## Chapter 85 – Teacher and Student
Anne’s voice, punctuated by ragged breaths, seemed to express her trembling as Polcinella’s hands explored her body with unrestrained abandon.
Whatever she had swallowed was clearly not good. Barely clinging to her fading consciousness, she blinked stupidly, managing to utter the honest answer that surfaced in her mind.
“N-No… It’s not… For that… reason…
I… I don’t need… you to… Ugh… do this…”
“Is that so? Then I forgive you.”
“Huh…?”
Anne’s eyes snapped open at the unexpected reply. Polcinella removed her hands from Anne’s body, gently releasing her and stroking her hair.
“It was just a joke. The effects wear off in an hour, okay?
Just… think of it as a mischievous prank from your senior?”
“W-What… are you… saying…? Ugh…”
“If you’re going to be a woman, you have to win your man with your own strength, don’t you think?
These kinds of drugs might make you feel a little good, but nothing beats the feeling of being touched by the man you love.”
Of course, hearing such things while naked hardly made it sound cool or anything, but Anne, her mind addled by the strange sensations, didn’t even have the capacity to think about that.
“But it’s clear you were given something precious, right?
You’re Anne, right? You came to observe from the Flansina Academy, and you’re a freshman?”
“Yes… I’m going up to sophomore year, though…”
At Polcinella’s subtle question, as she gently tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Anne, who had been tilting her head back and forth trying to regain her senses, startled and answered.
Hearing that, Polcinella narrowed her eyes, leaned her elbow on the armrest that was acting as ‘Piglet,’ and rested her chin on her hand, looking intrigued.
“Hmm… Is that so? Actually, I remember seeing you downstairs earlier.
You were looking around with such a serious expression, I just wanted to play a little prank.
Call me Nel, okay?”
“Ah…!! Unni…?”
The memory of seeing her downstairs earlier.
The woman who had been hacking away at the raw meat was her – that realization was starting to dawn on Anne.
Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Polcinella, scrutinizing her smiling face.
‘She’s like a different person…’
Although initially obscured by a crazed expression, now that she looked closely, she saw a beautiful face that gave off a distinct ‘young lady’ vibe.
Knowing that she was indeed the person who had been training earlier, Anne felt a bit of the pressure lifting.
Then, at Polcinella’s sudden question, Anne’s expression turned doubtful.
“Good, good… Ah!! Come to think of it, I was supposed to give you one-on-one personal lessons, right?
Why don’t you learn from me? I’ll treat you well, okay? How about it?”
“M-Me…?”
“Yeah, I was getting a little restless myself.
I feel like showing off my awesome side for once, you know?”
“Y-Yes… Yes…? Th-That’s… I mean…”
“What’s wrong with it? Everyone’s going to be similar to me anyway, so wouldn’t it be better to do it with a familiar face?”
It wasn’t a very convincing argument, but so what?
She hadn’t come to Paulo Hall expecting anything special in the first place.
Just feeling like she couldn’t refuse the offer she had received, Anne accepted Polcinella’s grinning proposal.
“Great!! Then I’ll give you a real workout later, okay?
So, can you give me some space to finish up here?”
“Ah… Yes, yes…!!”
Hearing that final dismissal, Anne quickly turned around with a short reply, rushed to the door, and hurried outside.
She felt like if she stayed inside even a moment longer, she would realize something bad.
Opening the door and stepping back into the hallway, Anne leaned against the now-closed door and took a deep breath. Polcinella’s voice reached her ears again.
“Aah…!! More… More…!! Deeper!!
Stab harder, you horny pigs!!
Your core strength is still weak!! Tighten your abs and move more!!
Now… Now hurry up and finish…!!”
‘Just what kind of person is she…?’
Her heart was still pounding, and she felt like Polcinella’s mischievous yet somehow reassuringly gentle touch lingered on her skin.
The sensation that touch had given her was definitely…
‘My head hurts…’
She had wanted to become an adult in many ways, but this time she almost became one in a different sense.
Anyway, to wait for Polcinella, who had promised to teach her something, Anne clutched her throbbing head and retraced her steps, slowly heading back to the place where they had disbanded earlier.
Polcinella was definitely a screwball, like most of the people gathered in Paulo Hall seemed to be.
But what kind of side would she show her?
Although a little strange, they were people who spared no effort in training themselves, as Lucia had said.
Recalling the finely chopped meat from earlier, Anne suddenly remembered the shape of the meat.
‘It’s regular…’
Although the soft flesh was somewhat distorted, there was a certain regularity and method to what she had thought was random hacking.
The way it was finely minced into a somewhat consistent shape was enough to call her a butcher.
So, it was only natural to conclude that there was something she could learn from her.
‘Then… still, there must be something to learn…’
Both when she first saw her and just now.
She was definitely not a normal person, but maybe there was a reason for that.
‘Maybe… I…’
Come to think of it, what she had been peeking at was definitely something like that.
A man and a woman sharing affection – although this case might have been a little different, the pillar that had suddenly risen from the center of the men acting as chairs was definitely…
‘So… big…!!
And you need two of them…?’
Anne’s imagination, reaching into a dangerous area, deepened as she slowly walked down the hallway, half-dazed.
By the time she came to her senses, the fantasy had progressed to a rather dangerous point.
‘Then… the teacher’s… that thing is…’
As she walked back to the original meeting place, Anne unconsciously faced a corner and stopped in her tracks, flinching at a sound she heard before turning it.
“Ubeup… Heup… Eugeuk…”
It felt like the memory from just now was coming back to her.
With a sound that made her chest feel hot, along with that secretive and sticky noise, Anne hid at the corner before turning into the hallway and cautiously peeked out.
Too familiar voices and profiles.
“I know I shouldn’t… Keuek…”
“Kkuup… Haeueum… Ttjuup… Chureureup… Haat… Haaat…”
The back of a woman with orange hair swaying like a blossoming flower, along with a man’s face contorted as if in pain, or perhaps with a different meaning.
“Lucia… Lucia…!! I can’t… Not anymore…!!”
“Uhuup… It’s okay… Give it to me… Teacher… Eumut… Uup…!!”
The intense movement of the orange hair continued for a while, and then, with a surprised nasal sound, Anne’s eyes widened in shock as she watched Lucia’s cheeks bulge as if filled with something.
Lucia, kneeling in front of Edward, slowly removing her face from his crotch in an unnatural posture.
And in the place where she had removed her face, there remained Edward’s large and thick thing, which she had seen on the men with Polcinella earlier, making it even more terrifying to compare.
‘T-Too big…!!’
Anne’s eyes shook violently as she watched Lucia slowly open her mouth and stick out her tongue, finding a stream of white liquid flowing down her tongue and into her throat, unable to comprehend the sudden situation.
“Haa… Haaat… It’s a rich taste… Teacher…”
“Lucia… what… what are you thinking…”
“I’ve always… wanted to do this…
Ever since… I first saw you, Teacher…”
With the sound of swallowing the liquid, Edward’s voice trembled as he asked after Lucia’s words.
“The students will be here soon…
You… need to fix your clothes…”
Watching her carefully grab Edward’s penis and put it back into his pants, straightening his crotch, Anne finally came to her senses, quietly swallowed her breath, and quickly hid back around the corner.
“Today’s events… are a secret… between me and Teacher… right…?”
“…… You still have the list I gave you earlier, right?”
“Yes… Teacher…
Shall we… go back for now?”
Surely what had just happened was the image of a man and a woman secretly sharing affection.
Putting the teacher’s thing in her mouth, moving her head as if sucking on a delicious candy, receiving the man’s white baby seed in her mouth, which she had only heard about in stories, and smiling seductively as if expressing her joy.
Yet, fixing their clothes as if nothing had happened, the two people were now showing a naturalness that disguised their return to being teacher and assistant.
Anne, who was secretly watching their profiles, was filled with horrified eyes, disbelief, and shock, and slowly sank to the ground.
‘Teacher…’
The teacher who always spared no effort for her.
But in Anne’s eyes, as she was reminded that he was not a teacher only for her, there was a complex feeling that she could not sort out.
