episode_0152

Chapter 152 – Doubt

“Mmm…”

Carefully opening my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling…

“Isis! Are you awake?”

Just as the ceiling was about to come into view, Regina’s face suddenly popped up, filling my vision.

Isis, jolted awake, blinked a few times, then gently pushed away Regina’s face, which was getting closer and closer.

“I’m fine. But where are we?”

As she sat up, Regina clicked her tongue in annoyance and replied, “Tch! This is the infirmary. We came to a nearby city.”

“I see.”

It seemed the train couldn’t go any further and there were many injured, so they decided to take a break.

Isis recalled the scene before she lost consciousness.

“Oh! Regina-nim. How is Ruan? Was he badly hurt?”

“…Are you worried about your brother?”

“Of course! Ruan clearly faced the cult member alone at the end. He absolutely couldn’t have won…”

Ruan, who, despite knowing there was no chance of winning, chose to confront the opponent in anger after seeing her injured.

He looked so incredibly cool, but her worry still took precedence.

“Regina-nim. So, how is Ruan? Where is he?”

At her question, Regina’s brow furrowed slightly.

She was simply displeased that the person she loved prioritized someone else over her, but to Isis, it came with a slightly different meaning.

Isis’s face instantly went pale.

She hastily grabbed Regina’s hand and asked desperately, “Tell me. Wh-what happened? Was he, was he badly hurt? Regina-nim! Please tell me!”

“Calm down.”

“How can I calm down?! Hurry! Where is he?! I need to go to him!”

All sorts of terrible scenarios played out in her mind.

Ruan’s already cold, lifeless body, or a funeral hall with only his belongings because even his body couldn’t be recovered—there was only the worst, to the point where even a barely-breathing farewell would be considered fortunate.

Regina looked at Isis, who was on the verge of panicking, and said irritably, “He’s not hurt at all! So calm down!”

“What? Not… hurt?”

“Yes. He’s completely fine. He was just nursing you and then we swapped. I think he said he was going to get a drink.”

“R-really?”

“Really. Why would I lie about something that would be easily found out?”

“…That’s true. But how…”

Isis’s questions wouldn’t stop.

It was a relief that Ruan was safe, but surviving a 7th-tier wizard like Selina seemed impossible.

Noticing her obvious thoughts, Regina explained with an annoyed expression, “Isis. Aren’t you being too overprotective? Ruan Friuli isn’t a child.”

“I know, but still…”

As an older sister, she couldn’t help but worry.

Isis mulled over Regina’s words for a moment, then suddenly recalled a memory.

It was the memory from the snowy mountains.

‘He certainly wasn’t a child, was he…’

Ruan’s was so magnificent that it barely fit in her two hands.

And that intense heat and strong male scent.

Recalling the sensations from that time, her body grew hot and sensitive. Isis’s cheeks flushed red, and her breath became subtly ragged.

Regina’s eyes narrowed.

“Isis. What are you thinking about?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing! More importantly, Regina-nim, do you know what happened? Did Ruan defeat the cult member?”

A desperate struggle to change the subject.

Regina sensed the suspiciousness but also realized there was nothing to gain from digging into it.

She decided to play along with Isis.

“I don’t know the exact details either. But he had a trump card. That’s why he insisted on going himself. Otherwise, I would have gone.”

“A trump card? Do you know, Regina-nim?”

“……No? I don’t.”

“That’s a lie. What is it? The trump card.”

Despite her denial, Isis was far from satisfied. Her firm resolve to get to the bottom of it put Regina in a difficult spot.

Regina pondered for a moment before offering a standard response.

“Th-that’s something I can’t tell you. Ask him yourself.”

“Him? Where did you say Ruan was?”

“Are you really going now? You just woke up. You shouldn’t move yet.”

“I know my own body well. I’m completely fine now. Hurry. Tell me. Otherwise, I’ll keep asking.”

“……”

Regina fell silent.

She wasn’t silent because it was difficult to speak, but because she deliberately chose not to. Because spending a long time with Isis was something she desired.

When weighing enduring Isis’s questions against sending her to Ruan, the choice naturally leaned towards the former.

Unaware of this, Isis continued to barrage Regina with questions to make her speak.

And then, she thought.

‘By the way, was that a dream?’

A faint, ambiguous fragment of conversation remained in a corner of her mind.

– My brother… I love you…

It was her own confession.

– I’m not your brother.

Ruan’s reply.

If it were just the confession, she could blame herself for a mistake, but Ruan’s answer made it impossible to distinguish if it truly happened or if it was a dream.

But perhaps it was a dream?

It had to be.

If it were reality… she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.

*

“Ruan!”

As I sat on a bench, sipping a drink, a familiar voice called out to me.

I turned my head and saw Deborah.

“Deborah? What brings you here?”

“Why? Can’t I come?”

“That’s not what I meant. You don’t have any injuries. Don’t you not need to be at the infirmary?”

At my question, Deborah approached with light steps and sat down next to me.

“I came to see my friends.”

“Friends?”

“Yes. Even excluding Ruan, there are a few friends in the infirmary. You didn’t think I came just for you, did you?”

Deborah looked at me playfully, as if asking if I was that self-centered.

I couldn’t help but admire her.

‘She’s grown so much.’

She used to always be the one teased, but now she’s initiating jokes like this. She’s so endearing that I wanted to stamp a million kisses on those small lips right away.

Suppressing the urge, I pinched her cheek.

“How dare you tease me? You’re quite cheeky, aren’t you?”

“Ow! L-let go!”

“No way? Your cheek is so soft and bouncy, like a rice cake. Maybe I’ll take a bite.”

I really leaned my face in as if I was going to eat her.

“Ah, no! Don’t do that!”

Deborah’s face flushed bright red, and she struggled. However, her hands just flailed in the air, completely unable to stop my touch.

Seeing her resistance so weak, it almost seemed like she wanted me to do it.

‘No, that can’t be.’

I enjoyed the feel of her cheek for a bit, then let go.

Deborah flinched for a moment, then covered her cheeks with both hands and rubbed them.

“Hmph… You’re so mean. What if my skin sags from this?”

“You can just get a facelift. Magic procedures are good these days, I hear. You’d even get a friend discount, wouldn’t you?”

“Is that something you should say?”

She pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction with my careless words, then she became cautious and asked carefully, “But Ruan, I have one question.”

“What is it?”

“Well… I heard that a 7th-tier wizard went after Ruan’s group, right? And that a barrier was set up, isolating the student council president, and then Ruan went to help her. Is that true?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Where did you hear that? It’s incredibly detailed.”

It was too accurate in its details to have simply been overheard.

As I looked at her suspiciously, Deborah wiggled her bottom, moving to put a little distance between us, then continued to ask.

“Oh, anyway! How did you win there?”

“You’re curious about that?”

“Of course! It was a 7th-tier wizard! The student council president is amazing, but it would have been impossible for her alone. Even with Ruan joining, that wouldn’t change much. So there’s only one way to win…”

Deborah looked cautious again.

I could guess what she was about to say next.

Thwack!

I thumped Deborah on the head.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“What were *you* thinking? No matter how open-minded you are, that’s a bit much, isn’t it? That I would do *that* with my Sister-nim?”

“Th-then you didn’t?”

“No, I didn’t, you idiot.”

“Really?”

Deborah’s expression brightened noticeably.

It seemed she was sad that her friend had to keep committing rape.

After being downcast for a moment, she soon slapped her own cheeks, cheering herself up.

“Still, I’m glad you’re safe!”

“Right. Only my Sister-nim got badly hurt.”

“Is the student council president okay?”

“Yes. All her wounds are healed. Now it’s just a matter of regaining consciousness.”

She would probably be discharged and return to the academy within a few days.

“That’s good. Since it turned out this way, can I go see her too?”

“Then I’d be grateful.”

“Okay. Then…”

Just as we were about to get up from the bench.

“Ruan.”

Sara, who had approached at some point, called my name.

“…Professor-nim.”

“I need to talk to you. Can you spare some time?”

“……”

Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t provided sperm today.

I’d been so preoccupied that I’d forgotten, but it seemed Sara couldn’t tolerate even a single day.

Thinking about it, all the sperm I had stockpiled must have been used up yesterday treating the students, so there was no choice but to replenish it.

I apologized to Deborah.

“Deborah. I’m really sorry. Will you go on ahead? I’ll talk to Professor-nim for a bit and then I’ll go.”

“……”

“Really sorry, okay?”

Displeased that our time together had been interrupted so many times, Deborah shot a sharp glare at Sara, who was her professor.

Then she lowered her eyes and nodded.

“…Okay. Come quickly.”

“Of course. All right, Professor-nim. Shall we go?”

“This way. Follow me.”

I left Deborah, who looked forlorn, and departed with Sara.

The place we arrived at was the restroom.

“Here…”

“It’s a place where people don’t often come. Go inside.”

“…Did you check?”

“Yes. Hurry. We don’t have much time.”

I didn’t ask at length and went into the men’s restroom with Sara.

It was safer this way.

If a woman goes into the men’s restroom, it’s a mistake, but if a man goes into the women’s restroom, it’s a crime. There’s nothing to do even if it’s unfair.

Sara headed for a stall, locked the door, and took off her pants and panties. Then she put her knees on the toilet cover and leaned against the toilet, getting into position.

Her dry vulva displayed its pink form.

“Alright, do it.”

“…I’ll only do it twice today.”

“Okay. That’s enough.”

Click!

I unzipped my pants and took out my dick.

Holding the firm shaft, I slowly rubbed the glans against Sara’s labia.

A faint pleasure, and pre-cum formed.

She must have cleaned well, as there was no urine smell, but the unique cool air and atmosphere of the restroom still excited me.

I persistently continued rubbing, spreading the pre-cum over her labia.

As if my efforts worked, Sara’s earlobes turned red, and her vulva became moist.

Sara glared at me with contempt.

“You… used it again?”

“Of course. I feel good when I use it. Isn’t it not a bad thing for you, Professor-nim? Your pussy seems to have gotten used to it and is wet already.”

“…Stop talking and just move quickly. We don’t know when someone might come.”

“Understood. Then, inserting.”

As soon as I finished speaking, I pulled Sara’s waist and inserted my dick.

Squish!

The small labia spread wide, difficultly swallowing the glans.

But once it was stretched, it seemed easier afterward, and it readily accepted the shaft. Her vaginal walls were also slippery, allowing it to be accommodated all the way to the base without much difficulty.

My glans passionately kissed her cervix.

“Haa… Professor-nim’s pussy is the best no matter when I ‘take’ it. Don’t you like my dick too, Professor-nim?”

“Hnnngh… Shut up and just move. Aren’t you tired of doing this every time?”

“How could I be tired? I’ll keep doing it forever.”

Only then would the “rape degree” be set even higher, so I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

I channeled that frustration and thrust my hips.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

My thighs slapped against her buttocks, and a wet, slapping sound spread throughout the restroom.

“Ugh!? Ngh! Haaah!”

Sara also couldn’t endure the intense action and began to let out lewd moans.

I bent my upper body, gripped Sara’s ample breasts under her clothes, and continuously thrust my hips.

Maintaining that position, I continued to insert like a machine, ejaculating twice inside Sara’s pussy.