Furide, an Elf flawless in status, vibe, looks, and temperament. He does cross-dress, but that hardly mars the shine.

I figured an Elf as “upright” as Fuu, after hearing vulgar rumors and seeing such shameless evidence, would blow up. Then he’d join me to hunt down the mangaka smearing us.

But the moment he saw the manga, his eyes went straight. He didn’t resist those shameful pages at all. He even looked a little excited?

Tiny stars sparkled in Fuu’s eyes.

“Master~ c-can I borrow these ‘artworks’ for a few days?”

Artworks my foot! What exactly are you trying to “appreciate”!?

“D-do as you like.”

I sighed, kept one copy as evidence, and left the rest of the extra-spicy “artworks” to Furide.

I couldn’t count on Fuu for anything now. Let him slowly “study” the human body arts.

With the sticky stares of boys and girls clinging to me, I barely crawled to lunch break.

No hesitation. As soon as class ended, I rushed to Fuu’s mother—Teacher Serica’s office.

At lunch, the other teachers went off in pairs to eat. Maybe she’s too “perfect” and no one dares approach. The big office still had only Serica inside.

With everyone out, this elf widow was using magic, planning to torch the love letters stuffed in her drawer.

[BOOM]

Serica flicked a fireball, crisp and clean, burning up who knows how many men’s hearts. She was practiced and ruthless. She’d clearly done this a lot.

“Ahem… Teacher Serica.”

I knocked, just for show. From my position, I had no right to lecture her…

She saw me and let out a greasy smile.

She crossed her legs, the tip of her heel pointing at me. Today Serica wore a slightly short, tight skirt. My eyes didn’t know where to land.

“Ah~ little Arisa, skipping fresh, lively girls at lunch to visit a lonely widowed lady?”

If you’re lonely, maybe don’t burn those love letters like a pro!

“N-no, that’s not it!”

I shook my head. I almost let Serica derail my rhythm.

I gave up my sweet lunch with Lorian for something serious, to come find this Elf!

…

Using an extra-large, shamefully terrifying manga to smear me—the author “Whisper Teacher”—even though she reveals almost nothing…

Age unknown, address unknown, even appearance and gender, a mystery…

But that can’t fool my eyes!

Raised under my father’s “education,” I’ve seen a lot. This level of disguise? Like I wouldn’t see through it!?

Her plots—especially stuff like “my blind date rival is a ♂ boy”—are ripped straight from my life!

To make it that close, only someone around me could do it!

Also, though I hate praising someone who draws lewd stuff, especially my own book, the craft is undeniably high.

That level? In my mind, only Elves—born “artists”—can pull it off.

And only one person fits all that.

Teacher Serica…

I remember it clearly! This elf widow made me and her son model, striking humiliating poses for her amusement!

The one peeking at me and Furide those days might well have been her too!

There’s only one truth! The culprit is you, Teacher Serica!

So a lonely lady really does pervy things when the nights get long!?

…

I wanted to shout it. But I had no proof. If Serica refused to admit it, I couldn’t pin her.

So, after thinking it over, I decided to probe. Let this… elf mangaka who draws her own son with other boys step on her own mine.

“Teacher Serica~”

I tried to look “anxious.” “L-lately, you’ve heard the dumb rumors around the academy, right? The ones about me… about that ecchi… ahem, ‘artwork’…”

“Art… work?”

Serica tilted her head.

She looked clueless. Or she was playing dumb.

“This one. Please take a look…”

I handed her my only copy and watched her every move.

This manga used me, Furide, plus “the big villain Lorian” as material. It just dropped and sales exploded. The publisher rushed reprints several times.

If this new work was by Serica, she couldn’t stay unmoved!

“This is—!?”

In a flash, Serica looked even more excited than Furide.

She reacted, alright. But not how I expected…

“Isn’t this Whisper Teacher’s new work, the latest series selling ‘femboy x femboy’!?”

Serica forgot her image and hurriedly flipped through the ecchi volume.

“B-but I was swamped with admin and missed it. By the time I went, it was sold out. I didn’t expect you, little Arisa, to have the new issue!”

Eh? That reaction screams hardcore fan.

“Then… you’re not the author, right?”

In her excitement, Serica didn’t hear me at all. She brazenly read the ecchi book in this ‘sacred’ office.

And it’s a book starring her own son.

“U-unbelievable, the new work levels up again. As a loyal fan, I’m fully satisfied… ha… ha… ha…”

“This position, this setup… that thread of drool… huff… ha… huff…”

“I-I’ll go home and make Fuu the exact same outfit to put on… nguuh…”

Th-this mom is beyond saving!

Wait, is now the time to worry about Furide’s fate tonight!?

Serica definitely isn’t the author. But in this fevered state, if she sets her sights on me…

“Ah, a-ahaha… If you like it, you can h-have it! Bye…”

I turned, stiff all over, trying to run. Too late.

“Hold it, Arisa.”

Serica used a “dignified” voice to stop me.

I turned back. This “people’s teacher” had stashed the ecchi book in her drawer and looked “serious.”

“As a student, bringing such a precious… ahem, shameless publication during class time means punishment, you know?”

Hey! Teacher! That’s not what you said while blushing over it just now!

“If you don’t want me to report this to the dean, come over and apologize. Don’t worry, teacher will be… very… gentle.”

The elf widow’s “claws” reached for me, slow and predatory.

Teacher, abusing authority and playing double standards!!

“Wait, this manga isn’t mine… I didn’t, I don’t… aaah!”