Teacher Beren’s “day off” turned into a full week of absence.

Even when she showed up on the new workday, she was pale and shaking, like she’d just recovered from a nasty illness.

As an Elf living alone in the faculty dorms, Teacher Beren had it rough. Still, a bunch of single male teachers with ideas didn’t even dare check on her.

They didn’t even dare say hi.

After all, this new Elder Elf—Teacher Beren—was nothing like Serica, who’d worked at the academy for years.

If Serica treated everyone gently and declined with tact, Beren might as well have “Don’t come near me, human!” written on her face.

Maybe that’s how an Elf’s supposed to be. An Elf teacher in black stockings and heels—just thinking about it gets you hard as a rock.

Add her unfriendly face, that stern aura, and sharp tongue. A textbook S.

…

“Achoo!”

Lunch break. An empty classroom.

Teacher Beren sat trembling in a chair, a black blindfold over her eyes. She couldn’t see a thing. Her hands were clenched. Her smooth, shapely legs pressed tight together.

Her long Elf ears quivered slightly from nerves.

“I-Is it… is it ready? T-This is just a normal massage, right? If you… if you do anything weird under that pretense, even if it ruins my reputation, I’ll fight you both to the death— eek!”

She hadn’t finished before she jolted up like a startled small animal.

All I did was rub some herbs from my stepmoms on her neck. This Elf’s mind isn’t the only thing sensitive—her body’s honest too.

“W-What did you smear on me?!”

It’s herbs! Just herbs!

I hadn’t even answered before Teacher Beren bristled.

“Ah… I get it! You pervert’s son, you coated me with some aphrodisiac, didn’t you?! I read about it last night! You humans use that to take over girls from other races… vulgar and depraved! It ruins discipline!”

Teacher, you were reading those books again last night?! Take a break and uphold discipline!

“It’s just herbs, Teacher. A mix from Big Bro’s moms.”

Lorian at my side showed a mischievous smile.

“But anyway, Teacher Beren…”

Poke, poke.

Lorian reached out and poked her lower belly while the blindfold was on.

“Uu-eh!”

Almost at once, a sweet sound slipped from the Elf’s lips.

Come to think of it, my pervy old man plays these blindfold games with my stepmoms too. Supposedly it heightens excitement?

“Teacher Beren, we barely touched you and you reacted this much. Your body’s super M.”

“If it weren’t for… for that thing in your hands, who’d stay with you two!”

The Elf bit her lip and rubbed her legs together, tense.

“Y-You two just wait! Nn…”

…

She wouldn’t admit defeat. But in front of me, she still bowed her head, unwilling and aggrieved.

After we clobbered her with a sap a few days back, Lorian and I caught a string of her weak points and made her toe the line a bit.

For an older Elf woman like Teacher Beren, still single, having “physical” needs is normal. So finding vibrators, love eggs, and ero manga in her dorm wasn’t shocking.

We only spooked her. We weren’t going to spread her scandal. But Teacher Beren didn’t see it that way. After the earlier incident and old grudges, she seems to think Lorian and I are a sadistic tag team that threatens and “trains” Elf girls.

Yet as the Discipline Elder, she had to mind her image and obey, which left her a mess these past days.

I felt bad about it. So at lunch I wanted to use the “Edogawa Forty-Hand” my stepmoms taught me and give this high-strung Elf teacher a proper massage.

Too bad Teacher Beren still looked very unwilling. I was just being nice…

…

I sighed. I patted the herbs on my hands to spread them. Then I slowly brought both hands to Beren’s neck.

“Mmm…”

Her waist arched straight at once. Blindfolded, her voice turned a touch sultry.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“Applying the herbs! Just herbs! It’s not anything weird, so stop yelling like that, okay?”

This “massage method” needs two people. I handle the physical part—plain massage. Lorian helps after Beren relaxes, doing a kind of verbal hypnosis to make her fully let go.

For that, the slightly suspicious blindfold is necessary.

It’s not some sketchy “training,” okay? Can you relax, Teacher?! I screamed that inside.

Thankfully, her tense waist soon lost strength. She slumped in the chair like she’d melted. A smooth nape and the hint of a collarbone lay exposed, at my mercy.

Pah, pah, I’m not doing anything weird!

At my cue, Lorian started the verbal “hypnosis.”

“Teacher Beren, you’re very relaxed now. So relaxed you can say your worries out loud without restraint.”

Meanwhile, my hands pressed gently along the Elf’s neck.

Her breathing turned heavy. Her face slowly reddened. The reaction wasn’t quite what I expected, but she still poured out her troubles without thinking.

“Haa… haah… Humans, you’re so, so awful. The teachers here… are awful! Why aren’t the dorms separated by gender? Even married couples flaunt it and live together, ignoring discipline!”

Because they’re married, you silly Elf! What’s wrong with living together?!

“Every night—just when I’m falling asleep—the other side of the wall bursts with o-obscene sounds! I can’t sleep at all. Do humans only think with their lower halves?”

A married couple’s night life… that’s none of your business, right?

I sympathized, but had no solution. I could only smile.

“I swore long ago, for Elf discipline, I’d ignore my own needs. But lately my body feels worse… Every night it’s getting… hard to bear.”

“No choice. I snuck into those vulgar human shops and bought some ter… terrifying things to take the edge off. Because my fingers are a bit…”

“Uu… why did a human have to find out! Especially that man’s son! What do I do… I’ll definitely be defiled by that perverted breeding machine… uu…”

“I told you I’m not even into you!!”

I yelled without thinking, my reputation wounded.

By the time I realized, it was too late. My outburst snapped Teacher Beren right out of her trance.

“Big Bro! I told you to keep your cool!”

“S-Sorry…”

No, wait! Why am I apologizing to Lorian now?!

I looked down at the Elf.

She must’ve realized what weird stuff she’d just said. She was shaking like a sieve, curled up like a boiled lobster.

“You heard… all of that, didn’t you? You definitely did, didn’t you?!”

Her voice wobbled toward tears.

“I-I’ll kill you! Kill you! Aaah! Die, you son of Zerola!!!”

The next moment, still blindfolded, she thrashed in the chair.

I reached to pin her shoulders, but the angle was bad. I accidentally grabbed her pointed ears.

“Uu—ii~~~!”

A lovely gasp. Then the Elf went still, only shivering now and then.

She’d been ready to turn and fight me moments ago.

Soon, a faintly salty-damp scent spread through the room.

“Hey, Big Bro, don’t you smell something… weird?”

Lorian sniffed.

In her innocence, she hadn’t found the source. I had.

The black stockings on Teacher Beren’s legs were wet from the top, clinging tight.

The faint ammonia tang came from there. Follow the soaked fabric up, and you reach a maiden’s secret garden.

Oh… so that’s it. I must’ve pinched her ears and sent her “skyward” in an instant.

“Teacher Beren, I think… it’s time you found a reliable boyfriend.”

As a gentleman, that’s as far as I could go.

“Uu… I actually thought you two were really giving me a massage. I-I’m so stupid!”

She shuddered, then stumbled away to one side.

Blindfold still on, her face was crimson. She still turned by feel to “look” at us.

“D-Don’t think today’s over! I-I won’t let you two off! Uu… ow, ow…”

She tried to bolt blind and smacked into the doorframe. She whimpered, ripped off the blindfold, and dashed out.

“Big Bro…”

Lorian puffed her cheeks.

Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I’m innocent here!