Chapter 89: 76 - Perversion
By the way, even though it couldn’t be heard from the outside, the impact clearly hit me.
Because my mind isolated the echo chamber, only the sound of the descending lift echoed, ringing loudly in my head.
Fortunately, I was used to it. Back then, I might’ve gotten a nosebleed or even fainted.
Not long after, the lift arrived at its intended destination—the academy’s underground chamber.
Then, as before, I reversed the spell I had used.
From there, I heard a woman’s whimper.
"No... stop!"
Senior Selene?
I crept forward, trying to find a safe position to peek from a distance.
There were items neatly arranged in cabinets, lined up in rows.
I peeked from behind one of the cabinets to see what was happening.
Oh no...
This is terrible.
Senior Selene’s clothes had been stripped, and she was tied to a chair completely naked. Her clothes were scattered outside the circle of death, where she was seated right in the center—the Circle of Inevitability.
Wait a second... That’s impossible!
In the darkness, a man in a black suit and hat stood out.
His aura was visible—glowing red—as he raised his hand.
Arthur? How could it be? Wait, is he the Archon?
No way!
He never said anything except that he worked for the International Magic Association. He was the one who told me to keep my mouth shut about his origins from the Machiavelli family—especially from Sis Helena, even though she already knew.
He proposed to me back when he was still part of the Machiavelli family, and I ended up living with him under the Shakespeare name after being cast out by my own family. Even so, he never dared to touch me. In other words, we were both discarded.
Okay, back to the situation at hand. Because I wasn’t watching him alone.
Beside him was a woman in rather revealing clothing. She was leaning close to him.
No—too close, as if they were already very familiar.
So Sis Helena was a victim of his lies?
Once again, realization slammed into my chaotic mind.
And for some reason, I was utterly shocked.
But the surprises didn’t stop there.
Specifically, when Arthur raised his hand and called out someone’s name.
"Cienna Alenka Serfort. Come here, darling."
Sherrie’s older sister. A punisher tasked with disciplining students who broke the rules.
The Serfort family is known for its strict enforcement of rules, regardless of one’s magical talent—especially clan affiliation.
Yes, magic clans.
For the details, we’ll get into that another time. But their family’s connection to the Mal’as religion runs deep.
And Cienna herself is being groomed to become one of them once she graduates from the academy.
Anyway, I began to sneak closer like a missionary in the jungle, waiting for the right moment—
—when they were off guard.
"What are you waiting for? Come on, Cienna, my dear..."
"Execute her."
Cienna’s eyes were blank, and that red aura clung to her. She began chanting, and I wasn’t dumb enough to just stand there watching.
Because if my intuition was right, she was casting a soul-burning ritual.
Without hesitation, with my magic wand... I cast one of the strongest spells I rarely use.
Isolation – Tri... Mental-Out!
The moment I cast it, all three of them collapsed. They didn’t even manage a word.
They fell to the ground, limp.
SHUUT.
Only I could hear the sound, but the point is—I successfully isolated their mental capabilities. Simply put, they were paralyzed, then collapsed.
Then I walked casually across the room, staring down at their bodies with blank eyes.
"Azalea!"
Suddenly, a voice called out. I turned slowly, trying to stay composed—though honestly, I was trembling inside.
"Oh? Senior Selene?"
"Why are you so calm?"
The calmer I am, the more scared I get...
"Hurry, grab the Mytheia!"
"Mytheia? What’s that?"
The word sounded completely unfamiliar. I couldn’t even guess how to spell it.
"The item Arthur’s holding," she whispered.
I turned to Arthur’s fallen body. There, in his hand, was a strange object that looked like glass—or maybe a crystal orb.
"Oh, this?"
She nodded slowly.
Quickly, I took it from Arthur’s limp hand and used a binding spell to release the ropes that held Senior Selene.
Shortly after being freed, she stood and walked toward me.
Still completely naked.
Yes, completely nude.
Oh my God! Is she seriously unaware!?
I turned my back to her in a flash, but she kept walking. Is she possessed or what? How can she not realize her condition right now?
By the way, Senior’s body is pretty ideal. Smooth white skin, a slender figure, and her cleavage was—eh wait, what the heck am I thinking?! Get a grip, Azalea!
Still facing away, I said,
"Senior Selene... your body."
"What about my body?"
I didn’t answer. I was terrified.
If we even brushed against each other, my emotions would explode.
Then, I felt something soft and warm press against my back.
Firm. Bouncy.
Wait for a damn second...
AHHHH, NO!
"Senior Selene! You’re being inappropriate!"
I yelled, trying to suppress the storm inside me.
And maybe, just maybe, I should thank the gods for this—because that brief contact reminded me of the obsession I had for her. I always saw her as the embodiment of an ideal mage, even though we never interacted much.
In other words, like many young magicians, I deeply admired her.
But I was too shy and scared to admit it. So, like it or not, I had to suppress the filthy thoughts that had become my nature.
"Oh right, sorry. Let me put on my uniform."
She said, and I dared to peek a little when she wasn’t looking. She was getting dressed. Her skin was flawless, not a single strand of hair except a little around her crotch.
Honestly, if I didn’t have self-control, I might’ve drooled all over myself.
Hehehe.
I’m so jealous of Kairi. She gets to do whatever she wants so freely.
But maybe Kairi doesn’t care how special Senior Selene’s body is.
Me? There’s no way I’d let a sight like this go to waste.
For me, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime view.
When I grow up, I want a body like hers. Hehehe.
I said in my heart, praying silently.
* * *
A shadow emerged, revealing a young girl with long black hair flowing down her back...
Wait, Azalea?
She walked calmly, seemingly unaware of the danger awaiting her.
"Azalea!"
She had been staring at the three collapsed figures but now slowly turned toward me.
"Oh? Senior Selene?"
This girl’s even worse than Kairi...
Her emotional response doesn’t match the situation at all.
She’s too calm for a scene this horrifying.
"Why are you so calm? Hurry, grab the Mytheia!"
"Mytheia? What’s that?"
Oh no, I’m completely doomed...
Yeah, I forgot. I never told Kairi to her about that item.
"The item Arthur’s holding," I said softly, resigned to the moment.
"Oh, this?"
I just nodded slowly, as if giving up on life, as she snatched the Mytheia from Arthur’s hand and used a basic binding spell to release me.
Wait—Isn’t that spell extremely rare and outdated? Never mind.
Once the ropes were undone, I stood and walked toward her.
But Azalea suddenly turned her back to me.
Why?
"Senior Selene... your body."
"What about my body?"
She didn’t answer. I stepped forward and accidentally bumped into her... huh?
Oh, right. I’m not wearing anything...
My breasts pressed against her back for a moment—even rubbed slightly.
"Senior Selene! You’re being inappropriate!" she cried, not daring to meet my eyes.
She recoiled instinctively.
"Oh right, sorry. I’ll put on my uniform."
Maybe in her mind, she thought there’s no way she could face someone she admired so much while they were stark naked.
If Kairi were here, I’d be her next target, no question.
And knowing her, she’d probably pounce on me without warning.
