Ange, having lost her entire family to Demons as a child, set foot on the path of a Demon Hunter.
Perhaps it was hatred that gave her strength, for she quickly displayed exceptional talent—whether it was mastering all kinds of Demon Hunter weapons or physical training, she always ranked among the top at the Academy.
Naturally, she became an official Demon Hunter and began carrying out missions.
Yet, such an outstanding Demon Hunter disappeared from the scene after not even five years on the job.
The reason was simple. Because—she turned into a woman. Yes, quite literally.
“Ange! I curse you! I curse you!”
“Heh, a Curse? I already have plenty of Curses on me; one more won’t make a difference. Suit yourself.”
She blew away the white smoke from the muzzle, spun her guns, and casually returned the black and white pistols to their holsters.
Ange wouldn’t mind yet another Curse falling upon her.
Of course, ever since she set foot on the path of a Demon Hunter, she’d already made up her mind. Such petty Curses would not affect her journey.
Back then, she still wore the Academy’s custom Hunter Suit.
The pitch-black fabric, made from Demon hide, didn’t reflect light and enhanced stealth. Plus, it looked pretty cool.
“Heh, I know! I know ordinary Curses don’t bother you anymore! But what about this one?”
“Hm? What did you do?!”
That was the first time her heart, long since turned to ash, showed a hint of panic.
If it were a Death Curse, she’d already endured plenty—after all, the Demon inside her wouldn’t let her die so easily.
But the Curse cast on her by that Succubus was, without a doubt, the vilest and most despicable she had ever encountered.
“Turn into a girl, Demon Hunter! Hahaha! And then! In the throes of unrestrained desire! Fall and become a beast! Hahaha!”
“Bastard…”
That’s right. She was feminized, completely transformed from head to toe, and branded with a strange Magic Mark.
Just as the Succubus had said, whenever the Magic Mark flared up, she’d nearly lose all reason and become a beast.
And so, the once Number One Demon Hunter retired early.
Despite her fierce objections, it only took a single episode—the very first time the Magic Mark flared—for the organization to formally overrule her protest.
Now, she was no longer assigned any missions, nor did she dare accept any Demon Hunter requests.
Even so, Ange remained at the Demon Hunter Academy in the Kingdom of Huang, where she became a Teacher.
“Hey, Rita, do you really want me to take those three students?”
Even though it was already ten o’clock, Ange was still in bed, planning to sleep a little longer—if not for the sudden phone call.
“Yes, Ange. All three of them are geniuses. There’s nothing left for the other teachers to teach them.”
“Don’t joke with me! My Teacher position has always just been in name only! The organization just wants to give me an easy way to earn some extra money.”
“Heh, if you keep doing nothing, you might get ‘optimized,’ you know, dear Ange-san. You should realize your daily expenses aren’t cheap. If you want to find such an easy, well-paid job elsewhere, hmm~ I’m afraid your only option would be to sell your butt.”
“No way! Tch, fine, I’ll do it, but whatever happens, I take no responsibility.”
“Don’t worry, the Academy has already notified their parents.”
“How did you notify them?”
“We told them your situation, exactly as it is.”
“Wait! You mean they all know?!”
“Of course. They’re major Shareholders of the school to begin with—they’re fully entitled to know the truth about your situation. Frankly, it’s generous enough that they haven’t held it against you after you hid it for so long.”
“Oh right, one of the Shareholders even said that if you really need it, he can arrange a personal Guard for you.”
“A Guard? What would I need a Guard for? To protect him?”
“‘Guard’ is just a title. He’d actually help you with your Magic Mark problems, you know what I mean.”
Rita let out a mischievous laugh. A drop of sweat trickled down Ange’s forehead.
She wanted to laugh, but even more so, she wanted to reach through the line and smack this wicked woman.
“Tell him to scram. I don’t need it.”
“Understood~ Your first student should be arriving soon. Figure out a way to greet her yourself.”
“Do they know about the Magic Mark on me?”
“I have no idea~”
“You little—! You’re not going to tell me?!”
“Oh, come on. Former Number One Demon Hunter~ Miss~ Shouldn’t you be able to read the room? See for yourself.”
“faq”
“Watch your language. If you corrupt them, you’ll have to take responsibility.”
“Damn.”
“Sigh, well, I’ll hang up now. I have to deal with the incident in Zone A, 886.”
“Go, just go.”
After the call ended, Ange felt like her head was about to explode. She really didn’t want to teach.
She might have the ability, but her body just wouldn’t allow it!
She could never predict when the Magic Mark would flare up! And every time it did, she’d only have two options!
Either pull out her special Silver Gun—the barrel had been modified so she could barely use it as a massage gun—or just try to endure it.
But she’d once forced herself to endure for a whole day, and the aftermath… she didn’t want to talk about it…
How was she supposed to be a Teacher like this?
“Another message?”
It was a text from Rita.
[The Teacher uniform has been delivered to you. I wasn’t expecting you to have any decent clothes. Remember to wear the Stockings, that way any… overflow won’t show.]
“What the hell?!”
Ange stepped outside and found a huge box sitting at her door. She dragged it inside and opened it, only to find a set of Hunter Suit—female version…
“Stockings… Boots… Rita, what the hell are you trying to do?!”
No way! She was only physically a woman now! She hadn’t really turned into some wanton girl! Making her, a former man, wear Stockings and black Boots?! Not happening!
“Teacher, excuse me, are you Teacher Ange?”
What? Who? Still clutching the box, Ange whipped around.
A blonde girl, dressed in an elegant gown—clearly someone’s young lady—stood behind her, looking harmless and asking in all innocence.
Holy crap! How did she get in? When did she get here? Have I let my guard down that much?
“Oh, yes, I’m Ange. And you are…?”
“Ingrid Beltans. You can just call me Ingrid.”
Ingrid, huh. Gotta write that one down. Damn it, this student showed up way too fast. I’m not even ready yet. I need to change clothes first.
Wait, the clothes I washed yesterday… no way…
I didn’t hang them out to dry… damn…
Ange glanced again at the clothes in the box. She was now seriously starting to suspect that Rita was monitoring her.
“All right, Ingrid, wait a moment while I get dressed, then we’ll head out.”
“Understood, Teacher.”
The blonde girl sensibly and politely stepped back outside and even closed the door.
But for Ange, that wasn’t a good sign. She hated red tape, and this was exactly the prelude to it.
“Ugh, Stockings are so hard to put on. And these shorts—way too short.”
After finally combing out her silver hair in the mirror, Ange tugged her top down to cover the Magic Mark.
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