Regressor of Yandere Academy – Chapter 3

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Spenny was a good starting point.

‘If I can get Spenny’s Elemental trait…’

The skills I acquired through regression, unfortunately, varied wildly in effectiveness depending on the attribute.

‘If I learn Cecilia’s mana circuit method and magic…I’ll only be able to use fire magic.’

Fire magic was powerful, but if that was all I learned, I could easily die against a demon with high fire resistance…or, more accurately, I worried some yandere bitch would gut me with a blade fire magic couldn’t block.

‘To become stronger…I need to learn all attributes.’

And from the very beginning. The academy offered a variety of magic, and throughout my countless regressions, I’d crammed my head with new skills, new spells, alchemy, swordsmanship, dragon swordsmanship, and more. But I couldn’t integrate them all into my body.

From the moment I saw that shitty message, I realized I could only specialize in one attribute per regression.

There was one trait I always envied, and that was Spenny’s Elemental trait.

With that, mastering all four elements would be a breeze. As someone with no inherent traits besides regression, I’d always had clear limitations, and because of that, all I could do in this screwed-up isekai world was desperately struggle.

It was probably around my fifth regression.

When I fought the Demon King’s clone, I’d landed the final blow with an alchemical potion I’d prepared specifically for it.

[Demon King’s clone defeated.]

Let’s skip over that part.

The important thing was that this goddamn Demon King clone was usually dealt with by the bitch with the Hero trait—a ridiculously overpowered perk.

[Someone without a trait!]

I remembered the shocked looks on everyone’s faces.

Whether I practiced alchemy, learned magic, trained in swordsmanship, or did anything else!

It paled in comparison to the overpowered Hero trait, the Salamander trait that could handle ten Balrogs, or the bizarre trait of the mage bitch who hung around the Hero and killed me twice.

Every single yandere who’d stabbed me had an incredible trait.

I’ll take them all!

That was my goal.

I would use my regression perk, something they were clueless about, something even better than the Hero trait, to screw them over and achieve my ultimate goal, graduation.

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[No Trait Detected.]

A month later, the magic crystal ball that recommended classes based on traits displayed that message.

Naturally, I faced the familiar discrimination and contempt I’d experienced for eight turns – the pitying glances, the scornful stares, the looks that questioned my humanity.

But…

I’ll take them.

I planned to gather every bit of early-game advantage and make that damn crystal ball, which judged people based on traits, scream “Elemental, Salamander”—SSS-rank traits.

For the next month, I’ll milk every heroine for every possible advantage and get those traits.

My minimum goal was to acquire Spenny’s Elemental trait.

That’s why I was going through the trouble of demonstrating her own improved mana circuit method, the one with the shoulder bypass, right in front of her.

“Should I guide you?”

In martial arts terms, this meant offering direct instruction.

‘Not that I need it.’

But physical contact was good for raising affinity.

“What should we do?”

For her to directly guide my mana circuit, I had to take off my shirt and assume a meditative posture, as she instructed.

Spenny also removed her suit jacket, rolled up her blouse sleeves, and unbuttoned the top button.

She’s nervous.

Spenny was about to test her theories and research on her student.

“Now, follow my mana circuit carefully.”

“Yes.”

I began circulating my mana as she directed, and that’s when the problem arose.

‘What the?!’

Her mana circuit method did indeed pierce the shoulder, but it was dangerously close to a vital point, a pressure point.

‘You can’t touch that, Teacher!’

In her demonstration a year from now, she’d bypass the pressure point, circulating mana below it.

Could it be…

Is her research still incomplete?

She must have refined her method after some experiments, perhaps on animals, to avoid the pressure point.

Which meant…

Is Spenny’s research currently at a stage where human trials could be fatal?!

She didn’t yet realize the danger near the shoulder. In other words, I was screwed.

“T-Teacher…”

“Quiet! I need to concentrate!”

‘Concentrating on killing me! Shit, help!’

“B-But…”

“I said quiet!”

‘I’ll die if it goes there! You crazy bitch!’

If I died here, my eighth turn would be over before it even began, and I’d have to prepare for another regression.

I had no choice but to forcibly reject her mana connection and guide the circuit myself.

“W-What are you…”

I confidently forged a new circuit, quickly connecting the pathways through my hand, arm, and chest, recreating her future achievement—a mana circuit nearly three times more efficient than the standard method.

“Impossible…This is…”

She realized she needed to focus too, and began feeding me mana. Not to guide me, but to supplement my mana supply and prevent the circuit from breaking due to insufficient mana.

‘Damn it! She keeps trying to experiment!’

Occasionally, as the mana connections formed, her experimental spirit stirred, and she tried to guide the mana towards the pressure point.

I quickly pulled it back, connecting the circuit as I intended.

A dense, spiderweb-like network of mana circuits formed around my shoulder, and finally, after more than ten minutes of effort, a circuit bypassing the pressure point was complete.

Normally, learning a different mana circuit method would reduce its effectiveness to less than 20%.

However, I had recreated Spenny’s future “Harmony Mana Circuit,” uniquely compatible with other methods.

‘I can use most magic at over 70% output.’

Of course, diametrically opposed magic types would still suffer a penalty, dropping to 40% or less, but this was far superior to any other mana circuit method I’d seen.

“W-We succeeded?”

Spenny breathed a sigh of relief after our joined meditation ended.

“I…guess so.”

Only then did she get angry.

“Egenir!”

She knew my name.

I’d raised her affinity in a previous turn, so she must have remembered me and memorized my name.

“Yes?”

“Creating a new mana circuit is extremely dangerous! Why did you reject my connection?!”

‘Because I would have died!’

I decided to play dumb.

“Uh…was that a connection?”

“What?”

I was just a clueless newbie who knew nothing about magic. My feigned ignorance flustered her.

“I…just felt it. I thought there was something dangerous there…”

“Dangerous?”

“Yes. I felt like…that central point connecting the shoulder and arm was a really important place that shouldn’t be touched. It felt like it was going straight there…”

Under no circumstances should the central point of a joint be used as a mana pathway.

That was one of the points Spenny would make in her speech a year from now. She must have revised her method after experimenting and realizing the danger of the pressure point.

“I see…You just felt it?”

“Yes.”

I played the ignorant child, and she was speechless.

“It could have been dangerous.”

She still had questions, but the completed mana circuit was clearly stable and highly efficient.

If the previous mana circuit method was like a single leg supported by a few pillars, the new one resembled a sturdy arch with a complex network of mana channels supporting it.

The intricate network flowing through my body was remarkably similar to what Spenny envisioned.

It bypasses the dangerous point…while incorporating all the connections I envisioned.

This is…

It would be a powerful mana circuit, capable of supporting any magic structure.

[Spenny’s affinity increased by 10.]

Her affinity soared.

Good. Time to seal the deal.

“Teacher, thank you.”

“Hmm?”

“If it weren’t for your guidance, I don’t think I could have successfully created this amazing mana circuit.”

A miracle had occurred, a testament to her experimental spirit and research.

“With this…I can become a strong mage even without a trait, right?”

“What? You don’t have a trait?”

I confessed to having no traits, something every normal human possessed.

“My father practically kicked me out to the academy because I didn’t have a trait…and I had no hope…but you taught me this mana circuit method…”

It wasn’t a lie, it was a memory from my regressed body.

I hugged her tightly. I could feel her ample bosom against my cheek through her blouse.

Oh…as expected…

Spenny’s concerned expression shifted to surprise, but seeing my childish tears, her maternal instincts kicked in, and she gently patted my back.

[Spenny’s affinity increased by 8.]

“I see…”

“Yes…I’ve been…so…struggling…”

My sniffles sounded like a child seeking comfort.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“You remind me of my deceased mother…I couldn’t help myself…”

The lie worked perfectly.

I used this method in a previous regression, too.

I remembered trying to raise Spenny’s affinity to learn this mana circuit method after she’d perfected it a year later.

[Spenny’s affinity increased by 12.]

Her affinity skyrocketed. I had already mastered manipulating her with these weak lines.

‘What have I done to this child…’

An innocent question and experiment from a young student with no one to rely on.

She, as a teacher, should have protected him.

But driven by her experimental impulse, she’d used an untested mana circuit method. It was a miracle he’d succeeded; otherwise…

‘I almost killed a student I just met.’

She felt a strong connection upon their first meeting…and mistakenly believed his words about reminding him of his mother had stirred her emotions.

Such an encounter…

It felt like a miracle, a twist of fate.

Chuckling darkly, I snuggled against her, sniffling.

Her affinity was now over 40. No other student could boast such a high level.

“Teacher.”

“Yes?”

“I…have another class.”

I needed to move on and find the next opportunity, pausing my interactions with Spenny for now.

“Oh…”

Spenny looked disappointed, as if she wanted to hold me longer.

“Then, Teacher, thank you so much.”

Time for the finishing blow.

“Oh, Teacher, about this mana circuit method…”

“Yes?”

According to mage law, the person who attempted the circuit first held the patent. Since the mana circuit now flowed within my body, it was mine.

In other words, her future achievement, the result of over a decade of research, had been snatched away by me.

She didn’t know it yet.

“I think you should use it for your research presentation.”

“What are you talking about?! This is yours…”

“No. Without your explanation and guidance, I would have died attempting this mana circuit.”

I shook my head.

Honestly, with her current research, any clueless student would have died from mana overload after she messed with their pressure points…but who cared?

All I cared about was her affinity.

“Teacher, I want to be your one and only student.”

[Spenny’s affinity increased by 10.]

Spenny’s heart pounded.

This was her chance to prove herself, to put other mages in their place. And she had the trust of an innocent student.

“That’s all I need.”

[Spenny’s affinity increased by 3.]

[Possible to develop into a romantic relationship.]

“Then…”

Having landed the final blow, I left for my next class.

As I walked I remembered a particular turn…

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Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Spenny diligently milked herself, pushing her nipple into my mouth like a mother breastfeeding her child.

Slurp…Haa…Slurp…

I could barely breathe, pinned beneath her breasts, but her ample mounds gently caressed my head.

[Egenir…does it feel good…? ]

[Yes, Teacher…It’s…comforting.]

[Good. Egenir, if you’re ever struggling, tell me, okay?]

One of the few good memories I had left. Just thinking about it made my junior perk up.

‘I will…no, I must succeed in raising her affinity!’

I clenched my fists. My resolve to experience that breast milk handjob again was firm.

[Basic Swordsmanship.]

The introductory swordsmanship class. The class was already in session, and I casually strolled in.

Plenty of students skipped class, I was practically a saint.

Because I have an opportunity.

As I walked in…

“Late, are we?”

Cecilia glared at me, a sword in her hand.

“Huh?”

“I heard you went into Teacher Spenny’s private lounge.”

She held her sword, and I instinctively tensed my stomach.

‘Am I screwed?’

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