I'm Actually a Villainous Magical Girl, Teacher

I'm Actually a Villainous Magical Girl, Teacher

Author: Apple Who Fell to Her Death

Synopsis:

Haihara's teaching record at the high school wasn't very impressive.

As a young high school teacher, she was in charge of a class with an exceptionally high rate of absenteeism and tardiness. Her students seemed obedient and well-behaved on the surface, but behind the scenes, they were saving the world as magical girls.

To lower the absenteeism rate in her class and drag all those delinquent magical girls back to school, Teacher Haihara decided to make her debut as a villainous magical girl.

However, something seemed to go wrong along the way—

The alluring high school principal began making eyes at her.

The Queen of the magical girls saw her as an untouchable moonlight.

A villainous female executive of the Villain Organization also secretly wanted to make her hers.

"Teacher Haihara, you wouldn't want your students finding out you're a villain, would you?"

In the end, even her students began to develop a filial streak.

A succubus teacher's tale—an ongoing epic!

Volume One: The Ordinary Female Teacher

Chapter One: The Ordinary Female Teacher

Haihara's teaching record at the high school wasn't very impressive.

As a Japanese language instructor at Kaedehara High School, her academic credentials were nothing special, and her teaching experience was unremarkable. Although she was considered young for a high school teacher, she always gave people the impression of being forgettable.

Her personality was dull, too. On top of that, she taught a subject like Japanese, so she wasn't popular with the students.

Gloomy and dull, she wore thick round glasses and always looked lazy and indifferent. She showed no enthusiasm in class and barely cared about her students.

By every measure, she was an utterly ordinary teacher.

Word had it that she was nearly thirty and had never been in a relationship.

"All right, that's it for today's lesson. You can study on your own now, so go ahead and work on your assignments."

At the front of the classroom stood a somewhat gloomy-looking woman with glasses. Even in her professional work clothes, her excessively thin, slender figure was unmistakable. Her whole being radiated a gloomy, lethargic air.

Though she was a teacher, she gave off the impression of a jaded adult whose life had gone nowhere.

She tossed the chalk back onto the desk and spoke in a voice that lacked any real energy.

This year, Haihara had become the homeroom teacher of Class Four, first-year students.

That had only made her reputation even worse.

Because the absenteeism rate in Class Four was unbelievably high.

But Haihara didn't think it was a problem with her teaching or her management skills.

—It was because of a bunch of utterly hopeless Problem Children.

Haihara had barely been sitting down to rest when a hoarse girl's voice interrupted her thoughts—

"Teacher, my stomach hurts."

At the sound of the girl's voice, Haihara's gaze turned cold.

The speaker was a pale, cool-looking girl with a slender frame and short black hair. She wore the standard black-and-white sailor uniform of a Japanese high school girl.

"Could I go to the restroom?" she asked, a little embarrassed.

The girl spoke politely and calmly, looking every bit like a model student.

"Is it you again?"

Teacher Haihara didn't agree right away. Instead, she asked in her usual cool tone—

"Miss Kirishima, do you have stomach problems? How many times have you said your stomach hurts now?"

Teacher Haihara asked in that same utterly unenthusiastic voice.

Kirishima's face flushed slightly, but her eyes held an unmistakable urgency.

"Yes... Teacher."

That's right. There were a bunch of Problem Children in Haihara's class.

And they were all girls.

They all looked well-behaved enough. They didn't wear makeup or dye their hair, did their homework, and got decent grades. Yet they kept skipping class for no apparent reason.

It was as if they had planned it together. Every few days, one of them would suddenly complain of a stomachache and ask to leave, then vanish for most of the lesson.

If Haihara asked what they had gone off to do, they would cover for one another.

Kirishima Ai was the worst of the girls.

Though she was known as a silent, unattainable beauty and an all-around prodigy in both academics and sports, to Teacher Haihara, Kirishima Ai was nothing but a Problem Child.

"Go ahead."

Haihara seemed to have given up.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Kirishima Ai bowed, then hurried out of the classroom. The other students showed no reaction at all; they seemed to be used to it by now.

Haihara probably wouldn't see that girl again until the lesson ended.

She sat down and returned to her slacking.

The students continued working on their assignments while Haihara had nothing to do.

But as soon as she opened her phone, a breaking-news alert suddenly popped up—

"Urgent notice: A Monster has appeared in the Star Song Street area of Maple Plain City. Residents are advised to stay safe!"

That's right. Monsters existed in this world.

They were born from the ugly emotions of humanity and fed on human fear and despair.

They were destroyers of urban peace and enemies of mankind.

They were usually impervious to bullets and blades, and possessed all sorts of bizarre, terrifying abilities. Even the police were powerless against them.

Fortunately, Monsters had a natural enemy.

—Magical girls.

"Damn magical girls!"

The once-bustling Star Song Street had been reduced to ruins. Twisted, thorn-covered vines and murky black oil littered the ground.

A bizarre-looking creature lay fallen there.

Its body was covered in thorny briars, making it look like a sculpture made of thorns. It was tall, but its waist and limbs were unusually slender, giving it a distinctly inhuman appearance.

Its head was covered by a pale human-face mask, hollow and cold. After a fierce battle, however, a long crack had appeared in it, stretching from the eye down to the chin.

"Thorn Monster, this is where it ends. I, Magical Girl Silver Feather, will put a stop to your evil deeds."

A dazzling figure slowly approached the Monster.

She was a girl who seemed like an angel descended to earth, and like the most dazzling star.

She wore a gorgeous dress, primarily silver-white and decorated with all sorts of brilliant colors. Layers of delicate gauze reached just to her thighs, complementing her short skirt and highlighting her youthful charm.

Her hair was even more fantastical, a vivid silvery teal.

This girl was the guardian of this city, Magical Girl Silver Feather.

In just over ten minutes, the magical girl had defeated the Thorn Monster that had been wreaking havoc in the city.

"Don't get too full of yourself, magical girl!"

The Thorn Monster's pale human-face mask didn't move at all as it spoke, making it seem especially eerie.

"Then have one of the Black Death Cult's executives come after me next time."

Magical Girl Silver Feather raised her hand. The magic wand she held burst into dazzling light.

Her transformation time was almost up, so the magical girl decided to finish the fight quickly and unleashed her special move.

It was her final attack.

"—Hmph. I won't let you beat me so easily next time!"

The Thorn Monster made its threat.

In the next instant, its entire body was swallowed by the blinding light and rapidly disintegrated.

Gradually, the light faded. The Thorn Monster had vanished, leaving the magical girl standing alone. She lowered her head and looked at the spot where the Thorn Monster had been.

"Strange. It didn't leave behind a crystal..."

The magical girl looked puzzled.

Every Monster left behind a crystalline substance when defeated. It contained the energy they had amassed by absorbing human emotions.

Once a magical girl defeated a Monster, the negative emotions in the crystal were purified, leaving only pure positive energy.

The purified crystal became a source of new power for the magical girl, making her stronger.

In the past, every enemy Magical Girl Silver Feather defeated had left behind this sort of trophy. Why hadn't one appeared this time?

Could it be... the Thorn Monster wasn't dead yet?

"What a pain. My transformation time's up. I'd better hide first. How am I going to explain this to Teacher Haihara when I get back?"

The magical girl sighed and cast her final spell, turning herself into a ball of light and vanishing on the spot.

After she disappeared, the light scattered into countless white feathers that drifted to the ground.

When the feathers touched the ground, they melted into liquid light, repairing the ruins left by the Monster.

Before long, the damaged street had been restored, and everything was peaceful again.

In a dark, silent corner, a seed quietly began to sprout. Soon, several dull, ashen thorns burst out from it, gradually weaving a slender, eerie humanoid shape in the empty space.

"Damn magical girl..."

The creature was none other than the Thorn Monster that the magical girl had defeated not long ago.

After its failure, it began to reflect on its actions. It realized it had been too reckless, rushing off to cause destruction as soon as it had matured.

It should have spent more time growing. Once it had fully mastered its powers, it wouldn't need to fear magical girls.

Its most urgent task now was to find a few more humans and absorb their emotions.

But as it lifted its head, intending to leave, it noticed someone standing at the entrance to the alley. It had no idea when she had appeared.

The person stood with her back to the sunlight, her face obscured by shadows. But it could tell she was a human woman, and she didn't look like anything special.

Still, when the young woman saw it, she kept walking closer. That let the Thorn Monster get a better look at her.

She seemed like a somewhat gloomy woman with glasses, and was fairly tall. Apart from that, even though she was right in front of it, the Monster couldn't quite say what she looked like.

She seemed like an ordinary woman you'd see anywhere...

An ordinary human had seen it and still hadn't run away?

Well... she was asking to die.

"My student beat you that easily? How weak. Is this really the best the Black Death Cult can make?"

The woman spoke in a weary, hoarse voice.

"You know about the Black Death Cult? Who are you?"

The Thorn Monster felt a little puzzled.

"How disappointing. I was hoping you'd beat her, make her give up on her dream of being a magical girl, and send her obediently back to class."