“Hmm…”
My master stroked her chin while making a noise of contemplation. Her slightly narrowed eyes scanned my entire being.
After a moment of assessing my appearance, she reached out her hand.
– Swipe swipe
Her hands brushed against various parts of my body.
She pulled together the front of my outfit and adjusted the angles of my crooked clothes.
Her slender fingers neatly arranged my messy hair.
She was clearly putting a lot of care into this entire process.
It was hard to believe that such gentle hands could crush a chunk of special alloy iron in one go.
The once dim sky had returned to its original state, with vibrant wings fluttering above.
“Hmm.”
It was a similar sound to before. However, the emotion contained was different. My master looked at me with a strangely satisfied expression.
Unlike earlier when I was disheveled, I was now relatively tidy.
But perhaps not satisfied with that, she began to meticulously arrange my attire even more.
“……”
I rolled my eyes while accepting her touch.
No matter how much I turned my eyes, all I could see was fog. The periphery of my vision was filled with dull gray, so the presence of the flesh flickering in front of me was too striking.
While she fussed over my appearance, her own front remained wide open since I was being a brat.
As a result, it revealed a lot of curves, and the rosy skin showed beautifully.
I wanted to take my eyes away, but because my master was right in front of me adjusting my appearance, it was hard to look away.
“Sniff sniff…”
As I squeezed my eyes shut, the carefully managed sense of smell came to me.
The identity of the scent that filled my nostrils was the delightful smell emanating from the flesh in front of me.
It was a warm, milk-like smell. A nutty and sweet aroma danced at the tip of my nose.
I found it a bit puzzling.
Why do Hong Yeon-hwa and my master smell like milk from their chests? Other areas just had a nice meaty smell, but only from the chest did the milk scent waft.
…It might not be so strange after all. Considering the functions of a woman’s bust, it might be quite normal…
– Gulp
Unconsciously, saliva pooled in my mouth.
In my previous life, I often sought out milk. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say it was my main source of sustenance.
I had a penchant for dairy products and kept quite a bit of milk and yogurt piled up in my fridge.
Whenever I got hungry, I’d open one or two, and would often heat milk in the microwave to sip as a meal.
That was one of my indulgences. The price of milk was so exorbitant… I was shocked several times to see it cost at least 2.5 times more than in the neighboring country. Thankfully, I didn’t rigorously consume fruit either.
Anyway, my sense of smell was practically disabled in this world.
To have such a stimulating scent wafting through… it was no wonder I was focusing on that flesh.
‘Hehe… Homogenization, fragmentation.’
– Zzzzt…
I suppressed that urge with fragmentation. Earlier, my rationality had melted away, slowing my judgment. My master knew I could use fragmentation, so it was fine to use it openly.
“Bloop?”
Just as I calmed my emotions with some self-justification that suited no one. Suddenly, my master grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in close.
Naturally, my face buried into the flesh that had been flickering right before me. Fragmentation cut off.
The soft sensation, now mixed with an intensified meaty scent, filled my senses. My head buzzed.
“Master?”
As I looked up, I saw my master looking down at me with a peculiar expression.
Her hand that had been resting on my shoulder smoothly slid down. As it swept down my shoulder and along my back, it subtly landed just below my waist.
That touch made my body tremble. A gesture quite familiar… a route I knew well. Without realizing it, I clenched my hands tightly. The lewd sensation caught in my grip lingered.
“Nothing that makes my little one anxious will ever happen.”
Her descending hand gave my backside a light pat.
“I promise, there will be no fighting, and nothing will make you anxious. So you don’t have to worry.”
A hand regularly patting in rhythm with my heartbeat. It felt like a gesture meant to soothe and comfort a child, washing away the anxiety that had built up in my heart.
My master’s face was calm. There was no grandeur in her words. She simply spoke as if it was obvious; not to worry.
That expression gave me a sense of trust.
Though I tried to act indifferent, my previously hardened face relaxed.
The unwavering anxiety that wouldn’t fade no matter how many times I recounted it vanished at my master’s few words.
With my protector making such declarations, a baseless sense of stability wrapped around me.
My master, smiling widely at me, brushed my bangs aside.
In that state, she lowered her head and pressed her lips against my noticeably exposed forehead.
“Hehehe.”
The remaining anxiety was entirely melted away by her display of affection, and my face softened.
My master chuckled, tightening her arms around my waist, pulling me into an even closer embrace.
Only then did I wrap my flailing arms tightly around her.
I’m happy.
“I’m happy…”
[Happiness…]
My protector, who simply showered me with affection. Just their existence eased my heart greatly.
“Hehe…”
– Cwaak…
“Hey, huh…!”
Just as I was feeling so reassured, the hand patting my backside firmly seized it.
Between those blissful feelings, a sharp sensation surged.
“As much as you say you’re anxious, to have your master’s backside toyed with… squeezing it for so long… phew.”
It felt as if an electric shock had run through my body, and warm breath brushed against my ear.
For a while, my backside was played with.
What a consequence.
.
.
.
In my second semester, I had broadly applied for magic-related courses.
There were some general courses like monster breeding that I had previously signed up for, but for the most part, they were focused on magic.
From the beginning of the second semester, I had planned to improve my magical abilities.
Initially, the Tower of Knowledge was meant to be aimed at enhancing magical skills. Now, it had become primarily about uncovering several secrets… In the original story, entering the Tower of Knowledge led to significant improvement in magic skills.
I would soon enter the Tower of Knowledge.
But first, I needed to finish multiple preparations. In the original story, once you entered the Tower of Knowledge, returning to Shio-ram was impossible.
You could only enter once, and once you stepped out, that was it.
In other words, I needed to make the most of it during my one entry.
Of course, that was the story from the original text. I had the powers of space, so I thought I could go back and forth… but still, it’s better to prepare just in case.
‘And I need to move as well.’
The house key given by the vice president. Since they mentioned it was quite spacious, it would be much larger than my current dormitory.
Honestly, I felt that my current dormitory was lacking.
How many people had entered my dormitory now?
‘Me, Seo-yul, Elia, Hong Yeon-hwa, Baek Ahrin…’
That’s five people.
Ariel, who is Hong Yeon-hwa’s attendant, hasn’t brought her bedding, but she has been sharing breakfast and dinner with us.
So, that makes six.
Of course, it wasn’t lacking in overall size. Shio-ram was a place pouring money to ensure there were no deficiencies in facilities. Even with six people, it didn’t feel cramped.
However, there was a lack of rooms. Even counting the storage space I used for work, there were only four rooms.
As I felt the need for a solution and prepared to find another dormitory, the vice president’s consideration was welcome.
…But how much strange rumor had circulated for the vice president to organize something like this…
When such thoughts crossed my mind, I nearly lost strength in my legs but managed to regain my balance and walked forward.
– Bzzz…
Room 413, 4th Floor, 12th Magic Practice Hall.
This is the lecture hall where the “Practical Workshop Creation” class is held.
I learned the concept of workshops at the beginning of the semester, and I knew that similar effects could be achieved through powers of space. I had often used powers to create similar workshops.
But I hadn’t implemented a real workshop yet. This was the subject I enrolled in to learn how to do that. The element of workshops couldn’t be overlooked in improving my magical skills.
The lecture hall wasn’t arranged like a typical steep classroom.
The interior was several times as spacious as an ordinary classroom, and large rectangular desks were installed at regular intervals on the flat floor.
Since they included functions such as spell assistance, the desks were much bulkier than usual.
“……”
“……”
“……”
As I opened the door and stepped inside, the chatter inside abruptly ceased.
And, as expected, many gazes turned toward me.
To promote it as a magic lecture, most of the students wore student uniforms or activity clothes with robes. First-years were the majority, along with some from the second and third years.
After bowing my head for the staring eyes, I boldly pursued onward and occupied an empty seat.
As I settled down and began unpacking my things, conversations resumed around me.
Of course, regardless of their year, they were glancing over at me, but… I observed them sharing quite a friendly atmosphere.
Especially, it seems like the magic families had established connections with one another somehow, right?
Many families had been linked since the Great Cataclysm, especially since magic allowed for academic exchanges, so the magic families were webbed together.
Among the leading characters, there were certainly some from powerful magic families…
– Bzzz…
Just then, the back door swung open, and a figure I recognized well—now significantly familiar, Baek Ahrin—walked in.
She took a moment to survey the interior and, upon noticing me, walked over briskly.
“Hello, did you have lunch well…?”
Her step halted. Baek Ahrin blinked, staring at me intently.
[What’s wrong?]
I tilted my head at her odd reaction. Curious and puzzled looks from those nearby were directed my way.
“Um…?”
It seemed she paid no mind to those glances, as she suddenly approached me, striding firmly.
“Ha-yul, come with me for a moment.”
[Huh? All of a sudden?]
She gently grasped my sleeve and pulled me to my feet. I was puzzled, tilting my head, but Baek Ahrin merely tugged at my sleeve, urging me to move.
In the end, I had no choice but to follow behind Baek Ahrin.
– Bzzz… Ding ding!
The place Baek Ahrin headed for as she exited the lecture hall was a nearby lounge.
[The temporary lock state has been activated.]
The lounge was empty. After carefully inspecting it, Baek Ahrin locked the door.
[What’s going on?]
Once we reached that point, my curiosity surged. What business could warrant such behavior?
“Ha-yul.”
[Yes.]
As I swung around, still grasped by my sleeve, Baek Ahrin extended a finger and poked my belly.
“Could you take off your shirt for a moment?”
[Yes?]
[Huh?]
[?]
What in the world was she saying all of a sudden…
Question marks popped up above my head one after another.
*
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[Unique Ability “Jack of All Trades” is leveling up.]
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[Player Adjustment System: Favorability]
Lee Ha-yul → Atra Clyde
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡(90▷91/100)
“Affection” “Master” “Expectation” “Stability” “Desire for Affection” “Anxiety”
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