The academy’s dawn arrived like a schoolgirl pulling on her uniform—night instantly bleached white.
Luo Yu strode boldly down the campus path, Training Dummy in tow, hunting for the Headmistress.
“Not in her office.”
“Not eating in the restroom either.”
“Where else could she be?”
Luo Yu narrowed her eyes, scanning left and right.
Demon Kind girls occasionally passed by, their curious gazes fixed on the rare, battle-scarred Training Dummy.
“Oh!” The dummy suddenly remembered something vital. It fished a mask from its chest and fitted it over Luo Yu’s face. “Emperor, cover those wounds.”
“Thoughtful robot. But this Emperor’s constitution is invincible—no need. Two days’ rest’ll fix me.” Mask secured, Luo Yu analyzed the situation on the spot.
“Where’d that old fossil vanish to?”
“Emperor, didn’t you meet him before?”
“Right!” Luo Yu snapped her fingers. “After I took those contraceptive pills, I wheeled his chair off somewhere… His fate’s unknown now.”
“Trouble.”
Luo Yu grabbed the dummy’s wooden hand and sprinted toward the campus mailroom building.
Soon, she found the unconscious Headmistress inside a massive dumpster.
Luo Yu plucked the Headmistress’s hat and plopped it onto her own head. Then she pinched the old woman’s philtrum, pressing hard.
Moments later, the near-lifeless Headmistress stirred awake.
Her cloudy eyes cleared. Consciousness returned. She opened them to see a young girl pointing accusingly.
“You old fossil—you’re impossible,” Luo Yu scolded, hands on hips. “Ninety years old, napping in trash bins for kicks? Without me watching you, you’d die clueless.”
“…Thanks,” the Headmistress rasped.
Luo Yu plopped the hat back onto the bald head. “Any injuries?”
“…Fine.” The Headmistress shook her head slowly. “Just overslept. Had a long dream.”
“A wet dream?”
“I dreamt Death came to chop my head off!” The Headmistress finally snapped, flicking Luo Yu’s forehead. “Brat, another day with you and I’ll die by your hands!”
“Ow…”
“Xiao Yu.” The Headmistress sighed deeply, brushing trash from her sleeves. Her voice turned grave. “I know your nature. No need for respect. Just promise to bury me when you accidentally kill me.”
“…I’m not that scary,” Luo Yu muttered.
“Wait!” The Headmistress’s expression shifted to panic. “You said you were pregnant earlier? Took pills? Let me examine you.”
Her slow hand reached out—Luo Yu hopped back.
“Don’t touch me, old fossil!” Luo Yu snapped. “This Emperor’s healed. Perfectly fine.”
“Emperor.” The silent Training Dummy nudged her. “Your stomach’s been hurting. Let her check.”
“Ah…” Luo Yu hesitated, then studied the old woman’s face. “Fine. But lay one finger wrong, old fossil, and you’ll regret it.”
“Hurry up. Lift your shirt. Show your navel.” The Headmistress’s impatient hand wavered in the air.
She gathered mana, tracing a sensing spell through the air currents.
“Disgusting virgin…” Luo Yu’s face flushed. She gripped her uniform hem and slowly pulled up.
Up.
Up.
Up.
Up…
Still up…
“…” The Headmistress deadpanned. “Luo Yu, you tugged for ages—barely a sliver of skin showed.”
“Showing my stomach to a dumbass fossil is my limit!” Luo Yu finally revealed her smooth, flat abdomen, cheeks burning. “Don’t you dare touch!”
“Enough. Come here.” The Headmistress sighed. Her fingertip, glowing with arcane energy, hovered above Luo Yu’s stomach. The magic seeped gently into the girl’s skin.
Heat flared in Luo Yu’s core. Her legs pressed together instinctively.
“Oh? Fascinating.” The Headmistress’s eyes sharpened. She stroked her chin, radiating excitement. “Marvelous! Truly marvelous—”
“Marvelous my ass! Are you Bulbasaur now?” Luo Yu punched her nose. “Spit it out! Stop being a riddle-talking jerk!”
“Cough… Why hit me again?” The Headmistress shook her head, gaze steady. “Xiao Yu, just tell me what happened outside. Let me analyze it.”
“You’re infuriating.” Luo Yu rubbed her temples. “One simple thing—you dance around it like a noob.”
…
After much hemming and hawing—truths and lies tangled—Luo Yu finally mumbled a heavily censored account of her “ruin” at the Champion’s hands during the expedition.
Then she spun her “victory”: though captured and violated, she’d met one of the Champion’s wives. Soon, she’d cuckold him—digging under his walls meant total triumph. She’d won so hard she was practically drowning in wins.
Luo Yu finished with a haughty sniff, hands on hips, face smug.
“Understood.”
The Headmistress sifted precise facts from the rant. Her brow furrowed. “So you found the Champion’s camp, were captured, stripped and toyed with… then felt stomach pains and thought you were pregnant?”
“Mm.” Luo Yu’s smirk vanished. Lips pressed thin. “Utter humiliation.”
“You’re not pregnant. Your purity remains. But your body’s damaged—ordinary medicine won’t work.” The Headmistress pulled a wriggling, squid-like green creature from her robes and tossed it to Luo Yu. “Eat this demon herb. Open wide. Swallow it whole.”
“…”
Luo Yu paled at the squirming green thing.
