[Name: Yujin Calliope]
[Occupation: Unique Ability Holder]
[Title: None]
[Stats]
Strength 10 ▶ 11 Agility 10 Stamina 10
Intelligence 10 Magic Power 10 Luck 20
"…It really doesn't increase easily."
Still, a month of hard training wasn't completely meaningless as my strength increased by 1.
It would be nice if my stamina could increase as well, but this crappy game didn't make it easy.
Meanwhile, Loreos seemed to have slowly realized that I was not hiding my talents but genuinely lacked them, though he seemed a bit disappointed.
What could I do?
I really didn't have the talent.
Another change in the status window was my skill.
[Wind Blade]
I visualized the image in my mind, infused it with magic power, and manifested it through speech.
Swoosh!
A thin blade, similar to those I used to create with telekinesis, shot through the empty hallway.
Being a lower-tier magic, it dispersed midway down the hallway, but it still had enough power to cut through a head at close range.
[Skills]
[Telekinesis (Rank E)]
[Wind Blade (Lower-tier wind elemental magic)] - [Created by 'Lucia' as a trainer, Power 60%]
This time, I created a blade with telekinesis and let the two collide.
Slash!
The telekinetic blade smoothly cut the wind blade in half.
A smile naturally formed on my face.
I couldn't break through intermediate magic yet, but I could easily tear through lower-tier magic.
'…What's the point of this?'
Suddenly, I felt a sense of emptiness.
In Class 5, those who used intermediate magic were rare, but in Class 1, it was hard to find someone who couldn't.
Initially, I was greedy and chose the intermediate elemental magic [Tearing Wind Blade], but after using it only three times, I ran out of mana and had to give up.
By the way, it took a week to choose a new skill.
If I could change it continuously without a cooldown, that would be useful too, but they managed to block such tricks well.
I closed the status window and stood in front of the door.
I arrived at the classroom a bit earlier than usual.
I quietly opened the door and saw Vivian, who was deeply focused on writing a letter.
A slightly different look from her usual eager anticipation of my arrival.
But I wasn't disappointed.
It was intentional.
Carrot and stick.
Over the past month, I had Lucia deliberately isolate Vivian.
There hasn't been direct violence yet, but she experienced things like finding trash in her bag or getting bumped in the shoulder.
Each time, Vivian became more reliant on me, her only friend.
However, when I felt Vivian was getting too attached, I kept my distance and comforted her through letters, building trust.
And just as Vivian became obsessed with the letters, I suddenly stopped replying, making her anxious.
Today, after ignoring her for a few days, I sent a letter just as she was about to come to school.
It put her in a dilemma between reading the letter and meeting me.
She must have pondered it.
Whether to read the letter at home, or come to school early to meet me.
Unable to give up either, Vivian brought the letter to the classroom.
'It's one thing to read it secretly, but isn't it too unprotected to write a reply?'
What were you planning to do if someone else saw the contents of the letter?
Seriously.
I really didn't want to do this.
But since I couldn't let the plan fall apart, I had no choice but to scare her a little.
I walked quietly and stealthily, standing behind Vivian.
Then, as she was deeply engrossed, I leaned in and suddenly spoke to her.
"What are you doing?"
"…Ah!"
Vivian hurriedly hid the letter, making a loud noise.
Seeing her like this, I smirked and said:
"Oh, were you writing a love letter?"
"No!"
Vivian yelled it out loud, probably the loudest she had ever been.
"I'm… sorry…"
Vivian, surprised by her own shouting, covered her mouth with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry for yelling. I was just… startled. Please don't be mad."
"…."
How long did I have to be with you to get angry over such a trivial matter?
In fact, far from being angry, I was actually enjoying this situation.
"I'm really sorry…"
However, despite my thoughts, I kept my expression neutral, and Vivian looked miserable, not knowing what to do.
"Please… don't hate me…"
I wanted to tease her more, but it looked like she might really start crying, so I said gently with a smile.
"Because it's you, Vivian, I'll forgive you."
"Th-thank you…"
"…But I hope next time you can try to keep from yelling…"
"Yes, yes! I'll be careful. I'm really sorry…"
Vivian's face brightened up, thinking she had been forgiven.
Though there's really nothing she needed to be forgiven for.
"So, who were you sending the letter to?"
"Ah…"
Vivian looked like she'd face ruin if she gambled.
She thought the question about the letter would just pass, but when asked, the shock is clearly visible on her face.
"Can I see it?"
As if it's only natural, I extended my hand to ask for the letter.
Vivian's eyes trembled violently.
She must dread both the thought of me reading the letter and of me disliking her.
But it seemed she was more afraid of my disapproval.
After weighing her options, Vivian placed the letter on my hand with a pale face.
"Here.."
The letter, folded in half.
As I slowly opened it, I saw Vivian trembling and biting her lip.
"It's a joke."
"…What?"
I didn't look at the letter and just handed it back to Vivian.
"I wouldn't casually read your letter."
"…Thank you."
I placed my hand on Vivian's shoulder, which she lowered.
"Still, be careful. Others might see it."
Vivian flinched the moment my hand touched her.
"Yes… I'll be careful."
But instead of pushing me away, she subtly leaned into me. I lightly massaged her shoulder and said:
"Speaking of which, Vivian, your shoulders are tense."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, are you a bit stressed? You tend to be a bit old-fashioned. Why don't you try a small deviation? It will surely help with the stress."
"…Alright. Thanks for always being considerate and helping."
Vivian spoke with a tearful voice.
I simply responded with a faint smile.
I should be the one to thank you.
I would be the one who was more grateful in the future.
Writing letters became enjoyable.
At first, I was scared of who the person might be and planned to reply only once, but the more I received letters, the more I felt this person wasn't like what I imagined.
This person genuinely comforted and cared for me.
"The scenes of self-comfort in the early stages are well depicted, but as the book progresses, the descriptions seem awkward. Oh, that doesn't mean the book was bad."
However, the latest letter I received was a bit heart-wrenching.
I had no plans to publish another book, but hearing that my book was awkward made me want to show improvement to this person.
'But there's nothing I can do…'
It's natural for the description to be awkward.
The only thing I had tried from the book was masturbating in my room; I had never done it outside.
"If it seems like unnecessary interference, feel free to ignore it, but it seems like the model for this book needs an 'adventure.' Imagining something is very different from experiencing it."
'An adventure might be necessary for stress relief.'
The word "adventure" was written in the letter.
Why did Yujin's face come to mind the moment I saw it?
'An adventure…'
I had often thought about trying it.
But I had never actually done it before.
I had been taught that I shouldn't.
'…I can't.'
I knew myself better than anyone.
Once I strayed off the path, it would be uncontrollable.
Lying in bed, I didn't even need to look down to see my unnecessarily large breasts, unlike my sister.
Large and lewd breasts.
My sister often called me a cow.
I slid my hand under my clothes and tried to grab my breast, but I couldn't fully grasp it.
"Uhm…"
Why was it so sensitive?
Just a slight touch made my nipples swell and soon stood erect.
'Just… a little…'
The pleasure I had been suppressing.
"Haah..haah…"
It had been nearly a year since I last masturbated, and my already sensitive body was getting even hotter.
"Yujin…"
For the first time, I masturbated thinking of a specific person.
Recalling the touch of the hand that was on my shoulder, I touched my breast.
"Haah..more..do it.."
What would Yujin think if he saw me like this?
─You look like a slut.
Thinking of Yujin catching me and scolding me with cold eyes sent shivers down my spine.
But I couldn't stop my hand.
"Huh…hmm…hah..haah..Yujin…"
Moans escaped from the pillow my face was buried in.
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