8 A Sick Professor
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With a red face and imagined smoke on her head, I teased Jasmine a few more times until I got bored.
"I want to ask something."
I rest my head on the table with my hand as a pillow again. I title my head and look at her, having an expectant expression while waiting for an explanation.
For sure, although sitting with the goddess would attract attention, what I can feel from their eyes isn't envy or jealousy, but somehow... I can feel the disgust.
I think there is something more I need to know.
. . .
After five minutes of detailed explanation of Jasmine, only then did I understand everything.
Sigh*
My face turns dark in disappointment; the thing that I am afraid to happen, already happened. I have the worst reputation in this room.
She said there was someone who spread a rumor that I didn't take an entrance exam yet merely relied on my connection to enter the Academy. Although there is no concrete evidence about this and no one finds out who this person enrolled me with, they still believed the rumors wholeheartedly.
Actually, it is not merely a rumor, because it is real.
Fortunately, the news stopped spreading before the public could get a grasp of it. Only those with powerful backgrounds had reached the wings of the news.
And because I merely used my connection and didn't take part in an entrance exam, they misunderstood my situation; I don't have a powerful family backing me; it was my sister who handled everything. My background isn't as powerful and mysterious as they thought. Not even half of it.
Adding to this rumor, the fact that the Old Rolan always used excuses to evade a fight, they also misunderstood me as trash. Which I think is not far from the truth.
My eyes lose in the void as I think through it.
Tsk*
But then, a smirk cracks on my lips as I comprehend something.
I guess it isn't something I should feel foreign, that mages are also good at judging and making rumors.
Just the fact that their mouths can cast spells, however fast the mantra is; they fit the deeds of spreading rumors.
At this moment, in my eyes, they become nothing but aunts on the street that are good at assuming to cause someone's demise.
For the first time, I found a reason to look down at mages.
That aside, so far, I received two titles from my classmates; those who knew about the entrance exam rumors, I am known as Mr. Connection, and to those who didn't, they dubbed me as Master of Excuses.
What only makes me feel startled is the fact that the Old Rolan does not know that a rumor about him circulated.
Is he nonchalant about it or he's just an idiot?!
...
Although it isn't easy to bribe academy officials and get their permission to let someone enter the academy without facing the entrance exam, it also isn't entirely impossible. Some of my classmates also can do it if they want to; with their backgrounds.
But of course, for the sake of reputation, they relied on their own prowess; even so, everyone knows they used elixirs and artifacts just to achieve what they have right now.
I just regret the fact that I came into this world a bit late, at least, maybe if I came into this world earlier or when enrollment just opened, maybe, I still have a chance to avoid this situation and create a better image for myself.
Sigh*
But now that it is already here, I should instead start to think of a great and fast way to change my image (reputation).
It won't be a good thing if someone finds out that I am an older brother of a future hero. If that happens, not only my reputation would sink, but also my sister's.
That is the thing I didn't like most to happen.
I close my eyes and try to enter the meditation state as I think of an excellent solution.
That's right!
Fortunately, luck is with me. Thinking about the dozens of pairs of eyes that are full of malice while looking at me. I know that anytime, someone will attack me to teach me a lesson and warn me to not come near Jasmine anymore.
If that time comes, I'll use that chance to make my reputation rise by defeating that certain someone.
Although I ain't yet clear about my ability, and not sure if I can defend myself. I know it won't be that fast for them to start their move. For the time being, I will improve myself.
There is already one way that I have to make this plan successful.
The Old Rolan passed me his memories, but because as a mortal like me who only got in touch with magic, not even a week, my brain is still unstable and impossible to comprehend his (former owner of the body) memories at once.
Although our memories are mixed, the Old Rolan's memories are vague and I can't understand. For me to see it clearly, I have to encounter the same situation, thing, or person. It's no different to say that his memory has locked.
As an example, the vague memories about Jasmine became clear because I encountered her again. And so the memories of my certain classmates after entering the room and discovering them.
. . .
Clang*
The door opens, and a figure that I am foreseeing as the first professor for today's class enters.
I first thought that an old man with a long white beard wearing an oversize white robe like a workaholic researcher is what the professor looks like, but it turns out that the professor is a young and gorgeous lady.
A young lady that looks like at her twenty-three. She should be one of the greatest students of her time back then for her to become a professor at such a young age. Or maybe she isn't even as young as I am thinking, but an old grandma in disguise.
Though I wish she's as young as I can see, or else, it would be damn disgusting.
With long red hair that is too long to reach her waist, she has a pair of red pupils that look like a blazing fire that can make you feel like being roasted if you try to look directly at it.
Wearing a red sexy gown that is showing some part of her legs and half of her mountains, she looks so astonishing, like a Heavenly Empress.
Just one look at those exposed white skins is enough to make those guys that are staring at us with malice and annoyance stop paying attention; instead, they switch their eyes to the professor, who is walking towards the middle of the stage with a violet covered magic book on her hand.
She has a genuine seductive aura that revolves around her that causes every male to drool everywhere she goes.
Just looking at my classmates that are now unconsciously drooling at the sight of the professor, I can't help but wish to puke.
Disgusting!
Fortunately, my willpower is stronger than my classmates because of my past unfortunate experiences on the earth I used to live on, and the seductive aura of the professor does not affect me that much.
I merely had to bite my tongue, and everything was okay.
Swoosh*
Out of the blue, I feel something crawling on my rod. If I close my eyes, I might think there is an invisible hand touching it.
My rod turns hard.
But this is not the end. Unexpectedly, the invisible hand moves and caresses it, up and down, softly.
A heavenly sensation runs through my rod and my whole body.
I want to resist, but there is nothing I can do, as I really don't know what's happening.
My body weakens and my back rests on the rail of the chair. My legs subconsciously depart as it gives up on the sensation.
Damn*
A bolt of lightning of reality runs through my body that causes me to wake up from my lewd fantasy.
I feel something in my rod about to come out.
But before it could, the invisible hand disappears, which causes me to feel dry.
I look around to search for the source of all of this.
Swoosh*
I feel like a wind suddenly blows as my gaze and professors coincidentally meet each other.
Then, out of the blue, she cracks into a smile.
My eyebrows knit as I feel something wrong with her.
Suddenly, her red lips curl into a wider smile that makes my guts certain.
No need to ask.
She is the one who did that!
Fuck, I want to pee...!!
I stand up but don't know what to say as an excuse.
A/N: (Authors Note)
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