I Possessed a Character in an Academy Without a Protagonist – Chapter 120

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I tried so hard to resist.

Asking to touch a unique body part of a different race… especially using my position as an investor, someone with higher standing.

It was incredibly rude, no matter how I looked at it.

So I had been suppressing the urge for hours.

But I couldn’t take my eyes off her ears.

Even when we were talking face-to-face, my gaze would be drawn to her ears, not her sparkling eyes.

Her ears twitching at the slightest sound.

Those adorable, fluffy ears with white fur on the inside.

I was so captivated by those soft-looking ears that I couldn’t even focus on our conversation.

‘I have no choice.’

I had to take drastic measures.

At this rate, I wouldn’t remember anything she said during our conversations.

It could even jeopardize our future operations.

So this wasn’t for my personal satisfaction. This was for the greater good.

I gathered all sorts of justifications and finally mustered the courage to ask.

“Could I… touch your ears?”

I had said it.

I cautiously raised my head to see Pelaine’s reaction, and—

“Ah…”

…she was staring at me with a look of disdain.

Damn it.

I must have been crazy.

“I’m sorry. Forget what I just…”

“It’s alright.”

“What?”

“You can touch them.”

“I’m not going to force you with my authority as an investor. You can refuse…”

“I’m serious. But please, let’s go somewhere private…”

“Alright.”

I felt a pang of guilt.

No matter how I looked at it, I was coercing her.

But to be honest…

‘Yes!’

I was ecstatic.

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It was difficult to find a private room in this small fortress.

Even the knights, most of whom were from noble families, had to share barracks.

But there was one private room.

It was the Commander-in-Chief’s quarters.

‘Haa… Haaaa…’

Pelaine sat in the dimly lit room, illuminated by a single oil lamp, struggling to maintain her composure.

It was all because of the man sitting across from her.

Schlus Hainkel.

“The Commander-in-Chief’s quarters are quite… spartan.”

She was about to let him touch her ears.

Her ears were the most sensitive part of her body, exposed to the outside world. They were also responsible for detecting mana fluctuations and regulating body temperature.

Letting someone touch her ears meant that she trusted them completely…

…or was deeply affectionate towards them.

Even in a romantic relationship, allowing someone to touch your ears was considered the final stage of intimacy.

“Can I touch them now?”

“…”

She looked at Schlus Hainkel’s face.

The man who had known her for only a few hours and was about to commit such a blatant act of disrespect.

He was shameless, but for some reason, she was drawn to his confidence.

She wanted to prove that she could entrust him with everything.

“Yes.”

She tilted her head slightly.

Schlus gulped and reached out his hand.

Her ears twitched, unable to stay still.

It was about to happen.

Her ears, never touched by another person, were about to be touched by a human man she had just met…

“Ah…?”

She let out a gasp as his fingertips brushed against the back of her ear.

Schlus, startled, pulled his hand back.

He would be uncomfortable if she kept making sounds…

She thought to herself, covering her mouth with both hands and tilting her head again.

“Mm…”

His hands were back on her ears.

She had been surprised because it was her first time, but now that she was aware of it, she didn’t need to make a fuss.

His cautious fingers traced the edges of her ears, gently stroking the tips.

‘Ah… So gentle…’

He didn’t grab or rub them roughly.

She had often seen humans dragging beastman slaves around by their ears.

She had been worried that Schlus would do the same, but she quickly realized her worries were unfounded.

At first, it felt strange, sending shivers down her spine, but she gradually got used to his touch.

“This might be a rude question, but…”

“Yes…?”

“Could I ask… what the area where human ears would be… looks like?”

“Ah, about that…”

“No, never mind. I don’t want to know. It’s better to remain ignorant.”

“…?”

He muttered something she didn’t understand and then resumed stroking her ears.

Her body trembled as she felt the strange, addictive sensation of his fingers brushing against her fur.

All her senses were focused on her ears.

She closed her eyes, instinctively leaning closer to him.

“Hmm… Mm…”

Rustle.

She heard a faint rustling sound, like grass swaying in the wind.

His fingers were brushing against the fur inside her ears.

‘Whoa… Ah… Ahh…’

His fingers moved randomly, ignoring the direction of her fur, and she felt a tingling sensation as he stroked the sensitive area.

The rustling sound filled her ears, drowning out all other sounds.

She couldn’t see anything.

She just surrendered to the electrifying, addictive sensation.

“…”

He suddenly pulled his hand away.

Why? After all that…

She opened her eyes and slowly raised her head.

“N-nyaa…?”

She saw his flustered face and realized that she had been moaning and drooling.

She looked in the mirror and was horrified.

A beast with glazed eyes, a messy face, and twitching ears stared back at her.

“S-stop it! Get out!”

“Uh… Alright.”

She pushed him out of the barrack.

He didn’t resist, allowing himself to be pushed away.

He stood outside the tent for a moment, his shadow lingering, and then turned and walked away.

“Haa…”

She let out a sigh of relief and sat back down.

She looked in the mirror, examining her face.

Her ears were still twitching uncontrollably, as if they had malfunctioned.

They trembled no matter how hard she tried to hold them still.

“Ugh… They’re broken…”

Her ears were broken.

From being touched too much.

She folded her ears and covered her head with her hands. It took a while for them to calm down.

But she couldn’t forget the strange sensation.

The gentle caress of his fingers…

‘Will he… ask to touch them again?’

She wondered if Schlus Hainkel would ask her again.

What should she do then?

She couldn’t refuse her valuable investor.

So she would reluctantly agree.

Reluctantly.

Pelaine lay down on her bed, waiting for, or rather dreading, the day Schlus would make another unreasonable request.

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The main gate creaked open.

Iris saw a crowd of knights and soldiers lined up on both sides.

A mix of humans and beastmen.

She slowly walked through the crowd.

“Greetings, Saintess.”

“Greetings, Saintess.”

“…”

They all bowed their heads and placed their right hands over their hearts, showing their respect.

To the only living Saintess in the history of the continent.

It was a great honor for them to have the Saintess visit the Southern Republic.

Although they were a little displeased that she had visited the suppression force’s fortress first…

“I am Vice-Commander Darius. Please forgive my rudeness in receiving you on behalf of Duke Lorraine.”

“It’s alright. Please raise your head.”

Iris smiled benevolently at the one-eyed wolf beastman kneeling before her.

This was Darius.

A former gladiator who had practically led the beastman slave rebellion.

‘As expected, Lorraine is nowhere to be seen.’

Lorraine was as meticulous as the rumors claimed.

No one would dare accuse the Saintess of being a spy for the suppression force, but he was being cautious, avoiding any possibility of that happening.

If his location was revealed and he was assassinated, it would be a disaster for the rebellion. They would lose the figure who united humans and beastmen.

“Are there any wounded?”

“Excuse me? Of course there are, but why…”

“Please allow me to treat them.”

“Very well, Saintess. I will guide you to the prisoner camp.”

“Are the wounded only among the prisoners?”

“Yes? Aren’t you here to treat the suppression force prisoners?”

“I would like to see everyone who is injured, regardless of their affiliation. I want to travel throughout Fort Four and see if anyone needs treatment. Would you grant me permission?”

“…!”

Darius’s jaw dropped.

She wasn’t just here to see the suppression force prisoners.

She was here to provide medical aid to everyone, regardless of whether they were rebels or part of the suppression force, human or beastman, soldier or civilian.

Darius was deeply moved.

“We would be honored, Saintess. First, allow me to guide you to your quarters.”

“Long live the Saintess! Long live the Saintess!”

Cheers erupted from all directions.

Iris, maintaining her smile, followed Darius through the crowd.

‘This is easier than I thought.’

She had been worried that they would restrict her movements, but…

It seemed like she would be able to freely move about and relay all sorts of information to the suppression force.

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