As a teacher and an Elder Elf of the Elvenfolk, Miss Beren was obviously someone who valued "behavioral etiquette" above all.

If she discovered that the brat who’d spied on her reading erotic manga—and getting a nosebleed—was actually her student, temporarily teaching from today onward…

My wonderful, peaceful school life would probably be ruined.

Luckily, Miss Beren’s eyes must’ve been a consolation prize; under my flawless cross-dressing disguise, she didn’t link me to yesterday’s "boy."

In her eyes, I was just a cross-dressing pervert who’d imprisoned and "trained" the Elf siblings Fuu and Flan, toying with them to create nonsense like that "brother-sister bowl" scenario.

I’d thought I’d properly disposed of Whisper Teacher’s "black history" manga, yet Miss Beren seemed to have seen it.

I didn’t say this lightly—from her very first class, I’d sensed it.

This Elder Elf was targeting me!

…

Morning, literature class.

A subject usually so unpopular that students slept or "dated" during lectures, today’s class felt reborn.

After the retirement of the nagging old teacher obsessed with trivialities like "how many ways to write ‘return’," he’d been replaced by the new Elf teacher—Miss Beren.

The classroom instantly packed to bursting, even windows crowded with "history-loving" male students. These guys, ogling girls’ gym uniforms on the playground yesterday—how’d they turn "literary" today?

The answer was obvious.

"History is fabricated," Miss Beren declared from the lectern, her high heels clicking *clack-clack*. "Every race crafts history to favor itself, hiding flaws. Yes, I mean you humans."

Brushing a stray hair from her ear drew gasps from students.

No one was actually listening.

Unlike Serica—the widowed teacher with two kids, open-minded and gentle—Miss Beren, equally alluring, was single and icy toward humans.

Not every Elf was like Serica. As a native Elder Elf, her bluntness was natural.

Yet… it stirred strange thrills in the boys.

[*Being scolded by an Elf teacher in black stockings and heels… amazing!*]

I could almost hear their heartbeats.

Of course, it didn’t matter to me.

…

Fairly, Miss Beren’s lecture was impeccable. Elven grace kept her polite despite her coldness.

But the second half turned weird—and clearly aimed at me!

"...So! The Elvenfolk support love freedom. But if an excellent Elf is ‘deceived’ by a scheming human? We act. Do you know how Elders punish humans who defile Elves?"

She addressed the class, yet her emerald eyes locked onto me.

*Don’t think I don’t see you targeting me, Nosebleed Elf!*

"Arisa, please answer."

Her smile was bright, but her hands trembled on the textbook.

W-well, yeah… this morning’s incident must’ve cut deep.

…

That morning, recognizing me as the manga’s protagonist, she’d lunged to fight me. Fuu and Flan blocked her.

"Sis Beren! What’re you doing to Master? Act like an Elf!"

"If you hurt my material—ahem, Arisa-nii—Flan will never forgive you!"

Honestly, her not chasing me later with a family heirloom sword was "restraint" enough.

Determined not to disgrace humanity, I stood to answer her blatant question.

"Teacher! I think we should first carefully—"

"Let’s take an example, Arisa!"

She slammed the textbook *bang* onto the desk.

"Say a cross-dressing human pervert uses filthy tricks to make the Elvenfolk’s finest child wear dresses too."

*…Hey, just say Furide.*

"Then this bastard—just like his perverted father—targets the Elf boy’s poor, sickly sister…"

*Nonsense! Miss Beren, you don’t know—Flan turns into a she-wolf in heat when "art" is mentioned!*

"Worse, he won’t stop at siblings. He’ll go for their widowed mother… Ah~ poor Elder Serica, grieving her loss, now humiliated by a human pervert’s toys. Candles, whips—tonight might bring worse…"

*Hey!! Wake up, Miss Beren! You just named Serica!*

*Are you teaching or fantasizing?!*

*Stop! Idiot Elf! This is class!*

*History or some weird fetish course?!*

I screamed inside, but Miss Beren, lost in fantasy, couldn’t stop.

*Seriously, how’d she become a "discipline" Elder?*

Thankfully, the shrill bell snapped her back.

"Ah! W-what was I thinking? C-class dismissed!"

She snatched her textbook, face flushed, lip bitten, and hurried off the lectern.

Before leaving, she shot me a fierce glare.

"Y-you did that to Elder Serica too? Just like your monstrous father! Y-you… wait for it! Hmph!"

*Don’t confuse fantasy with reality, idiot! Serica and I are totally innocent!!*

I sighed helplessly at my seat.

But more than her delusions, her last words haunted me.

What did "exactly like my father" mean?

Could Miss Beren have a grudge against my truly perverted old man?