Dr. Ratio: Get Lost

It was too good to look at.

No one could resist swallowing.

Dr. Ratio usually did not wear much to begin with, and everything worth seeing on his upper body had already been seen.

But how should she put it?

In the context of this "peeping on someone bathing" story, secretly letting her eyes feast on Professor Ratio, who taught fifty-two courses at the First University of Truth, had a rather unique flavor.

It was truly something else!

Professor Ratio was sleeping soundly.

He seemed uncomfortable with his head lowered as he slept, so he unconsciously changed positions.

Resting his head against the back of the bathtub, he lay on his back in the water, just like when he entered dreams in Penacony's Dream Pool.

Crystal-clear droplets kept rolling down his sharp jawline.

The Adam's apple that showcased a man's strength was completely exposed to the air.

Professor Ratio was, after all, a frail academic, so he spent all day without seeing sunlight.

Only after removing all coverings did she realize just how fair he was.

Whiter than Belobog's perennial ice and snow.

The ultimate goal was "conquering" him anyway, right?

So Stelle decided to go all the way.

She had already looked. If she quietly left now and pretended nothing had happened, that absolutely would not suit Elation Stelle's style.

So she glanced at Dr. Ratio, who was still asleep.

Then she reached out her sinful hand.

Dr. Ratio did not know how he had fallen asleep either.

Perhaps he had wasted quite a bit of time lately guiding those mediocre people at the university through their papers.

Or perhaps the development of the Differential Universe had kept him especially alert.

In any case, Dr. Ratio had fallen asleep without any defenses at all.

It was rather nice to sleep like this, soaking in a spacious bathtub with several adorable little yellow ducks floating beside him.

It felt like someone had pinched him.

Annoying.

Who was it?

None of those idiotic students usually dared do something so disrespectful to him, Veritas Ratio.

Dr. Ratio took a deep breath and wanted to open his eyes.

But he was so sleepy.

Why was he this sleepy?

Wearily, he raised a hand and rubbed his brow, giving himself two minutes to wake up.

Two minutes later, he opened his eyes.

His vision slowly focused on what was before him.

Under the warm, bright incandescent light, steam lingered in the air.

A girl's face suddenly appeared before him, her fingertips circling across the water and sending ripples outward.

Droplets slid down her skin.

Dr. Ratio saw Stelle before him, watching her lips open and close.

Her voice seemed to take a long time to break through the layers of mist and reach his ears.

He heard her clearly.

The Trailblazer said, "Professor Ratio, I've liked you for a long time. Give me a chance. I'll take responsibility for you."

Dr. Ratio's head buzzed.

Being confessed to by his own student...

What kind of "student-teacher romance" development was this?

Those three words surfaced in Dr. Ratio's mind for no reason.

People's brains were sluggish just after waking up, and even a genius from the Intelligentsia Guild was no exception.

Much less Professor Ratio, who had been forced to inhale the scent of hypnotic flowers.

He cleared his throat, but he could not conceal the hoarseness in his voice.

"I have a cleanliness obsession. I can't stand idiots, fools, or morons. Seeing them makes me want to die.

"You. Now. Immediately. Get the hell out."

The Trailblazer, who had been hit in the face with three less-than-pleasant labels in a row, remained unmoved. She merely revealed a composed, calm smile.

Her fingers continued stirring the water in the tub without any rhythm.

"How cruel, Professor. Back then, you were clearly willing to teach me for free. I even regarded you as a foster father.

"And now you're treating me like this? That's a little heartbreaking."

Elation Stelle lazily narrowed her eyes, trying to spot even the slightest hint of irritation on Dr. Ratio's face.

But his expression remained exceptionally calm.

There was clearly not the slightest bit of anger.

Oh? It seemed the professor was quite accepting.

Even after being peeped on—no, even after having his entire bath watched out in the open—he only cursed a little.

Looking at it this way, his temper was actually fairly good.

"Professor Ratio, isn't eradicating stubborn ailments your duty? Can you really bear to abandon an idiot like me?"

She snickered and suddenly stood up.

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Because she was backlit, Dr. Ratio could not see the girl's expression clearly.

But the next second, he saw the Trailblazer slowly move.

Within his field of vision, he clearly caught Stelle slowly lifting her leg, her toes gently slipping beneath the water's surface.

Her slit skirt spread apart at a forty-five-degree angle with the movement, revealing the dark green Leg Ring cinched around her thigh.

"You..."

If Stelle had not lost her memories of the Stellaron Hunters, she would clearly remember that she had used this trick of barging in uninvited and squeezing into someone else's bathtub before.

The first victim had been Firefly.

Back then, Stelle had been carefree and thought there was no need to hide anything since they were both women, so after stripping bare in front of Firefly, she had climbed into the bathtub too.

But times were different now.

The person before her was a grown man. She could not do that.

So Stelle slowly slid into the water while still wearing her regular clothes.

Dr. Ratio lifted his eyelids slightly in surprise.

What was he supposed to do now?

Keep soaking in there?

That was inappropriate.

Get up and leave immediately?

That did not seem appropriate either.

An adorable little yellow duck floated past him.

Stelle casually caught it and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Quack—"

The little yellow duck let out a pitiful cry.

Yes, it was rather miserable.

Ignoring the little yellow duck, her fingers wandered over the water's surface, and her fingertips landed on fair, tender skin.

"Professor, I really do like you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have resorted to forcing you into the bathtub.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to ruin your reputation. A 'student-teacher romance' is not very realistic.

"Dr. Ratio, I only want you to know how I feel. That's all."

After going this far, it absolutely was not just "that's all," was it?

Dr. Ratio watched the fingers continuously causing trouble on his chest.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

The Trailblazer truly was as mischievous as ever.

But...

Dr. Ratio seemed to suddenly remember something.

He smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curving into a shallow arc.

Stelle rubbed her eyes.

Did the professor just smile!?

Had she seen it wrong?

Dr. Ratio actually gave her the feeling that he had walked right into her trap.

That had to be an illusion, right!

Then the Trailblazer saw the professor extend an arm toward empty air.

It was only the span of a blink.

Yes, Stelle was certain she had only blinked once.

The next second, she suddenly saw Dr. Ratio pull a plaster head from who knew where and put it over his own head!

"Knowledge ought to circulate and be shared. The same is true of truth.

"If you insist on walking to the end of the path of pursuing truth, then I have no reason to stop you.

"Likewise, I have the right to keep my eyes from seeing and my mind from being troubled. You have no reason to stop me either."

The plaster head's voice was muffled, but to Stelle, Dr. Ratio's words were practically permission for her bold and reckless behavior!

To the Trailblazer's ears, did that not sound exactly like: "Sure. You handle the touching, and I'll handle being touched. We won't interfere with each other."

Dr. Ratio: That is absolutely not what I meant. You are utterly incorrigible.

"Wow, Professor Ratio, you're so nice!"

The girl scooted closer and buried her face in Dr. Ratio's chest. Dark gray strands of hair soaked into the water, wetly clinging to the man's chest.

Perhaps he should have noticed it long ago.

Inside the plaster head, Dr. Ratio slowly closed his eyes.

He should have discovered the truth long ago.

From the day he asked the Trailblazer to receive knowledge from him face-to-face,

provided her with one-on-one question-and-answer lessons,

and promised to answer the academic questions she asked to the best of his ability.

He should have known that his heart had already fallen for her at first sight, when he met the Trailblazer in the Seclusion Zone.

There had been no avoiding it.

And no escaping ever since.

Yes, he should have understood long ago.

A professor who taught fifty-two courses at the First University of Truth was certainly not so idle that he would eagerly become the Trailblazer's one-on-one private tutor.

That left only one reason—

It turned out that he had long been deeply devoted to the Trailblazer.

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