Crossing the border and reaching Baron Krisel’s place will take a bit of time, but with “Guard Duty exemption,” I should be able to relax at night… or maybe not.
I already got close with Priscilla during our escape, and Christine seems satisfied with being a sacrifice, so they’re on the back burner. Sophia can probably be patient. Rufina and Orietta are excited about something else, so they’re on hold too.
Alana’s bad habit doesn’t seem to be improving. I wonder if she needs to blow off some steam, or something… Blast her with the Buster Sword.
“Alana, come here.”
After dinner, as everyone else was settling down to sleep in their tents or around the campfire, I called Alana into a soundproof tent. Of course, it was to be gentle with her, and to teach her math.
Inside the tent, with only Alana and me separated by a desk… the urge to push her down was overshadowed by the need to teach her math, or she’d throw knives at me. I didn’t want to be cut short after finally growing!
“Alana, try this problem. Ask me if you get stuck.”
Unfortunately, we aren’t wealthy enough to use paper, so I borrowed something like a small blackboard from Orietta and wrote down addition problems from single to double digits.
The problems shouldn’t be too difficult. First-grade elementary level, she should be able to solve them easily. Still, I was a little anxious because Alana makes calculation errors, but even while scratching her head, she seemed to be diligently working on the problems.
Hmm, this situation feels like a student being forced to stay for extra study. I’m the teacher, and Alana… judging by her height, she looks about middle school age. Teacher and student… not bad.
Brain Scenario Go!
Closing my eyes, my thoughts raced at Godspeed, delving into the depths of memory. The moment I opened my eyes, I superimposed the scene before me onto fragments of memory.
Oh! I can see it too, I can see it too! It’s Alana sitting at a desk in a classroom, studying. From the open window, I could hear the sounds of people practicing in the schoolyard and the music of the brass band, with the curtains swaying in the wind.
Success! It’s not for nothing that I have Godspeed! The speed at which my thoughts blurred into reality, took me to a Japanese middle school.
“Done!”
Too bad! Alana’s clothes hadn’t changed from how they were in Another world. She was dressed for comfort, not for attending school. It was more like casual wear.
Brain Scenario Go!
Regarding her clothing, I’ll have Orietta make her a school uniform eventually. Making underwear wouldn’t be a bad idea either, if I could sell them I might make a profit. No, first I need to change the scenario!
Casual wear and studying, and me as a teacher… that means a tutor and student. When I closed my eyes and woke from the depths, I found myself in a cute girl’s room. The desk was neatly organized, and there were stuffed animals on the bed. There were even idol posters on the wall!
“I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Even her mother appearing… that’s perfect memory manipulation. I’m even scared of how high my ability is. Alana asked, “What’s wrong?” but I replied, “It’s nothing.”
I must face Alana as a gentlemanly tutor, who is deeply trusted by her parents. However, the answer Alana showed me was enough to plunge me into despair.
“Alana, have you ever studied before? Like, addition and subtraction?”
“Never!”
It’s no use being proud when you haven’t, but I’ll make sure her chest grows bigger someday. But to be this incompetent… it’s either a sign of how much I can teach her, or…
I taught her the very basics of “adding” and “subtracting” numbers, rather than at an elementary school level. I felt a lack of vocabulary when explaining arithmetic from scratch, but Alana absorbed various things.
Now, a problem. What do you add to seven to get fifteen? She’s reached the level where she can solve this using both our hands and fingers. Let’s consider it a significant improvement from her previous answer of “twenty-five.”
I wrote similar problems on the blackboard and waited for Alana to solve them, but she showed no signs of progressing. I leaned over her shoulder to peer at the blackboard… she was wrong!
“Captain, you’re too close.”
I unconsciously leaned in close to her face to look, but Alana’s soft fur and gentle scent were unbearable.
“I’d like you to call me ‘Teacher’ right now, not Captain.”
“Teacher?”
If not called ‘Teacher’ now, what should she call me! By the way, my specialty is Health and Physical Education. When I have a calculator, I won’t have trouble in society with math.
“Yes, Teacher. Well, hurry up and solve the problem.”
“Understood.”
Alana turned back to the desk and began solving the problem. I sat behind her, facing her back, and started to caress her chest through her clothes. Hmm, about a seventy-four…
“Where are you touching! I can’t solve the problem!”
Don’t worry! This score here is a seventy-four, which is more than enough to pass. Besides, the firmness of this chest is irresistible…
“You have to concentrate. I’m intentionally distracting you… Come on, solve the problem quickly.”
Alana didn’t seem convinced, but she started working on the problem. Good girl, good girl, but how about this… Using my Thousand-Hand-Kannon with my fingertips to stimulate her nipples, will that help her concentrate?
“Nyahaha, no, Captain!”
“It’s Teacher. Your concentration is wavering, keep trying.”
Alana turned around and started solving the problem again. Good girl, good girl, but what about this? Will stimulating her nipples with my Thousand-Hand-Kannon fingertips help her concentrate?
“N…yaaaa…a…a… nyaa…aaa…!”
Even with her voice, Alana was cute, stiffening her body to suppress pleasure. For such a self-controlled Alana, I’ll tease her split through her panties.
“Te…ache…r…! Nyaaaah…ah… nyaaaah…aa!”
Spilling out during class… what a perverted girl. She needs punishment with my rod. I made Alana lean forward and stick out her behind.
Such a cute behind. If I were to take it off, her honey pot, dripping with love nectar, would be right in front of me, seemingly craving my rod.
I shouldn’t disappoint her expectations, we can check the answers later. I quickly undressed and thrust the Petty Knife in.
“Nyaaaah…!”
Was the force too much, or did she try to escape? I placed my hand on Alana’s waist as she stumbled, and thrust the Petty Knife again to prevent her from escaping.
“Nyaaaah…!”
I won’t let her escape now, I’ve got her waist secured. Whether she intends to escape or not, Alana’s vaginal walls are squeezing the Petty Knife.
“Te…ache…rrr… Feel…ing… sooo… gooood… Nyaaaahhhh…!”
Her body is honest. I continued to thrust slowly, feeling every inch of Alana’s honey pot.
“Nyaaaaah… ah… ah… ahhhh… uuu… nyaaaa!”
To cry out like this, I’m tempted to use “Condense” and turn Alana into a Buster Sword from the inside.
“Te…ache…rrr… Make… me… squishy… Make… it… squishy…!”
The Buster Sword is next! For now, I’ll stir up Alana’s honey pot!
“Shut up! I told you to close the tent with magic stones!”
Her mother… no, Priscilla, opened the door and entered.
Red light, you can’t stop a car suddenly.
Door opens, ejaculation can’t stop suddenly. *Splurt* *splish-splash*.
I ejaculated into Alana, and we reached our climax together. My throbbing member, now limp, pulsed with each movement, and each time, yogurt stained Alana’s behind white.
“Tch!” I clicked my tongue, and the knife that stuck into my thigh, perhaps aiming for my groin, was the one with my initials that I use for eating.
That won’t kill me. Idiot! But it hurt. It was a good thing it didn’t hit Alana, but what about her mother throwing a knife as she left? If it were my father, would it have been even more catastrophic…?
I pulled out the knife and looked at Alana, her honey pot stained white. My legs were fine, and I thought about having another round. I closed the door with a magic stone, but something felt off.
Suddenly, with intense palpitations, my own Buster Sword stood up. I hadn’t even used magic yet! I collapsed… my whole body numb. That bastard, he must have put something in the knife!?
“Te…ache…r, what’s wrong nyaaaah.”
Alana, who came closer, perhaps worried about me, was still dripping yogurt. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t even move my mouth, and Alana seemed confused.
“Is this ‘Condense’, nyaaaah. Amazing nyaah.”
So that’s the reason for her confusion… Sorry, let’s make this self-study from now on.
