Dr. Ratio: Get Lost

This is too good.

No one can resist swallowing.

Dr. Ratio doesn't usually wear much, and everything worth seeing on his upper body has already been seen.

But, how to put it?

In this 'sneaking a peek at a bath' scenario, secretly using one's eyes to lick Professor Ratio, who teaches fifty-two courses at the First University of Truth, all over.

It truly has a unique flavor!

Professor Ratio was sound asleep.

He seemed to be sleeping restlessly with his head lowered, so subconsciously he changed his posture.

Resting his head against the back of the bathtub, he maintained a supine position in the water, just like entering a dream in Penacony's Dream Pool.

Sharp jawline constantly shedding crystalline water droplets.

The Adam's apple, emblematic of male strength, was nakedly exposed to the air.

Professor Ratio, after all, is a frail academic, thus he usually avoids sunlight all day long.

Only after removing all obstructions was it discovered that he is truly pale.

Whiter than Belobog's perpetually frozen ice and snow.

Anyway, the ultimate goal is 'seduction,' right?

Then Stelle might as well go all the way.

She's already seen it, and if she were to quietly retreat, pretending nothing happened, that would absolutely not be in Elation's style.

So she glanced at Dr. Ratio, who was still in his slumber.

Then, she extended a sinful hand.

Dr. Ratio didn't know how he fell asleep.

Perhaps it was because he had wasted too much time guiding those mediocre people in the university on their theses recently.

Or perhaps it was because the research and development of the Differential Universe had made him particularly attentive.

In any case, Ratio fell asleep completely unguarded.

Falling asleep like this wasn't bad either, soaking in the spacious bathtub, with a few cute little rubber ducks floating around him.

He felt like someone pinched him.

Annoying.

Who was it?

None of those idiot students of his would dare to do something so treacherous to Veritas Ratio.

Ratio took a deep breath, wanting to open his eyes.

But, he was so sleepy.

Why was he so sleepy?

He wearily raised his 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, heat was steaming.

Suddenly, a girl's face appeared before him, her fingertips swirling on the water's surface, creating layers of ripples.

Water droplets slid from her skin.

Ratio saw Stelle before him, saw her lips opening and closing.

The sound seemed to take a long time to break through the heavy mist and flood into his ears.

He heard it clearly.

What the Trailblazer said was: Professor Ratio, I've liked you for a long time, please give me a chance, I'll take responsibility for you.

Dr. Ratio's head buzzed.

Being confessed to by his own student...

What was this "teacher-student romance" plot development?

The three words floated into Dr. Ratio's mind for no reason.

People who have just woken up have very sluggish brains, even if that person is a genius from the Intelligentsia Guild.

Especially Professor Ratio, who had been forced to inhale hypnotic floral fragrance.

He cleared his throat, but couldn't hide the low rasp in his voice.

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

You, now, immediately, get out."

Unfazed by the barrage of less-than-flattering titles, the Trailblazer simply offered a serene and composed smile.

Her fingers continued to idly disturb the surface of the water.

"How cruel, Professor. You were so willing to teach me for free back then. I even considered you a sort of godfather.

And now you treat me like this? It's a little heartbreaking."

Stelle, in her Elation state, lazily narrowed her eyes, hoping to catch a flicker of annoyance on Dr. Ratio's face.

But his expression remained perfectly calm.

Clearly, he wasn't the least bit irritated.

Oh? It seems the professor is quite tolerant.

Even when caught peeking—no, even when openly witnessing the entire bathing process, he only offers a few verbal reprimands.

In that light, he seems to have a rather decent temper.

"Professor Ratio, isn't it your duty to eradicate stubborn ailments? Can you really bear to abandon a simpleton like me?"

She chuckled and abruptly stood up.

Because she was backlit, Ratio couldn't make out the girl's expression.

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

His vision clearly captured Stelle slowly raising her leg, her toes gently dipping into the water.

The slit of her dress separated at a forty-five-degree angle due to the movement, revealing a dark green garter encircling her thigh.

"You…"

If Stelle hadn't lost her Stellaron Hunter memories, she would clearly remember that she had already used this tactic of barging into someone's bathtub uninvited.

The first victim was Firefly.

Back then, Stelle was carefree and thought that since they were both women, there was no need to be shy. So, she stripped naked in front of Firefly and climbed into the tub.

But today is different.

This is a grown man, after all. She can't do that.

So, Stelle slowly slid into the water, fully clothed in her usual attire.

Ratio raised his eyelids in surprise.

What, what is he supposed to do now?

Continue soaking in here?

Inappropriate.

Immediately stand up and leave?

That doesn't seem quite right either.

A cute little yellow duck floated past.

Stelle picked it up and gently squeezed it.

"Squeak—"

The little yellow duck let out a pitiful squeal.

Yes, quite pitiful.

Leaving the little yellow duck behind, her fingers traced patterns on the water's surface, her fingertips landing on the fair skin.

"Professor, I really do like you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure to corner you in the bathtub.

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

Ratio, I just want you to know my feelings, nothing more."

Having gone this far, it's definitely not 'nothing more'!

Ratio watched the fingers wreaking havoc on his chest.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

The Trailblazer is as incorrigible as ever.

But…

Dr. Ratio seemed to suddenly remember something.

He smiled softly, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight arc.

Stelle rubbed her eyes.

Did the professor just smile!?

Was she seeing things?

Ratio actually gave off a feeling of walking right into a trap.

It had to be her imagination!

Then, the Trailblazer saw Professor Ratio reach out into the void.

It was just a blink of an eye.

Yes, Stelle was sure she had only blinked.

The next second, she suddenly saw Dr. Ratio pull a plaster head out of nowhere and put it on his head!

"Knowledge should be circulated and shared, and so should truth.

If you insist on going all the way down the path of exploring truth, then I have no reason to stop you.

By the same token, I also have the right to not see and not be bothered, and you have no reason to stop me."

The plaster head's voice was muffled, but in Stelle's opinion, Dr. Ratio's words were a complete tacit agreement to her presumptuous and bold behavior!

In the Trailblazer's ears, these words sounded exactly like: "Sure, you're responsible for touching, I'm responsible for being touched, we don't interfere with each other."

[Dr. Ratio: That's absolutely not what I meant. You are simply incorrigible.]

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

The girl snuggled over, burying her cheek in Dr. Ratio's chest, strands of dark gray hair immersed in the water, sticking wetly to the man's chest.

Perhaps he should have realized it sooner.

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

He should have uncovered the truth long ago.

From the day he asked the Trailblazer to face him for knowledge education, offered her one-on-one Q&A sessions, and promised to answer her academic questions to the best of his ability.

He should have known that his heart had already, from the first glance he caught of the Trailblazer in the Seclusion Zone, inevitably fallen into it.

Unable to extricate himself.

Yes, he should have known.

A professor who teaches fifty-two courses at the First University of Truth is definitely not idle enough to rush to be the Trailblazer's one-on-one private tutor.

Then, there is only one reason left—

It turns out that he had long been deeply in love with the Trailblazer.