I Became a Tentacle Monster Blooming in the Academy Garden 212

## Chapter 212 – Confession (2)

A few hours prior.

“Haa!! Haa!! Haaah!! Haha!!
Lai Lai Cha Cha Cha!!”

Blood, sweat, and tears.

“Head!! Head!! Head!! Head!!”

“Shoulder!! Shoulder!! Shoulder!! Shoulder!!”

“Hey!! Stop the sword in the middle!!”

The academy’s swordsmanship department, synonymous with effort, could be summarized in those three words.

“Ugh!! Augh… My shoulder…!!”

“Someone get him to the infirmary, quick.”

The training ground, where morning drills had been underway since the first day of the new semester, was overflowing with the sweat of striving youth.

Whether it was during vacation or after school started, what they had to do never changed. Today, too, the students were bleeding, sweating, and squeezing out tears as they rose from where they had fallen.

However, among these students, there was one who seemed distracted, unable to focus properly.

Amidst the sight of nearly a hundred students paired off, exchanging blows with their swords haphazardly within a designated space, the consequences of losing focus were obvious.

“Hiss… Haa…!! Ahh… Ugh…!!”

Eventually, the girl, unable to concentrate on her opponent’s sword, had her wrist struck squarely by a wooden sword. She collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Anyone could make a mistake, and sometimes injuries were inevitable.

But a swordsman, by nature, should never break, only bend.

However, the girl, far from breaking, simply sat down, effectively declaring that she had given in.

“Uh… Hey…?
Monehen…?
Are you okay…?”

“I’m… Hiss… Augh…”

The girl didn’t even notice the apologetic expression of her opponent. Someone watching her face twisted with concern.

“Anne. Step aside.”

“Yes… I’m sorry, Instructor…”

Anne, the girl who seemed so weakened.

“There’s no need to apologize.
Bearing it is your responsibility.”

Luchia, the new instructor of the swordsmanship department, spoke indifferently to Anne. She briefly examined her wrist, her expression subtly shifting.

Perhaps it was because she realized the injury wasn’t severe.

Luchia’s words, which had seemed somewhat concerned just moments ago, were now sharpened like icy daggers.

“You’re not focusing.
What’s the problem this time?”

“It’s… Well…
It’s nothing…”

However, her metaphorical response, implying that she didn’t want to answer, was unlikely to please Luchia.

From the perspective of a senior who wanted to see a promising junior grow, Anne being in such a daze, and the reason being so trivial that she was ashamed to admit it, was frustrating.

“It’s been a week already. No, a little over that.
If it’s a problem you can’t answer, can you solve it yourself?”

“That’s…”

“I, too, generally don’t rely on others.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll forcibly take on things that aren’t my responsibility and do them myself.
The same goes for you.”

A swordsman who couldn’t even properly care for their own sword.

Such a distracted swordsman was utterly unqualified.

Luchia picked up the wooden sword that Anne had even forgotten to retrieve. She approached Anne, who was squatting in the corner of the training ground, and dropped the sword onto Anne’s legs as if discarding trash.

The center of the wooden sword, falling on her knees, slid down her thigh and gently glided to her pelvis, but the emotion in Luchia’s touch was anything but gentle.

“I’ve decided to nurture you, and I have no intention of entrusting that process to anyone else.
So, if you say you need help, I can at least decide whether or not to help you.
But if you can’t tell me, then at that point, it’s not my concern.
Are you going to waste my energy and time on your situation, which isn’t even my concern?”

Considering Luchia’s usual nature, which was authoritarian but not coercive or rude, this meant she was quite angry.

“I’m… Sorr…”

But before Anne could finish her apology, Luchia turned around and strode away, looking displeased. Anne buried her face in her knees, clutching them tightly with her arms.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk.

She desperately wanted to stop thinking about other things and focus on what she had to do.

In fact, this wasn’t the first time.

She had been so caught up in her own worries that she hadn’t even been able to take care of what she was supposed to do.

But she couldn’t just ignore this painful feeling, pretend it didn’t exist.

‘What… am I supposed to do…?’

Was not knowing what to do so frightening and lonely?

The girl tried to ignore the tightening in her chest, but eventually, she was crushed by the pressure, unable to lift her head.

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It started then.

This endless nightmare lurking in her dreams.

The main headquarters of the magical departments of St. Franscina Academy.

The place where they researched and learned about magic, a power like a miracle that twisted and recreated reality.

It all began in the women’s restroom in the corner of the first floor of the Magic Building.

Anne remembered her body burning hot, and herself shuddering at it.

‘Hiss… Eheh… Ah… Aaugh…’

Unable to stand properly due to dizziness, she was fortunate to barely make it to the toilet.

Her body was clearly being violated by something, her private parts being freely mocked, forced to expose her shameful state.

It felt just like when she was attacked by Serkov’s gang, that chilling feeling of insects crawling all over her body, she felt it again in that place.

Cowardly hiding its face, she couldn’t even see who was molesting her.

And unlike when Serkov stabbed her private parts, she only felt something sucking on her lower body.

So, she could tell.

What she was being violated by.

“Ugh… Hiss… Haa…!!
Hiss!! Hngh!! Aaaah!!”

A pleasure she had experienced once, yet paradoxically never experienced before.

Terrified by it, she couldn’t resist the pleasure, howling like a bitch. That was the only memory left to her.

‘But would I feel better now if that were all there was to it?’

The only other memory among those few.

A memory of someone else, not her own.

Eloise, the fiancée of her beloved teacher, Edward, and the woman promised to be his eternal partner in the future.

The memory of witnessing Eloise in the same place tormented her endlessly.

Something that was definitely not human, some kind of animal or insect with a strange form.

Eloise being violated by ‘something’, probably of the same kind that had violated her.

Yet, from the next day on, Eloise, whom she would happen to run into, seemed to live her life normally, as if nothing had happened.

That might be why Anne’s heart was filled with disappointment and betrayal towards someone she had believed in.

‘How could you…
You… You…!!’

The sight of her uttering ecstatic moans, not cries of pain or heartbroken sobs, was so treacherous.

Holding in her small hands someone she could never reach.

Living as an ideal human being, someone that everyone desired and longed for.

How could Eloise betray him, and even more, be pinned under that beastly thing, uttering happy moans?

‘Having Edward…
Being able to be with the teacher I can never reach…
For the rest of my life…’

Negative imagination and exaggeration.

The end of ugly jealousy.

She wasn’t okay.

She wanted to tell him right away.

‘You… don’t deserve to be by Teacher’s side…’

The ugly side of Eloise, that bitch.

Dining with her beloved fiancé and then, as soon as they parted, lying under a lowly beast, offering her whorish body and panting, the secret of that dirty whore.

‘…If I tell him…?’

But who could she tell?

Her friends? Did she even have anyone she could call a friend?

What friend would she have, having sold her body for a raffle prize at a social gathering?

Luchia? She was reluctant in a different sense.

She, too, would be pleased by the news of Eloise’s downfall, and would only be a rival trying to push Anne aside.

Then, what about Edward, the biggest victim of this incident?

The person betrayed and the key figure in this incident.

What would he feel if he heard this story?

She was already jealous of Eloise, and she didn’t even have any proof.

Would he even believe her if she said such a thing?

Would he feel betrayed by Eloise like she did?

Maybe… wouldn’t he be sad?

Was she allowed to make him sad?

The stream of consciousness continued, and Anne’s mind became increasingly complex.

It was the same when she stood before Edward the day before yesterday.

“Oh, Anne? You came at a good time.
Eloise and I bought this from the street up ahead.
It’s quite delicious, surprisingly.”

“Thank… you…”

She had to tell him the truth.

“Anne, I saw you working hard last time?
It’s great to see. Just keep doing that.
You’ll get a high score on the swordsmanship test soon.
Should I congratulate you in advance?”

“Yes… Thank you…”

The man she loved was simply being deceived, unaware of anything.

‘I have to… tell him…’

That Eloise betrayed him, doing something that went beyond adultery and even defied morality.

She had to tell Edward, who trusted her so implicitly, the truth that he had to accept, even if it was sad.

But she was afraid of how his expression would change when he heard it, so she couldn’t say a word.

“Eloise, you know, when I met her last time?
She seemed to like you quite a bit.
She even said we should have dinner together with your sister sometime?
Tell your sister that later.
She’s in the Magical Design Department, right? Was it Marie?”

His face naturally broke into a smile whenever he thought of Eloise, and it was she who was at a loss for words.

Blinded by jealousy, justifying her own pettiness, agonizing over whether or not to utter a word that could end a woman’s ‘life’.

“Yes… I’ll go now…
Because… of practice…!!”

“Okay. Work hard, Anne!!
Let’s go to Mars!!”

In the end, she couldn’t say anything and turned away, making the pathetic excuse of training and running away. She had to hide in the bushes next to the training ground and cry silently.

Now, she was even afraid to go to the academy restroom.

Afraid that she would be attacked by ‘it’ again, unable to see or hear anything, her body being wantonly violated.

And afraid that she, too, would end up proving that she was the same kind of bitch as Eloise, reaching climax while calling out Edward’s name.

She even endured the urge to urinate until she couldn’t bear it anymore, and then hid in the bushes in a corner.

She had developed a conscious habit of biting the hem of her skirt and urinating outdoors where no one could see her.

The feeling of doing something she shouldn’t be doing sent shivers down her spine, and the pleasure of urinating after holding it in made her body tremble, but she justified it by saying that she had more reason not to go to the restroom.

At least that immoral pleasure filled her torn heart even a little.

In the end, the truth she couldn’t tell anyone was rotting in the center of her heart, becoming filth.

Ailing emotions, and a girl struggling with trivial and painful pity.

There was no one who could save Anne.

‘Would it have been better… if I hadn’t known…?’

Would it have been better if she had done this, or what if she had done that.

She was just lost in fantasies, wasting precious training time, still squatting and hugging her knees.

But just then.

“Hooaa…
Does your hand hurt a lot?”

Anne heard a sigh from right next to her. She lifted her head slightly, her slightly tearful purple eyes glancing to the side.

‘Someone I don’t recognize…’

Even if Anne didn’t have any friends, she knew the names and faces of the members of the swordsmanship department.

Neat, chin-length dark blue hair, and the simplicity and vitality of a country girl.

But watching her, who seemed to have taken a break from training like them,

‘Sistina…’

She had heard in passing that some of Sistina’s paladins would be joining.

As most things about Sistina were shrouded in secrecy, as the bards always sang, Anne couldn’t help but be curious about it.

“Kids grow up while feeling pain.
But you have to treat it on time.”

A dialect or something, a way of speaking that caused a subtle sense of discomfort.

“Ah, I’m late with the introductions.
I was planning to formally introduce myself later.
I’m Roxanne Stronova.
As you all know, I’m from Sistina, and I’m an ordained knight serving God.
Please take care of me?”

Suddenly, she grabbed Anne’s injured hand as if asking for a handshake, startling Anne, who tried to pull her hand away.

But as soon as she pulled her hand out of Roxanne’s hand, she strangely felt nothing in her hand, which had been throbbing until just now.

“How’s your hand?
I can’t do anything as great as His Holiness…
But I can do this much!!”

Roxanne smiled brightly at her, and Anne alternated between looking at Roxanne’s face and her hand, which had been slightly swollen until just now but was now perfectly fine.

Was this what a paladin of Sistina was like?

“Ah… Anne… Anne de Monehen…
Th-Thank you, Roxanne-ssi…!!”

Had she lost her mind?

She unknowingly began to introduce herself. Her new encounter was beginning like this.

“Let’s get along well for the rest of the time.
But doesn’t it seem like it’s getting noisy?”

And of course, not only that, but another encounter as well.

“Aaa~ Accept a new recruit!!”