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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Tesha and I were at my second apartment.
After Kanion’s attack, I had acquired two apartments.
One was where Hessia and I lived.
The other was a dummy address for official academy documents.
It was a precaution, to prevent anyone from finding Hessia, like Kanion had.
“I-I’m ready!”
I was speechless. She wasn’t seriously asking me to spank her, was she?
I held the discipline rod, looking at Tesha. A cute little princess with these kinds of tendencies…
Even Buddha would shake his head.
I was certain about Tesha’s proclivities.
But she was still insisting on being punished, claiming she needed further confirmation.
“Tesha, dispel your mana and hold out your hand.”
“I… I don’t think I’ll feel it there…”
“…Then where?”
Tesha hesitated, then asked to be punished on her calves. I nodded.
Spanking her calves was better than spanking her… elsewhere. I felt like I would be crossing a line if I did that.
“Alright, lift your skirt.”
“Okay…”
I looked at her smooth, white calves and sighed inwardly.
Tesha, leaning against the wall, looked nothing like a princess.
“M-Master Ethan… please… punish me like I deserve… make it… realistic…”
–Whack!
The rod struck her flesh before she could finish her sentence. Tesha gasped.
“Hic…!”
She hiccuped, her thighs rubbing together.
“Too much talking, Tesha.”
“S-sorry…”
“Be honest. You did this on purpose so I would punish you, didn’t you, you little pervert?”
“No!”
–Whack!
Tesha’s body trembled as the rod struck her flesh again. But her eyes were filled with pleasure, not pain.
“Don’t talk back.”
“I-I’m not talking…!”
–Whack!
She couldn’t finish her sentence. She let go of the wall and clutched her skirt.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You incorrigible pervert.”
“Ha… ha… n-no! I’m not a pervert…”
–Whack!
A red mark appeared on her calf. I hadn’t hit her that hard, but her skin was so pale that the mark was clearly visible.
“I’m not a pervert! Ow… it hurts…!”
She said it hurt, but her panting breaths and the look in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.
“Lying again?”
“S-sorry! I’m sorry! I was lying! A little… harder…”
–Whack!
This one was much harder than the previous ones. Tesha gasped, her thighs rubbing together.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
A bright red welt appeared on her calf. It would heal within hours. Hero Candidates had fast healing abilities.
“Stop hitting my calves! My thighs…!”
“What did I just say?”
“What?”
“Don’t talk back.”
–Whack! Whack! Whack!
Three consecutive strikes. Drool trickled down Tesha’s chin, her body trembling.
‘This feels so good…’
She looked up at Ethan, her eyes glazed over. He seemed to be lost in thought.
“Ethan…?”
“That’s five. We’re done.”
He had promised to hit her five times. He had actually hit her six times. He had gotten carried away.
“Ah…”
Tesha was disappointed. She wanted more.
“So, have you figured it out?”
“Yes…”
She replied meekly. She had realized. She was a pervert.
At least it was only with Ethan.
Ethan also looked serious.
‘This… is strangely enjoyable.’
He was starting to understand why this kind of play existed. It was fun getting into character.
And the fact that she was a princess, someone who was supposed to be dignified and composed, made it even more exciting. He had also gotten carried away.
‘I need to stop before I cross a line…’
But he didn’t realize he was already standing on the precipice.
“I think I enjoyed being punished.”
“Yeah… me too.”
“Master, you’re a sadist.”
“Shut up, you masochist. You asked for it.”
Tesha had playfully called him “Master” a few times. It felt liberating, shedding the weight of her royal title.
“Master! Master—!”
“Tesha, stop it!”
“Heehee, I just wanted to try saying it.”
Tesha giggled. Ethan scratched the back of his head awkwardly. A brief silence followed.
“Master, should we… do this again sometime?”
“I’ll… think about it.”
Ethan suddenly remembered something.
“Tesha, don’t do anything reckless to get punished, okay?”
“Ethan, do you really think I would do that?”
Tesha was usually very responsible.
But to Ethan, she seemed capable of anything. Another awkward silence.
“Tesha, want to grab some dinner?”
“Y-yes! Let’s go!”
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Finals season arrived.
The final exam was a duel tournament, a comprehensive assessment of everything we had learned during the past year. I looked at the match-ups.
I wasn’t mistaken.
I had a bad feeling about this. Arthur, looking at the list posted on the bulletin board, seemed to share my sentiment.
“Oh dear…”
Arianna, standing beside him, also looked concerned.
“Ethan…”
Arthur smiled. But it wasn’t his usual cheerful grin.
He was facing me in the first round.
The matchups for the second semester finals weren’t random. The professors arranged them based on our grades.
So, the matchups were interesting. The problem was, there were two anomalies:
Arianna, who wasn’t supposed to be here until next year.
And me.
The matchups were different from the original story.
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⚙ Matchups ⚙
Tia vs. Sepia
Tesha vs. Reus
Anya vs. Sonny
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Arthur vs. Ethan
