligently teaching the cadets.

Putting aside her usual condescending attitude, the sight of her giving one-on-one guidance to those seeking help made her look like a great teacher to me.

For a few days.

* * *

“Instructor, I’m having a little trouble understanding this part.”

Instructor.

What a pleasant sound.

Lulu Valentine, to put my hand on my heart, did not apply for the Academy instructor position with good intentions.

She merely stalked a person for physical pleasure.

However, just because her intentions were impure, it didn’t mean the process itself was impure.

Perhaps she really did her best.

It was her first time teaching someone, so she made an effort to make her rigid thinking more flexible and to consider new directions.

Because she is a Grand Mage.

Someone who enjoys magic, loves magic, and dedicates their whole life to researching magic.

In that they bring the mystical phenomena of the conceptual world into reality, they are a kind of artist.

A fervent wish; analyzing it, weaving a spell, and pouring in mana, this world responds with “magic”.

As long as there is constant longing and skill, magic could achieve anything.

That’s why magicians chase dreams.

They dedicate themselves to reality to realize their ideals.

People who have dedicated a great deal to reality are called Grand Mages.

Lulu, being a Grand Mage, had a slightly different way of thinking than ordinary people.

At the Imperial Magic Corps, she naturally entered as she came of age, and, of course, she had some trouble.

“These Imperial Magic Corps members can’t even use this level of magic?”

Most of the members were not Grand Mages, so their skills were far inferior to Lulu’s.

She had no reality, and therefore could not understand those inferior students.

The opposite was also true.

Ordinary people who gathered to make a living with their mediocre magical abilities found it difficult to understand a madman who had dedicated their life to magic.

Naturally… Lulu was alienated among them.

It doesn’t matter, I only need magic—she convinced herself.

But that self-hypnosis didn’t last long.

‘Again…I’m alone…’

The reason she initially fell in love with magic was to escape from reality.

Setting aside the sentimentality of a humble background, the loneliness etched into her heart like a tattoo continued to bind her.

And Lulu concluded that it was because of her immature appearance.

Why—the question was meaningless.

Questioning a Grand Mage’s thinking was pointless.

To avoid being alone, she showed her femininity.

Boldly and radically.

“You can’t even use this level of magic…? Pathetic… ♡”

The area of cloth covering her body decreased, and the physical distance narrowed.

The method was wrong, but the result was good.

Lulu, having had physical conversations with all the members, became their center.

Based on her recognition and skill, she rose to the position of captain.

Those who boasted about getting the captain’s position by selling their bodies are all dead (of course, they’re not really dead).

She was pushed out by skill, but ultimately also because Lulu enjoyed sex.

The very act of sexual release was an escape for her.

Anyway, because of this background, Lulu had two faces.

The front face, a Grand Mage who overturned all evaluations with her outstanding magical skills.

The back face, where, fearing that her true loneliness would be exposed, she cast off a layer.

With the balance of these two faces, she endured life.

And one day, that balance was broken.

Soaked in drugs, spending the night in incessant lust, Lulu felt physical pleasure as pain for the first time.

Because she had been forbidden from climax.

When she woke up in the morning, her libido had completely vanished. The word “lost” is more accurate.

The memory of pleasure is imprinted on the body.

However, evoking it became a trauma for Lulu.

Her stress, having lost its outlet, continued to build up inside.

Building and building.

That’s how the back face collapsed.

When the back face collapses, the front face naturally collapses as well.

Even the magic she had dedicated her life to, even the ideals she had exchanged for reality, felt meaningless.

“Instructor Valentine… are you alright? You don’t look well…” “I’m fine, I… I’m fine.”

If she revealed her deep-seated true feelings, Lulu Valentine, the person, would completely break, she herself felt.

She wore a minimal mask.

Let’s act as a diligent academy instructor.

She approached the cadet who asked the question with a smile.

Like a diligent instructor, moved by the pleasant sound of “Instructor,” her steps regaining strength.

“You don’t know this much…? Huh—”

She forcibly tore away the words that came to her lips.

“—What part don’t you understand?”

To forget, she rubbed the spot vigorously.

Her forcibly pulled-up lip corners were stained red.

. . .

There are various kinds of people in the world.

If we classify them based on when conflicts arise, there are the strong and the weak.

And this category changes with the slightest shift.

The weak becomes strong, and the strong becomes weak in an instant.

Lulu became weak after her life crumbled.

Unluckily, among the cadets she taught, there was a strong person who could find the weak like a ghost.

“Instructor~ I don’t understand this part~” “What part is it…?”

Shaking eyes, awkward touch.

Steps forced with strained effort.

The male cadet, the leader of 1-B, gathered evidence from each of Lulu’s small mannerisms that she was weak.

And the moment he was sure, he put his plot into action.

“I’m such an idiot, I don’t understand it at all~, come a little closer and explain it to me~”

Kwaak—

The cadet grabbed Lulu’s waist.

“H-hng—”

The rough touch of a male, remembered by her body.

She became excited, and at the same time, overwhelming disgust dominated her body.

“What is this…”

She couldn’t resist.

Physical pleasure was seared into her body like fire.

It began to bind her limbs from deep within.

The man whispered in Lulu’s ear.

“Hey… you’re already excited, it shows how your waist is shaking. Can an instructor ignore a cadet’s request for teaching?”

A thick finger pressed hard against her skin.

Gradually, the hand began to move down.

Mol-kang-

“H-huu-hng…” “Choose. Will you teach everyone here, or will you give me a private lesson?”

Here…?!

A chill ran down Lulu’s spine.

Just a few days ago, she had enjoyed sex.

Now, just the thought of it caused fear to permeate her entire body.

She shook her head.

“What should we do, Instructor?” “Later… Come to the innermost part of the 5th floor of the academy building…”

Ssiik.

Only then did the cadet release the hand that had been caressing Lulu’s buttock.

“Okay~ Ah, a supplementary lesson… how mean of you, Instructor! But I’ll have to work hard, right…?”

He shouted loudly.

Every time that booming voice reached her ears, Lulu’s mind became muddled.

She knew exactly what she was going to endure.

Her body keenly remembered it.

Her heart desperately refused it.

Fearfully, she arrived at the secluded classroom.

It wasn’t just one person who came to find Lulu.

“T- this is… what’s going on…!”

Actually, she had already guessed.

That it would go this way.

“Ah~ These guys are all idiots, they really want to take Instructor’s class.” “No way, you’re not going to teach them? Kukuk…!” “Hey~ Instructor, there’s no such thing~”

She slowly backed away.

Accordingly, the men walked into the dark classroom.

Overwhelmed with extreme fear and disgust, Lulu’s legs gave way, and she stumbled and slipped.

Kuung-

“Hi-ik—!”

Then, the “strong” people surrounding her began to laugh in unison.

“Kuhuk, Kuhhahahaha!!” “What, this woman is a slut, right? Why is she so virgin-like?” “I don’t know~ I guess she got scared seeing your face~” “Shut up, you bastard!” “Hahahahahahaha~”

And Lulu, the “weak”, began to tremble all over.

But nothing changed.

Countless cadets’ hands rushed toward her.

Lulu closed her eyes tightly.

And gritted her teeth.

. . .

Men lusting over her, doing their best to shake their waists.

Men who, like beasts, would thrust their organs inside, then suck on her nipples like children.

She could easily kill them using magic, but for some reason, when they were having sex with her, she couldn’t resist those men.

Lulu liked men.

To be precise, Lulu’s vulva liked their genitals.

That was her love.

And now, love had become hate.

The thick organ she used to enjoy, the semen that covered her entire body, the inside that accepted all of it…

All turned into fear and pain in an instant.

While all her holes were violated, Lulu was repeatedly immersed in pleasure and reached her climax several times.

For Lulu, it was rape, torture, and a public execution in front of countless people.

She couldn’t resist.

She couldn’t even make a sound.

Even if she cried bitterly, it would never stop.

Lulu lay limp on the dark classroom floor.

The men, having finished venting their lust, left the classroom one by one.

“See you tomorrow, Instructor~”

She sensed it.

She predicted it.

No, countless memories accumulated over time statistically proved it.

This is where the real nightmare begins.

When she goes to work, the curtain rises.

Her throat is violated by cadets who come to relieve their morning erections.

Her vulva is violated in a secluded corridor before entering the classroom.

She teaches, her womb full of their semen, violated by the gazes of the cadets.

As soon as the lecture ends, she is summoned to the restroom and violated again.

She fills her stomach with their semen instead of lunch.

Then violated again.

When the sun sets, after being violated until then, the curtain falls along with the hateful sunset.

And then she is violated in that dark place until she faints.

A few days later, they began to violate Lulu openly.

In the corridor where other cadets passed by.

Or even during class.

In the sight of countless gazes, Lulu had to endure their lust.

And.

The one person she really didn’t want to see it.

Perhaps the culprit of all this.

She was seen.

“…….”

Narias Philbrog—no, Princess Narita.

She encountered her again when she was reaching climax, their organs thrust in her three holes in the corridor.

The princess initially showed a surprised expression.

And gradually, her face began to contort.

As if she had seen something she shouldn’t have.

‘No…I’m doing this because I want to…’

Lulu unconsciously denied her current state.

With her shame nakedly exposed, she realized her true feelings.

She didn’t want to show this pathetic sight to Princess Narita.

She didn’t want her to see it.

There was only one reason.

Lulu, who had only loved organs, could not forget the taste of the princess’s organ.

Only she could fill Lulu completely.

Perhaps, more than anything in this world, she loved Princess Narita.

Even if it was a little twisted.

And that love, her true feelings that she herself didn’t know, were thoroughly shattered by herself.

Instead of seizing the opportunity to be with her destined partner, she pushed it away.

That’s why Narita made that disgusting expression.

Lulu’s limp hand fell to the ground the moment the princess turned around.

‘It’s… my own doing…’

She wanted to grab her and stop her.

She wanted to scream for help.

But she couldn’t.

It’s time to take responsibility for her foolish choice.

Lulu’s last conscience, the last mask called pride…

Suppressed her true feelings that had risen to her throat.

And so, she slowly sank into the swamp of nightmares.

And her red hair, even the last strand…

Was completely submerged in the darkness.

* * *

Bwoolkk-!

“Oh, what brings you here, Cadet Narias?”

Huk- Heok-

I ran at full speed, my hair disheveled, to find Professor Pries’s research room.

“Was there something urgent? Why are you so out of breath…” “Professor, Heok, I have something to ask you, Heok…” “What is it? Tell me. I will answer anything within my power.”

I don’t know why I’m doing this either.

Maybe I am mentally unstable after seeing those things, my trembling lips moving on their own.

“Professor, Heok … I would like to recommend a brilliant talent to your tower…!”