Meanwhile.
After spending the entire day outside in the sun, Gut could finally return to the hall with relief.
In the hall, teacher Serie was standing below, seemingly chatting with the stammering junior Zenn about something. The previously successful challengers Hafka and his sister Sola were nowhere to be seen in the hall.
Having stood almost the entire day, Gut had no mind to care about these matters. His gaze swept around, just wanting to find a place to sit and rest.
Suddenly, Gut's eyes lit up.
Who said he could only sit on the ground to rest? There was a very comfortable chair on the platform.
With this thought, Gut took three steps in two, instantly climbing onto the platform and plopping down on his teacher's seat.
"Ahh~"
"So~ comfortable~"
This chair was indeed quite soft, and the backrest was made of special materials - soft yet resilient, providing excellent spinal support. He probably wouldn't feel tired no matter how long he sat.
Worthy of a lazy elf - after sitting here for so many years, her taste in furniture was impressive.
Most wonderful of all was the delicate elf fragrance that had soaked into the chair from long contact.
Gut immediately brought his nose closer and took an epic deep breath of the leather parts of the chair.
Hearing this "movement," Serie's cold gaze immediately shot up from below.
Gut showed no fear, staring right back and meeting his teacher's gaze directly.
He'd worked hard all day - what was wrong with sitting for a while?
"If you want to rest, then sit properly. Don't make those strange sounds."
Probably considering her disciple's fatigue, Serie didn't drive him away, only instructing Gut not to engage in perverted behavior like "epic deep breathing."
But how could Gut behave obediently?
Having sat here, not fully experiencing it would be a waste of his entire day's hard work.
So Gut simply stopped pretending, collapsing into his teacher's chair, rolling around freely, taking "epic deep breaths" along the edges.
"Creak—" "Creak—" "Creak—"
His beloved chair kept making sounds under Gut's antics, while Serie, who was instructing another disciple in magic, gradually fell silent.
Gritting her teeth as she looked at Gut sitting in her chair, Serie finally mobilized her magic, unable to bear it any longer.
On the platform.
Gut, who was taking "edging" breaths, suddenly found he couldn't control his body.
The air resistance became incredibly strong, making any movement difficult.
"Oh no, I played too much and made teacher take action!"
"Tap-tap-" "Tap-tap-"
Hearing the sound of straw sandals on the ground getting closer, Gut, who was fixed in a downward-looking position, could only see a pair of delicate jade feet gradually appearing in his vision.
Hmm, this view wasn't bad either.
Before Gut could continue admiring, the magic restraining him changed. Teacher Serie walked behind him, reached from behind the chair to straighten his downward body back onto the chair, then restrained him again.
Now, fixed in the chair with his head adjusted to a slightly upward angle, resting against the comfortable protrusion of the backrest, his main view was the elf's full figure and her meaningful smile.
"Teacher, what do you want to do?"
While secretly observing, Gut controlled his only moveable mouth to ask Serie.
"Aren't you tired? That's why you're sitting in teacher's chair to rest."
"Usually you give teacher massages, so this time let's switch roles. Let teacher help you, how about it?"
"This... this isn't appropriate, is it?"
"Unfortunately, you don't have the right to refuse."
With that, the elf's pale, slender hands came up, mimicking how her disciple usually massaged her, gently kneading Gut's scalp.
"Hiss—"
"Comfortable?"
"Com-comfortable..."
As long as someone subjectively wants to massage well, even if they can't find the right pressure points, the sensation won't be too bad.
At most, the relaxing effect after massage would be slightly worse, but as long as the hand movements aren't too forceful, the massage process is generally comfortable.
Like now, Gut was indeed enjoying the massage from his teacher.
However, this dreamed-of comfort made Gut's heart quite panicked.
Teacher wasn't here to make him comfortable - this comfortable massage was probably like a condemned man's last meal before execution.
But...
This "last meal" was truly delicious!
And while massaging, the elf kept asking Gut how she could improve to make it more comfortable.
With Gut's "teacher" guidance, Serie as the "massage student" obediently adjusted step by step, massaging her "teacher" Gut until he made sounds of pleasure.
"It's time!"
Serie's gaze sharpened, her hand movements suddenly pausing.
Gut naturally noticed this unnatural pause. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he discovered in horror that the elf had once again strengthened the control - now he couldn't even move his mouth.
The elf's pale, slender hands pressed against Gut's head once more.
Sensory Manipulation Magic!
As magical light shimmered, the disciple's senses had been adjusted by Serie into a strange configuration.
Now Gut's perception of pleasure and suffering had been reversed.
Serie's repeated adjustments to find the most comfortable head massage technique was for this moment of reversal.
Under this magic's influence, even if she punished her disciple, his body wouldn't be harmed at all.
After all, she was just giving her disciple a massage.
Before the massage, Serie looked at her disciple's face one last time, a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes.
But this guy had indeed been too excessive lately - he needed proper education.
Fine, if this punishment made him harbor some resentment toward her and no longer hold unrealistic fantasies, perhaps that wouldn't be a bad thing.
With this thought, Serie pressed her hands down.
Only this time, she used slightly more force.
Gut had mentioned before that beginners should use light rather than heavy pressure - once too heavy, it wouldn't be very comfortable.
Two minutes later...
Looking at her disciple's eyes that had grown slightly misty, Serie stopped her actions, released the restraint on his mouth, and asked:
"How does it feel? Will you do such perverted things again?"
"Teacher..."
"No... don't..."
Serie's eyes flickered. Had she been too heavy-handed after all?
"Don't stop!"
Serie: ...
Kicking the chair and sending the now-unrestrained Gut tumbling down, Serie walked away without looking back.
"Se-senior, are you alright?"
Zenn, who had been hiding in the corner, came out and quickly ran to his senior who had been kicked to the ground by their teacher, asking with concern while trying to help Gut up.
"Wait a moment, Zenn." Gut stopped his junior with his hand and pointed outside. "Wait until teacher has gone far before helping me up."
"Huh?" Zenn made a confused sound but obediently waited until Serie's figure completely disappeared from view before bending down to help his senior up.
"Hiss—"
As soon as he stood up, Gut clutched the back of his head and sucked in cold air.
Damn, teacher really went hard.
This soreness felt like someone had clubbed him in the back of the head.
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