Chapter 268: A Pickup Line…

Erika, Relia, and Tia stayed in the principal’s office because they wanted to consult Croana about the talk from just now.

Croana laughed happily and accepted readily, but being looked at with flat eyes by three people is still scary.

Strange. It was the result of consulting properly...

It was eleven. I was in the instructor’s office putting documents together.

Mostly Roy-related entries had increased, so I wanted to get them in order early.

It looks like there is not much to add, but the students’ growth is dizzyingly fast, and what I have to add grows every day.

Take Porte as an example. Lately she seems to be learning dance from Aurora and the others. You can see elegance and room in how she moves her feet and how she dodges attacks.

Maybe to raise her speed, she has focused on raising dagger Mastery, and she has also been training whip Mastery and forging her body’s agility and softness.

After becoming my lover, and finding what she is good at even in combat training, she looks like she can hold more confidence in herself than before.

Porte alone has this much to add. Trying to put thirty students into documents takes time.

And as I said, the students grow every day. The fear is that what I have to add keeps increasing.

But the other way, I am also glad they have grown this much, and proud.

"Hauu~, Raide-sama... there is a typo there."

"Nn? Aah. There is. Thank you, Furlin."

"Nn. It is fine... as a reward, stroke my belly more... hauuun."

Today’s guard Furlin was settled between my open legs as I sat. She held my left hand in both of hers, guided it to her belly, and made me stroke it.

With my chin on Furlin’s right shoulder I felt her belly with my left hand and took the brush in my right to write on the documents.

Every time I stroked her belly Furlin made a voice like it felt good, and a fresh spring-breeze scent came to me.

About an hour had passed since I started putting things together, but thanks to Furlin the work moved.

I set the brush on the desk to rest a little and brought my right hand to Furlin’s belly too. She happily started nuzzling my right cheek.

Furlin does not show much on her face, but the way she narrowed her eyes and nuzzled told me it felt good.

"Thanks to you the brush moves. Thank you, Furlin."

"I am not doing anything. Nn, fuuu... I am only having my belly stroked, hafuu..."

"That is why. That is what heals me."

"...I am having you do what I want done. You can do as you like with me too, Raide-sama?"

"Haha. I feel like I just got an amazing pickup line."

Instead of answering Furlin stopped nuzzling, turned her face, kissed my right cheek, and smiled thinly.

The smile Furlin shows now and then is actually something I like quite a bit.

I lifted my chin from her right shoulder, brought my face to her soft side-hair, enjoyed the scent, and kissed behind her right ear. Her body twitched a little.

The voice that leaked with that reaction was cute. I wanted to hear more and kept kissing around her right ear.

"Nn, fuu, nn, Raide-sama... mischievous, nn, nnu, nn..."

"I am not adult enough to endure a cute fairy rubbing up on me."

"You are the one, nnu, un, much more, hau, using pickup lines, nn."

I stopped kissing, eased my face away, and asked, "Do you hate it?" Flushed a little, Furlin kissed my lips.

She made the touch-only kiss a little longer, then pulled her face away, smiled thinly, and answered, "I do not hate it."

I smiled, kissed Furlin once more, then went back to putting things together.

I wanted to keep flirting with Furlin very much, but it was work hours so I had to work.

Furlin must have understood that, because she said nothing when I went back to work.

Instead of flirting I got to enjoy the feel of her belly with my left hand... yes. It feels good to touch.

Around when it was about to hit thirteen, Furlin and I sat on the sofa having tea after lunch.

In fact since the academy started I have hardly used the cafeteria. Basically I bring Nimi’s boxed lunch.

Boxed lunch or not, it is a simple thing. Bread and a little meat in a paper box, plus fruit. Even so I have only thanks for Nimi preparing it.

I know how hard it is to keep preparing it yourself, so I always receive it with thanks.

Nimi seasons the meat with less juice so it will not soak the paper, and the fruit is delicious, maybe because Nimi likes it and is particular.

After Sharle and the others started guarding, Nimi prepared lunches for them too. I remember how happy they were.

I just realized. Is "having your stomach grabbed" this kind of thing?

Nimi’s lunch... no. A life where I cannot eat her cooking is already unthinkable...

When I told that to Furlin, sitting on the sofa across looking satisfied and fluffy, she answered, "We have been grabbed too," and I laughed.

I stood from the sofa to go back to work when someone knocked. Who came? I turned my face to the door, tilted my head, and answered.

Furlin is often fairly fluffy, but she is the type who does work properly. When she noticed the knock she had already moved beside the door.

Felica’s voice came from the other side. I let out a small breath of relief, confirmed Furlin’s nod, came up to the door, and opened it.

The instant I opened it Felica clung to me. I braced hard, wrapped both arms around her back, and caught her.

Felica rubbed her forehead hard against my right shoulder. Still holding her I closed the door and asked.

"What is it? Did something happen?"

"I have only thanks for you, Raide! Roy was talking with Father like he was having fun! With Mother too! Thank you, thank you!"

"I did not do anything. Roy changed it himself. Roy stepped toward his parents so the distance shrank... that is what I think."

Felica must have been that happy. She held me so hard her own chest changed shape quite a bit, and told me what had happened with a happy face.

I held back wanting to enjoy the soft feel of her chest and moved to the sofa still holding her.

Once I sat I sat Felica sideways on my lap. She put both hands on my neck and kissed my lips.

Furlin sat back on the sofa across, sipped tea, and started going fluffy again.

"I heard from Roy, what happened at the castle. Father told me that too... the past as well."

"...I see."

"Bern’s private soldiers apparently came to my place too... but Alumi and the others drove them off."

"Without consulting you, Felica?"

"Aah. They drove them off saying, ’She already has a fiancé!’"

"Alumi-san and the others are too strong... more than that, they brought a marriage talk to you too?"

I looked at Felica’s face with a serious expression, worried. She shook her head, smiled, and told me, "Father voided it."

I moved the left hand I had on her back to support her to her waist and pulled her closer to me.

I have no intention of giving her to anyone, and no intention of letting go... but I ended up with a feeling I could not name.

I gently stroked Felica’s smooth right cheek with my right hand, smiled, and said, "I am glad nothing happened." She must have noticed my feeling. She narrowed her eyes affectionately, smiled, and murmured by my ear, "I am not going anywhere."

Embarrassed, I hid by pressing my face into the side of Felica’s chest, funyu. From above I heard Felica laughing happily at the sight.

For a little while until the heat in my face settled I got to enjoy the feel of Felica’s chest. In that time my right hand was laced with Felica’s left.

If I pressed my face a little into her chest it sank with no resistance, munyu, and a fresh mint scent settled my feelings.

Mint scent had a calming effect, did it not... I think that was it.

By the time training was about to start I had finished putting the documents together while flirting with Felica and Furlin.

Felica’s way of putting documents together was different from mine. Before I knew it she was doing her own work in my instructor’s office.

Then she compared her documents and mine and asked Furlin’s opinion. That look made me smile.

I looked at Felica’s documents too, but I could not feel that much difference.

So I told her she did not have to worry. She protested cutely, "They are different."

What is "they are different." You should notice your own destructive power. Honestly...

Felica left the instructor’s office to prepare for training. I left the room with Furlin to head for the training ground.

Outside the building I looked over the training ground and heard a voice from the main gate. I turned that way.

Micon and Scon were being pulled by the hand by one man.

I ran over at once, shook the man’s hand off, hid the two of them behind my back, and pressed him with presence.

"What are you doing to my students."

"I-I am those children’s father! I got worried and came to take them. I want you to step aside!"

"Liar! Instructor, he is forcing us!"

"Do not touch me... do not touch meee!"

Behind me Micon held Scon and appealed. Scon was teary and rejecting the father hard.

I checked the two of them with my eyes only and sent a look to Furlin to have her report to Croana. She nodded, floated, and flew off.

Next I looked at the man standing in front with a frightened face, dressed a little well, and spoke.

"Both of them seem to hate it, so I want you to leave for today. You know they just went through something terrible recently, do you not?"

"Th-that is why I came to get them!"

"As an instructor of Filim Academy I cannot send them back to someone they are afraid of."

"Wha!? The only one who can look after two dirty girls like that is me!"

He pointed at me, smiled thinly while frightened, and said something that could be taken as an insult to the two of them. A self-proclaimed father.

Behind me I heard the two of them sobbing. I was aware blood was rising to my head.

I had started to get that heated, enough to ask myself if I could kill this man.

I told myself to stay calm... but the man said something extra.

"Hahaha! Those two, you know! They are abnormals who comfort each other as sisters! Other than me... muo!?"

"...This is an academy. Shall we be quiet?"

I grabbed the man’s mouth hard with my right hand and spoke, killing intent overflowing.

The sound of jawbone creaking came, but if it broke that would not be a problem.

Rather, leaving his mouth open was the harm, and more than that this man was trying to become my enemy.

"I will hear you out. Are you my enemy?"

"Nnunnn!? N’nnnnnnnn!!"

"Answer quickly."

If you can answer, that is.

My right hand sealed his mouth. I asked knowing he could not answer.

The calm part of my head hoped Croana would come quickly, and I worked to hold back wanting to hit him.

...He is filthy, so I will have to disinfect my right hand with drink.

I spat that in my heart and stayed as I was, pouring killing intent, until Croana arrived.