My Taboo Academy

Um, excuse me!"

Aria stepped forward bravely.

"Ren only did that because of me."

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

"I’m sorry..."

She immediately shrank back into silence.

Who would dare talk back to that aura?

’I wasn’t clean either.’

What if Deherit couldn’t handle the indecent effect and ended up expelling jelly?

Even if it cost me my life I wouldn’t have restored her.

That would have been a death sentence.

I had been careless, thinking a light warning would be enough.

I regretted it...

"Ren Asahi. Do you have anything to say?"

"I apologize."

"And your name?"

"Deherit Ade."

*Smack!*

The student council president kicked Deherit’s shin without the slightest hesitation, as if she wasn’t even worth looking at.

"Ah!"

"Using fire magic in the hallway? Do you want to be expelled?"

"I’m sorry!! I won’t do it again!"

"Disputes between students are settled through formal duels. You haven’t forgotten the academy’s iron rule, have you?"

"No!"

A duel.

Aria had mentioned that system before.

I hadn’t realized such a clean method existed...

"If you want, set a date. I will attend, and I won’t stop the fight then."

"..."

"Enough. Disperse. Ren Asahi, follow me."

"Oh..."

Aria looked lost as the president pulled me away.

She clearly thought she was the reason I was being taken for punishment.

"Ren...!"

She grabbed my hand with both of hers, eyes filling with tears like a girlfriend seeing her boyfriend off to the army.

Ah... that was too cute.

"...I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have provoked her..."

"It’s fine. I had something I needed to talk to the president about anyway. When Elle gets here, explain the situation to her for me."

"Okay...!"

"Ren Asahi, are you coming or not?"

"Yes!"

I quickly followed the solid, silver-haired student council president.

Just moments earlier I had been grinding against Aria’s soft mound.

Now I was staring at the back of the student council president as she walked ahead with absolute confidence. My eyes kept drifting to those solid thighs and the heavy sway of her hips.

The face of the woman I might one day call my wife kept shifting in my head. The more I thought about it, the hotter my body became.

When we reached the dojo entrance, the president took a call and gave a short nod.

"Understood. Handle it as is."

What was she planning?

While I was stuck in pointless speculation, our eyes met.

"That one has eighty demerit points. With a number like that, the grade evaluation will be brutal."

"Is that so?"

"You weren’t curious?"

"I’m already drowning in demerit points anyway..."

"I didn’t give you any."

Why not?

It didn’t feel like simple kindness from her personality.

"As you said yourself, adding more points when you already have enough for automatic expulsion would be meaningless."

"That’s true."

"If there are no objections, we’ll proceed with that."

Huh? She actually cared?

She had even told me Deherit received a penalty point...

"I thought you called me here to lecture me."

"I received a report. Your companion was the one who nearly got attacked first."

Ah. So she had been watching closely.

Still, the fact that it had been reported felt a little unsettling.

"It wasn’t something worth praising, but there were mitigating circumstances."

"Thank you for acknowledging that. Am I under surveillance?"

"Of course. You’re a student of special interest. I monitor your actions everywhere."

"..."

The idea that the president was keeping tabs on my daily life felt strangely intimate.

"Does that bother you?"

"No."

"If you don’t want to be treated as a villain, stop carelessly using your power on others. Isn’t that the entire point of this curriculum?"

"I... forgot for a moment."

It was no coincidence she had appeared the second the commotion started.

Liliana’s focus hadn’t been on Deherit at all. It had been entirely on me.

"No matter how much you want to protect someone, you must never use your abilities recklessly on people who aren’t villains."

"Yes..."

"Your penalty points will be converted into training sessions with me. Change and come out."

"Understood."

The training hall was empty, but the locker room still showed signs of morning use.

...A pair of women’s underwear lay on the floor.

Who left that there?

Pink fabric. The cups were noticeably large.

’...’

Come to think of it, why was my assigned locker in the women’s section...?

What if I opened the door and ran into someone?

Was this really okay?

’Just ignore the underwear...’

...Sniff sniff.

I’m not a pervert, but the scent was impossible to miss.

I needed to get out of here quickly...

"We’ll start with stretching."

"Yes."

"Press on my back."

I carefully pushed down on Liliana’s back while she held a full split.

Her hair was tied up, exposing the delicate line of her nape.

’I’m getting hard...’

I really shouldn’t be...

"Your turn."

"Alright."

*Squish.*

This time the president casually pressed her full breasts against the back of my head.

*Gasp!*

Wasn’t this basically inviting disaster?

"Bend a little lower."

"Student council president... your chest..."

"I can’t apply proper pressure unless you do."

*Tender*

I simply accepted it and grew fully erect.

While finishing the stretch I was surrounded by her scent and the soft weight of her breasts.

When I stood up, the obvious bulge in my clothes was impossible to hide.

"...You’re full of energy."

"It’s kinda your fault."

"Are these cursed lumps of fat that refuse to disappear no matter how much I train really that appealing?"

Why would anyone try to train away something this perfect?!

I’m grateful they stay this abundant!

"Calling them cursed is too harsh."

"They’re cumbersome."

"You need them to feed a baby someday..."

"Hmm. I can’t picture myself doing that."

...Of course she couldn’t imagine becoming a mother at her current age.

But since I could very clearly picture that voluptuous body in such a situation, I would prefer she stopped saying things that killed the mood. My erection was already a serious problem.

"I need to redirect this energy."

"Yes?"

"Come at me!"

"Whoa!"

Hold on... give me a second!

The president suddenly swept my legs and slammed me into the floor.

[Your martial arts skill level has increased]

[Under the guidance of Master Liliana, your martial arts skill level increases further]

Ah, ugh... I was grateful for the level-ups, and the fact that I managed to break the fall at all was thanks to her previous training.

"Again!"

"Ah! Yes!"

The repeated impacts quickly killed the erection through pure pain.

"...In academy life it is common to see students clash emotionally and fight one another."

"Huff... huff..."

"Every time I witness it I think the same thing: cultivate discipline. Emotions that swing so easily are a sign of weakness."

"Grrr... ah!"

I threw everything I had into the spar, matching her head-on.

Of course I never used my special abilities.

The student council president carried natural charisma. She always stood tall and moved with perfect control, tossing around men larger than herself, including me as if it were nothing.

Honestly, I had no confidence I could win on pure technique this time either.

[Your martial arts level has increased]

[Your martial arts level has increased]

[Under Master Liliana’s guidance, your martial arts level rises even further]

"Phew... haa... haa...!"

After more than an hour of intense rolling and grappling, sweat poured from every part of my body.

I had already cleared dungeons that morning...

Yet the president hadn’t broken a single sweat. She looked so refreshed it was almost insulting.

"Aren’t you going to use those impressive abilities of yours?"

"That’s enough. They won’t work a second time."

She would never end up on the receiving end of equal intensity.

If I pushed the reality-altering power any harder it would spiral into exactly the kind of perverse disaster Mira loved.

And for the record, I had zero confidence in "that kind of situation."

I didn’t trust myself not to start moving my hips.

’I still know almost nothing about the student council president beyond how provocative she is.’

Her name is Liliana.

S-class hero. Head of the Villain Correction Headquarters.

Powerful, dedicated, beautiful, the enigmatic heroine of Lustbound who even received the goddess’s seal of approval.

I wanted to get closer to her...

But I couldn’t picture a future where that actually happened.

"Would you like to get something to eat now, President?"

"I have another appointment."

See? Completely impenetrable defenses.

"You’re coming with me."

"Excuse me?"

What? I was included?

Before I could even see Aria’s face again, I followed the president’s order, showered, changed into my uniform, and left.

We rode the subway to the neighboring district.

Liliana sat beside me, keeping a careful distance.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"If it’s an extracurricular activity for Veyron Academy students, can you guess?"

"Don’t tell me... hero work?"

Ugh. It was happening.

Liliana’s mouth twisted in clear displeasure.

Apparently my suffering was enjoyable to her.

"I planned to throw you into real missions only after a full month of training, but you’re an itchy problem child."

"I only suggested eating together."

"I have no reason to share a private meal with you."

She glared at me sharply.

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