Chapter 92 – Episode 92: Rachel’s Piano Academy
＂… You two look really happy?＂
When I made eye contact with Ahyeon, she glared at me and said.
It’s clear that both me and Layella are mentioned, but the gaze is fixed on me.
Ahyeon was only questioning me right now.
“No… Ahyeon is not what you think. She said he teaches piano. But I also hit a bit in my old days. It reminded me of the old days and without even realizing it…”
“What is it that I think of?”
‘… Ah, stop me.’
The horny bitch with the open eyes that I saw in the sex scene on the bed a little while ago is nowhere to be seen, and as she speaks with her characteristic angry face, I feel dispirited.
It’s an action that stems from my desire to monopolize my master’s love, and I can’t say anything because I would have felt that betrayal even if it were me.
Somehow, I ended up rambling and making excuses, so it ended up being a self-defeating situation.
“Well, what are you saying?”
＂… What?＂
“That’s right. I’m Nammin… Ugh. Do I have to pay attention to what you think when talking to the owner?”
“Under? You already showed that you don’t like the owner. Are you itching to have a friendly conversation now?”
＂I’m not anxious… Not that far! “Why are you telling me what to do with my right to talk to the person I want to talk to?”
“If that’s not something I’m anxious about right now, what is it?”
＂That… Sheesh.＂
“Look, I can’t say anything.”
Somehow, the conversation flowed as if Layella wanted to be close to me, and Ahyeon had the upper hand in the argument after the lovemaking on the bed was over.
Layella seemed to have a lot to say, but her face turned red, and she swallowed her words, as if what Ahyeon had said was wrong.
Looking at Layella like that, one corner of her mouth went up slightly without realizing it. When Ahyeon caught this, she received another harsh look.
＂Hehe… So what are you going to do now, sister?＂
＂… Huh?＂
“You decided to stay here with me today. “Is that sister with you?”
＂Hmm…＂
They say you can’t ignore a piece of rice cake, but it’s definitely scary.
Still, it was a bit hard to tell Layella to leave now that they had just had sex, but looking at Ahyeon’s frustrated face, she seemed to be feeling the same way.
The two are not friendly to each other, but they have an ambiguous relationship in which they cannot act coldly.
Rayella seemed reluctant to either remain in this position or leave immediately.
So my answer, caught in the middle of the two, was a very important point.
＂First of all… Layella, please take a shower too.＂
＂… Yes.＂
Still, I didn’t think they were telling me to go right away, so I told Layella to wash up and come back.
Layella reluctantly got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She exchanged vague glances with Ahyeon, who was standing in front of the bathroom door, for about 3 seconds before she was able to enter the bathroom.
Ahyun took a deep breath after Layella went into the bathroom, and in an instant, she looked a little pouty and about to burst into tears, and she came over to me and sat on her lap, facing me. Br〉
＂… It’s too much.＂
＂Understanding…＂
“Just give me a hug.”
After looking at my face for a moment, Ahyeon hugged my neck, and it smelled perfect.
I had no choice but to hug Ahyeon and pat her back as she pressed her slightly moist face against mine.
It was a moment when extremely human romantic feelings welled up, and I felt a headache because of what I had done as a demon.
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After a while. Layella came out after taking a shower in the bathroom. She was wearing only a shower gown and her hair was dried with a towel.
＂… I’ve been thinking about it, but I… I’ll go right away.＂
When Layella saw me and Ahyeon hugging each other, she looked a bit downcast and said this.
I’m sure you must have thought about arrogance while taking a shower. After seeing Ahyeon and I like this after taking a shower, it seemed like he thought that he couldn’t come between us yet.
＂… Yes, I understand.＂
When Ahyeon heard Layella say she was going, she hugged me tighter. She was clearly asking what to do.
Here, she caught Layella even though she said she would go, and she is sure to pout just as Ahyeon pouts. She told Rayella to do the same.
“… Hey, are you going to go like that?”
Then Rayella instantly put on her clothes that she had taken off with magic.
It seemed like he wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible, to the point where he could endure the backlash from the vulva due to the use of divine power.
At this level, it was clear that he felt something similar to jealousy. In my head, I knew it was a situation worth feeling sorry for, but my instinct was that it was a good thing.
The essence of what Layella feels now is the lack of being able to monopolize what she wants.
“I used magic to get in anyway, so it’s strange to just leave.”
“Okay… Well, go in carefully.”
＂… Yes.＂
＂… Bye…?＂
＂Already gone.＂
＂…＂
Rayella used an invisibility spell and went through her door.
Ahyeon heard the greetings from me and Layella and tried to say hello belatedly, but Layella had already left.
Ahyeon’s face, looking at the empty entrance, had a very complex expression.
＂… I want to sleep.＂
“Okay. Let’s sleep.”
＂Please give me a pillow for your arm.＂
＂Okay.＂
I lay down and stretched out one arm, and Ahyeon laid her head on it, facing me.
Then he put one of his arms and legs on top of me and soon fell asleep.
＂After…＂
Somehow it passed by, but it was such a painful few hours that I couldn’t help but sigh when I look back.
Even though I was mentally tired, I tried to sleep while smelling Ahyeon’s faint shampoo.
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Early evening a few days later. I visited the piano academy in Building XX where Layella works.
It was near an apartment complex with an elementary school and middle school nearby.
I can hear the piano playing overlapping, but it doesn’t seem like there are many people. There seemed to be about two people practicing.
＇… It’s better than I thought?＇
When I went up the elevator and entered, the first thing I saw was a large grand piano placed on a low platform.
Behind that, several doors appeared on the left and right sides of the long, narrow passage. Inside are small rooms that can only fit one piano.
I’ve been to academies like this a few times, so old memories came back to me.
＇… Hmm?＇
For a moment, I felt divine power through the vulva.
When I opened the door and came in, the bell hanging on the door was clearly shaking.
It seems that she used the vulva to confirm that it was Ray Ella.
＂… Are you here?＂
＂Uh uh.＂
＂Could you please wait in the consultation room on the right there for a moment? I’m still in the middle of a lesson… Well, you can have coffee or something inside.”
＂Okay.＂
A door in the middle of the hallway opened, and Rayella stuck her head out to greet me.
Her face was full of trouble, but perhaps because there was a student at the academy next to her, she spoke in a friendly, business-like tone that I had never heard from her.
I found this somehow funny and laughed, and Layella sighed quietly and went back in, closing the door.
＇Please, please, don’t do anything strange since the actual lesson is almost over. I can’t concentrate…!’
She was sitting in the consulting room drinking a cup of coffee when suddenly Rayella sent a telepathic message through her vulva.
But then I realized she was asking me not to do something I haven’t done yet, but I can’t concentrate?
I haven’t done anything yet…
‘Hey. I was really still. Sipping coffee and looking around the counseling room. You’re just doing that because you’re imagining something strange.’
Looking at Rayella’s condition through her vulva, I noticed that her arousal level was slightly increased.
It was quite a side effect from using divine power to confirm my existence when I entered the academy a little while ago, so this happened because Layella had a strange imagination on her own.
When I pointed this out, Layella activated a magic circle over her vulva, blocking communication through it.
It seemed like she didn’t want to know what she was thinking.
＇… Then you have to keep using divine power, you idiot. When I come here after the lesson, I’ll be very wet.’
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＂… Hello.＂
After about 10, the consultation room door opened. It seemed like Layella had finished her lesson.
Ray Ella stuck her head out through the crack in the door, and small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, as if it was hot.
Her face was also flushed, and it seemed like she was already quite excited as a side effect of supplying divine power to her vulva throughout the lesson.
“Ugh… I really didn’t mean to disturb you, but you did it on your own?”
＂… Is it because I’m worried that I won’t be able to concentrate if I think someone is looking into my head while I’m giving a lesson? ＂
“Anyway, you can tell when I’m trying to see it. Would it have been okay then?”
“… The response may be slow. Because I was at work.”
Everyone clearly knew that it was because they were thinking dirty things about each other, but she was Layella, who blamed it on work even if she died.
“Anyway, I thought you were working as an instructor. Are you the director?”
He pointed to the competition awards plastered all over the walls and the pictures of Layella playing the piano on a big stage wearing her dress.
＂… Well, yes.＂
“Your career is quite spectacular. “Isn’t it a bit of a waste to just go to a neighborhood academy like this?”
“It’s a bit like that, but I guess I have to lead a double life. Even if you’re too famous, it’s a headache.”
“But. I guess so.”
Looking at her own photos and her certificates, Layella looked a little confused.
As human Rachel, she seems to like the piano and puts a lot of effort into it, but since Angel Rayella’s career took a turn for the worse, she seems to have been thinking a lot.
