Until now, I finally understood why Hill had agreed to let Furide serve as my "maid" at the academy.

After all, my chastity trial only applied to the opposite sex... so same-sex contact should be fine!?

That was probably the brilliant conclusion reached by the great "Goddess." I really wondered what was inside her head...

Though it made sense logically—and for Furide’s situation, it truly did...

"Master, should we get closer?"

Furide’s soft voice snapped me back to reality.

Since we had to "demonstrate" for Serica, I’d no choice but to let him straddle my lap.

Right now, this Elf was perched on my thighs.

Nervousness made Furide fidget his legs and grip my shoulders, leaning in as if about to kiss me.

A crimson flush spread to the tips of his ears—those long, tempting ears made me itch to pinch them...

"W-What closeness! We’re demonstrating, idiot!"

I shoved Furide away and turned sharply toward Serica. "Serica! This was roughly yesterday’s position between Furide and me! We just accidentally ended up like this—hey! What are you doing, teacher!?"

Serica had been silent the whole time. I’d assumed the "Elf mother" was just thrilled seeing her son embracing another boy.

But now, I’d completely underestimated this "yaoi-fangirling Elf’s" imagination.

Appreciation was one thing—but why pull out a sketchpad and pencils!?

"Of course I’m drawing it for reference... ahem, evidence!"

Serica’s hand flew across the paper, occasionally pointing her pencil at us. "You two, get closer. Fuu, show more shyness on your face. Perfect—that expression! You two are such a clear-cut seme and uke pair."

Like hell we are! Is this how a "National Best Teacher" with three first-place awards behaves!?

"And Furide! Stop blushing for real!"

As I scolded him, Serica finished her rough sketch.

"First draft’s done! Ahh... it’s been ages since I sketched this freely."

She flipped the sketchpad toward us with a satisfied sigh.

...

I had to admit: Elvenfolk were born with artistic talent. Calling them geniuses wasn’t an exaggeration.

Every Elf mastered at least one art—music, chess, calligraphy, painting—even Serica, a swordsmanship instructor, could casually produce... ahem, *evidence*... beautiful enough to frame and hang on a wall.

Too bad this Elf widow wasted her gift on the wrong path.

Though just rough lines, the sketch was already vivid.

Two "girls" with obvious seme-uke dynamics embraced. The black-haired one gripped the Elf’s waist with practiced ease, while the Elf girl melted against her, eyes glazed and a thin strand of drool tracing from her lips—screaming her longing.

They looked less like they were about to kiss and more like they’d just finished. That saliva thread between them? Impossible to ignore.

Serica-sensei...

"Are you drawing evidence or doujinshi!?"

This was nothing like reality!

I shoved Furide aside and lunged for the dangerously explicit sketch.

But Serica, a warrior by training, easily dodged my grab.

"Hehe... it’s just a doodle, Xiao Ya. Don’t snatch it."

A sweet fragrance drifted past as she chuckled. "If you really want one, I’ll ask my obedient daughter to draw you a proper portrait sometime. That child adores sketching... peculiar things."

Your daughter!?

No!

"It’s not because I like it that I’m grabbing it!"

Are you planning a debut as a beautiful young widow artist specializing in weird doujinshi!?

Hand over that "evidence" now!!

...

The dismissal bell rang just as I trudged out of the staff room, utterly drained.

In the end, I never reclaimed that "evidence" from Serica. I’d considered snatching it by force—but one glance at her fiery figure killed my courage.

Manhandling a mother in front of her son? Furide would kill me...

Moping, I arrived at yesterday’s spot—the one where we’d been discovered. Of course, the peeping girl wouldn’t be here now...

As I sighed, Furide trailed behind me, fidgeting like he wanted to say something.

"Master! Back at Mother’s, I had an idea—we might find the human peeping on us!"

Hey! Weren’t you supposed to forget what happened in the staff room!?

"Ahem... so what’s the idea?"

Too exhausted to notice Furide’s excited face, I barely paid attention.

"Just do it again!"

Before I could react, Furide pressed close.

Right! Do it again...

"What did you say?"

"Just repeat yesterday’s scene, Master!"

The Elf sat with knees bent outward, eyes sparkling like stars. "That human might peek again—and we’ll catch her!"

Don’t make it sound like a daily login bonus! Who’d be bored enough to watch two boys every day...

Hmm... actually, someone might.

With two "experiences" under his belt, Furide mounted my lap far more smoothly this time. Though I couldn’t fathom what went on in his head, I had to admit his plan was solid.

If someone peeped once, they’d crave a second, third time...

No pain, no gain. For my peaceful academy life—I’d risk it!

Gritting my teeth, I wrapped my arms around Furide’s waist. I’d handled plenty of girls—kissing, cuddling, embracing—this was familiar territory!

Honestly, Furide was stunning: long lashes, emerald eyes, cherry-pink lips slightly damp...

Though I wore women’s clothes, my usual behavior was "manly." Right now, Furide radiated more "charm" than I did.

Then I noticed something.

"Furide... you grew your hair out?"

"Mm! W-Wigs can’t compare to real hair, right?"

He twirled a strand around his finger.

At this point, I couldn’t be bothered to correct him.

"Also, Master... remember what I told you before? If possible... please call me Fuu... j-just..."

"Shh. Quiet."

I clamped a hand over his mouth.

His eyes fluttered shut like he might faint—but I had no time for that.

Learning from yesterday, I’d been scanning for suspicious gazes. And just as Furide predicted, a pair of eyes watched us from the distance again.

Same time. Same place. Same angle...

Got you this time, peeping girl!

"You there! Come out now!"

I gently pushed Furide aside and sprang up.

Expecting her to flee like yesterday, I charged after her—

Too late. I realized my mistake the moment I saw her.

That familiar face. That familiar figure...

That familiar scent. That familiar smile...

"Lorian!?"

I nearly spewed out my heart, lungs, and liver.

Good grief! She was the peeper!?

"Xiao Ya-gege..."

*Grab.*

Lorian seized my collar with a sharp *snap*.

Her grip was weak—but I wouldn’t dare break free even with a hundred lives.

Cowering, I stammered an explanation.

"Lorian, listen—I was just acting with him earlier, it’s not—"

"Do you think I’d believe that, Xiao Ya-gege?"

Ha... ha...

Ha...

Ugh...

Of course you wouldn’t, Lorian.