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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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“Ugh…!”
My arms trembled.
My lungs burned, and my vision blurred.
How many reps was this?
Just as I was about to collapse,
“You can do it!”
“Ugh… Sensei…!”
No.
I can’t.
This is too much.
I blinked rapidly.
Can I put this down now? I’ve done a lot. I’ve endured enough.
“One last time! Just one more!”
“One… more…?”
One more.
Last one, more time.
At those words, I mustered all my strength. All of it. Fucking hell!
“If it weren’t for you, Sensei…!”
“That’s it! Good posture! Don’t lose your tension!”
Why is one more time never just one more time?
Can’t you count? Are you bad at math?
How did you even become a teacher?
Three comes before two.
Two comes before one.
“Ugh!”
Then why does five come after three, and one after one?!
I poured every last ounce of my emotion into this final rep.
Finally standing up, I stared at my teacher in silence.
“…”
“Hmm…”
No.
I can’t do this anymore.
I’ll die if I do any more.
I stared at her with teary eyes.
“Just one more time as a finisher?”
“…”
Should I kill her?
If I could just stop time and stab her…
“Just kidding! Don’t look at me like that, you’ll make this old maid teacher misunderstand.”
“…”
“…Was it not fun?”
“…Sensei.”
I said,
“I think I’m about to piss myself.”
“!!!”
I’d clenched my sphincter so hard that I felt a little leakage.
At my final plea, Sensei finally gave the signal to stop.
“Bathroom…!”
I dropped the barbell and ran to the bathroom.
I almost stained my pants brown…
“Hmm, not bad! 60kg? That’s a huge improvement!”
“Are your ancestors lifting the barbell for you?”
“…Fine. 70kg. Happy?”
“Sensei, do you seriously have a problem with math?”
“Okay! 80kg! Thanks!”
“Ugh…”
I collapsed onto the floor.
Instructor Ebi forced me up and dragged me towards the treadmill.
“If you sit down now, you’ll be crying tomorrow. Just 30 minutes of walking, and we’re done.”
“…”
A demon.
There’s a demon here.
“Oh, and drink your protein shake! I bought this with my own money, so you have to finish it all!”
“…Yes, ma’am.”
Thankfully, it was chocolate flavored.
The banana flavor last time was disgusting. I almost threw up the moment I tasted it.
I chugged the protein shake on an empty stomach, savoring the sweet chocolate flavor.
“Haa…”
I felt a little disoriented.
The protein shake on an empty stomach made me slightly nauseous, but I’d gotten used to it.
“Looking good. Nice muscles. Not exactly combat-ready, but better than nothing.”
“…Here you go, Sensei.”
I handed her the empty tumbler. Instructor Ebi smiled brightly—wait, no! Don’t press that!
“Let’s just increase it by 2km/h.”
“You said walking! You said walking!”
“This is just a brisk walk!”
“This isn’t a brisk walk!”
An indescribable pain shot through my brain.
I tried to slow down, but Sensei blocked my attempts. I was finally released from hell after 30 minutes.
“I… I think I’m dying…!”
“It’s okay, you won’t die. I’m right here.”
“…Sensei.”
From my perspective, that’s a death sentence.
Just kill me already.
Sensei called me a drama queen and approached me as I lay on the floor.
“Stay still. I’ll give you a massage.”
“Ugh…!”
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
Instructor Ebi pressed and rubbed my muscles.
“Kgh… aah…!”
It was painful, but refreshing.
My knotted muscles loosened, and blood flowed through them. Every press of her hand made me writhe in pain, but as soon as she released the pressure, I felt as light as a feather. She was a teacher for a reason.
‘She’d probably be an amazing personal trainer.’
In fact, this club activity was basically my personal training session. There were a few other members at the beginning, but now it was just me.
Even those who had endured left without looking back once they realized it was only physical training.
“Haa…”
Well, that’s the kind of heroine she was.
A teacher with a passion for education and strong convictions, but whose methods were too much for the cadets, leaving her stuck with miscellaneous tasks. She often clashed with other teachers due to her educational philosophy, and was basically a thorn in the academy’s side.
Later on, there’s a CG of her crying and some drama unfolds, but whatever…
“Such good muscles… Yes, they’re well-defined. And you seem to have talent. It’s fun to train you.”
“…Sensei, you are giving me a massage, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“…No, you’re not.”
I felt like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.
Her touch was delicate yet precise, showing a deep understanding of muscles—but wouldn’t a butcher also have a good understanding of muscles?
I shivered at the thought of being eaten.
“There, all done. By the way, I checked again earlier, and your muscles have really developed. I’ll have to make some different preparations next time.”
“…Can I ask what kind of preparations?”
“Hmm? Nothing much.”
Instructor Ebi smiled sweetly and replied,
“I was thinking of adding about 5kg weights.”
“…”
Should I run away?
“…Sigh.”
Now it’s even harder to run away.
I had no choice but to be dragged along by Sensei.
‘…Wait, the weights…’
I remember that from her Affinity Rank 3 capture event.
Unlike other heroines, side heroines give items or artifacts instead of joining the party.
In Instructor Ebi’s case, she gives wrist and ankle weights—wait a minute, don’t tell me…?
“Sensei, just curious…”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“…Um… well…”
Are you doing this to fatten me up and eat me?
I couldn’t bring myself to ask.
“Ahaha! It’s nothing!”
“Hmm? Alright. Ask me again if you’re curious about anything later.”
Sensei brushed it off.
That’s enough for now.
‘If she really is planning to eat me…’
I think the event leads to a bodybuilding competition.
I doubt it’ll go that far, but I felt uneasy.
‘Anyway, I’ve accumulated quite a bit of Hand-to-Hand Combat SP!’
As I said before, there’s no concept of levels in NTR Academy. Instead, there’s ‘proficiency’. Attending classes or participating in club activities earns ‘skill points’ for those activities.
Classes give +5 points per week for the same subject, and clubs give points through random quests—that’s how it works in theory, but that’s only for the protagonist.
Other characters, including myself, seem to gain points based on their talent.
Anyway, these skill points increase ‘proficiency,’ which unlocks skills at certain thresholds. For example:
Name: Chrono (Class B)
Rank: 23
Strength: 17 (+3)
Stamina: 19 (+2)
Agility: 24 (+4)
Intelligence: 33 (-2)
Divinity: 20
…Why did my intelligence drop?
‘And where’s my skill window?’
I was confused by the absence of something that should be there, then I realized,
“That was in the game…”
Sadly, the game’s mechanics didn’t translate to reality. If heroines’ skills could be assigned in real life, why wouldn’t they do it themselves?
As I was getting frustrated by this strange reality check, a new window popped up.
“…Status.”
Just in case,
I used [Status] on myself.
Name: Chrono / Chronos’s Apostle
Title: The Child Who Brings Joy to Her
Status: Awe towards Chronos / Slightly Tired
Skills:
[Divine Mastery Lv4 (42)]
[Dagger Mastery Lv3 (43)]
[Firearms Mastery Lv1 (67)]
[Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery Lv1 (15)]
“Um…”
Let’s ignore that.
I immediately checked my skills.
‘First, [Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery].’
There’s something I need to learn.
[Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery Lv1]
– Available skills:
– Increased HP recovery rate [Lv1] (5 SP)
– Increased MP recovery rate [Lv1] (5 SP)
“Yes!”
There it is!
I immediately selected [Increased HP recovery rate [Lv1]].
Name: Chrono / Chronos’s Apostle
Title: The Child Who Brings Joy to Her
Status: Awe towards Chronos / Slightly Tired
Skills:
[Divine Mastery Lv4 (42)]
[Dagger Mastery Lv3 (43)]
[Firearms Mastery Lv1 (67)]
[Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery Lv1 (10) / [Increased HP recovery rate [Lv1]]]
I lost 5 SP, and a new skill was added. Thank goodness. I was worried about what to do if I couldn’t assign skills as I wanted.
‘Is everything sorted out now?’
I had a lot of SP left for other classes, but I wasn’t planning to use them now. It wasn’t urgent. I’d rested enough, and it was time to get up.
“Ugh!”
“Leaving?”
“Thank you for today.”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Sensei stopped me as I bowed.
“Midterms start tomorrow, so come to the club whenever you want.”
“Ah!”
Midterms.
In other academy stories, midterms are just exams, but…
“You said you defeated the boss in the dungeon experience? The midterms should be a piece of cake for you.”
“…Sigh.”
In NTR Academy, midterms and finals are special missions. Completing them earns you points. You just need to pass, but…
‘This is bad.’
There are definitely going to be erotic traps and NTR events.
Yeah, for you, lets hope Juno wises up and starts moving towards a real man.