A Touch of Allure Beneath the Podium

He reeked of blood, splattered from the attack on the airship crew, and his claws were still covered in bloody pieces of flesh.

"Hi, welcome back. Where's that sow from Ardigia?"

The woman asked without turning her head.

The orc silently shook his head.

"They're not here. The bridge and bedrooms are all empty."

"So we made a wasted trip? This is really frustrating~ Will we even get paid? Oh well, whatever."

The woman said listlessly.

The murderous aura faded from her dejected face, and at the same time, the crimson spear vanished from her hand.

His attitude was so arrogant that he seemed to completely disregard the knight who was pointing a sword at him.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Facing the knight's attack amidst roars, the vampire woman casually dodged, then looked back at him with a mocking expression, as if annoyed.

"I admit that that damned system is very lethal to demons."

Then she took out a mobile phone-like device and skillfully operated it.

The word "arrival" appeared on the device's screen.

"But it's a real pity, you're not dealing with demons."

Something pierced the dark night sky and fell from between the clouds.

It was a petite figure radiating a fierce aura, with several wings on its back that were twisted and bulging with bright red veins.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

The knight swung his sword at the figure in the air, and the spiritual energy that mimicked the holy sword transformed into a flash of light that rushed towards the approaching figure. It was a demon-repelling spiritual light that could repel all kinds of demons.

However, the light blade shattered and vanished like glass the instant it touched the figure in mid-air.

It's like an egg hitting a stone a hundred times harder; they're not even in the same league.

"No... impossible."

The knight wavered, while the woman in red smiled at him with pity.

The winged monster descended upon the heavily damaged armored ship, its scattered spiritual energy waves transforming into a storm that violently shook the hull.

The knight swung his sword again, but no matter how many times he repeated it, the result was the same.

The aura emanating from the simulated holy sword could not reach the figure in the air, as if powerless artificial lighting were obscured by the brilliance of the sun.

The power that rendered the demon-dispelling aura ineffective and destroyed suggests that the distorted figure appearing before one's eyes is not evil, and is very likely far more sacred and noble than the artificially created holy sword forged by the Spirit Furnace.

Its thin limbs were covered with bizarre patterns, and it had nauseatingly ugly wings. It wore a strange mask on its head.

However, it emits a sacred and pure energy.

"Could it be... she's an angel...?"

The knight stared in disbelief at what he was witnessing.

Accompanied by a clear song, the winged monster emitted a dazzling flash of light—a purifying light that burned everything away.

The knight had no time to notice any of this; his consciousness was already engulfed by the scorching light.

Before that, the woman in red and the orc had already fled.

The once-beautiful armored airship exploded and shattered, its wreckage falling into the dark, gloomy sea.

At the same time, a luxurious escape boat emerged from the explosion.

An egg-shaped body encased in a plastic shell, with an automatically expanding rubber buoy.

Judging from its shape alone, it is not much different from the image of an escape boat that people imagine.

However, since the outer layer is inlaid with pure gold, it is rust-free, corrosion-resistant, has excellent electrical conductivity, and is resistant to lightning strikes, which seems to be the reason for choosing this material.

"Damn it, that sow from Ardigia was indeed on the ship; she managed to escape again."

The vampire looked somewhat disappointed as he watched the lifeboat disappear into the horizon...

Chapter 380 A Touch of Charm from Beneath the Podium (5.1K)

The annual ball game competition has begun.

The campus was bustling with activity, with almost everyone gathered in the gymnasium waiting for the start of the first badminton doubles match.

Only Yotsuba Mahiro remained in the empty classroom, preparing to take a short nap.

He doesn't like crowded places, so this has become an annual tradition, and in previous years he would even stay home and sleep all day.

However, since he heard that the first badminton doubles match was Asagi and Yuuma Sengakuji, he still came anyway.

I plan to go and take a look when the competition starts, just to check it out and make my presence known.

But just as he lay down, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Asagi, dressed in a fitted sailor uniform, barged in, carrying an adorable pink nylon bag.

"Phew... you really were here."

Upon seeing him, Asagi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said:

"It's so lively outside, yet you're here sleeping. Don't you plan to watch my match with Yuuma Sengakuji?"

As she spoke, she walked into the classroom, locked the door, and covered the windows on the classroom door.

Mahiro naturally heard the noise, but was too lazy to consider what she was going to do, so he looked up at her, then lay back down and said:

"I don't like crowds, and as for the competition... if it weren't for coming to watch you two compete, I'd be sleeping at home right now. Besides, isn't the competition at nine o'clock? It's already eight-thirty, what are you doing in the classroom?"

Aren't you afraid of being late for the competition?

"How long-winded! Of course I'm here to change into my competition clothes."

Asagi spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and naturally went to the seat next to Yotsuba Mahiro, put down her bag, unzipped it, and took out one piece of clothing after another.

I caught a whiff of a light Asagi, somewhat like a perfume.

Mahiro looked up at her, completely bewildered.

"No, if you want to change clothes, aren't there special changing rooms? Why are you changing in the classroom?"

"I know, but... but someone's keeping the key to the women's changing room, so the door won't open and I have to come to the classroom to change."

For some reason, Asagi felt inexplicably guilty when she said those words, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she avoided eye contact with him.

"So, I'll have to trouble Mahiro go out for a bit in a minute and keep watch at the door for me. And you're not allowed to peek, okay?"

Perhaps because he was too tired, Mahiro felt that his brain was not able to process things like judging truth from falsehood, or rather, he was too lazy to discern what Asagi was saying.

So without saying a word, she stood up directly under Asagi Aiba's gaze.

He walked to the podium.

He pulled out the chair in front of the lectern, then sat down and slumped over it, saying in a muffled voice:

"Going out is out of the question. I'll just lie here and take a nap. You can move if you want; this spot is convenient, and you can keep an eye on me anytime."

Asagi was also confused by his actions.

Holding the pure white sleeveless polo shirt in her hand, she stood there stunned, unsure whether to change it or not.

Her intention was to be the first person Mahiro after she changed into her competition outfit, but she didn't expect Yotsuba Mahiro to be such a straight man. Couldn't he be a little more gentlemanly?

Most importantly, she couldn't say anything.

So, blushing, she turned to Mahiro and said in a sweet voice, clenching her little fist:

"Well, it's a deal then, but you're not allowed to peek! Otherwise, I'll yell that there's a pervert. If someone catches you Mahiro -handed, you'll never be able to clear your name, even if you jump into the Yellow River."

"Yes, yes, please go ahead."

Mahiro was yawning and had already closed his eyes.

Honestly, if he really wanted to peep, why go through all that trouble? Even if he hid at the ends of the earth, in a completely sealed room, he could still see everything clearly.

Besides, he genuinely had no interest.

His actions undoubtedly angered Asagi.

Sometimes girls are just strange like that; the more readily you agree, the less she wants you to do it, it's like her left and right brains are fighting each other.

For example, Asagi at this moment has begun to doubt her own charm.

Although her looks and figure weren't exactly stunning, she was still a beautiful flower at the Saikai Academy, with countless suitors.

Why do I feel like I have absolutely no charm in Yotsuba Mahiro's eyes?!

As a result, Asagi's temper flared up, and she grabbed her bag and went straight to the center of the classroom, a spot that was perfectly visible from the lecture hall.

Then she took out a pure white sleeveless polo shirt and a shockingly short pure white athletic skirt.

This kind of outfit would definitely be inappropriate for everyday wear, but it's for a badminton match...

The level of exposure is comparable to that of tennis attire.

Then came a rustling sound.

To be honest, no matter how experienced I am, I still feel a ticklish sensation and my heart inexplicably flutters when I hear that sound.

Mahiro could almost smell the faint, sweet scent unique to young girls in the air.

However, he still didn't look up.

I've seen it so many times, I'm immune to it now.

The fact that it's unseen actually adds to the space for imagination.

However, at that moment, Asagi suddenly rushed to the podium, squatting down at Yotsuba Mahiro's feet with her clothes and bag in her hands.

Her pretty face was flushed with panic, and her whole face was red to the roots of her ears.

She was wearing only a pale yellow bra and pure white panties.

From her chest down, you can clearly see her flat, smooth abdomen and a cute belly button.

And those unusually plump, long, jade-like legs were particularly eye-catching.

"No, Asagi?! What are you going to do?!"

Mahiro's heart began to race, and her blood began to flow faster, converging towards a certain point.

It was only because at that moment his thigh suddenly pressed tightly against Asagi's body.

Even through the pants, I could clearly feel the warmth and the fragrance lingering at the tip of my nose.

Shh, be quiet, someone's coming!

After saying this Asagi, Asagi hid under the teacher's desk, pressing her body tightly against Mahiro's.

The breath he exhaled sprayed directly onto Mahiro's body through his clothes.

Her smooth, delicate skin rubbed tightly against his leg.

Mahiro instantly jolted awake, his sleepiness vanishing almost entirely.

He felt a sweet fragrance waft towards him, as if urging him to release something.

This idyllic scene made it seem as if the secretary was doing the work for the boss.

Mahiro couldn't help himself and quietly shifted his legs.

"You, you mustn't move!"

All that could be heard was Asagi moan from Asagi, her tone a mix of panic and reproach.

"I didn't do it on purpose, you insisted on squeezing in!" Mahiro whispered in defense.

"This... it's so crowded, what can I do!" Asagi said, her face Asagi, her breath coming out softly again.

"Tsk..."

Mahiro couldn't help but click his tongue loudly.

At such a distance, he could even clearly feel Asagi's heartbeat.