“So close, so close.”
Within seconds, Ange dashed back into her room, her heart pounding wildly as she gasped for breath, unable to control it.
“Damn… I almost lost control.”
She closed the door and didn’t forget to lock it as well. Only after making sure all the curtains were drawn did she finally let out a sigh of relief.
It’s happening again…
“That damned Succubus…”
But now Ange had no time to worry about the Succubus. She had to immediately—
“Ugh, these shorts are hard enough to put on, but taking them off is even more trouble!”
Ange grabbed one corner of her shorts. She didn’t look like she was taking off her clothes, but more like she was wrestling a bull.
The flush filling her cheeks wasn’t from exertion, but from embarrassment. No matter how much time passed, she could never truly ignore this reaction.
“Ugh! Finally got them off!”
Ange sighed silently, then pulled out the White Gun.
……
“Phew, finally done tidying up.”
Looking at the perfectly symmetrical bedsheets she’d just arranged, Ingrid Beltans rubbed her forehead.
The Academy’s Old Dormitory Block wasn’t exactly well-equipped. There was no air conditioning, so she planned to pay for one herself.
“Does Teacher have air conditioning in her room?”
Forget it, this was a good chance to curry favor anyway! No matter whether she had it or not, at least she could show Teacher she cared.
That should definitely help Teacher forgive her rudeness earlier today!
Go ask Teacher!
So Ingrid strode out of her room, ready to march straight over to Ange’s Dormitory.
Right now, only the two of them lived in this whole building, and for some reason, Teacher Ange had deliberately assigned her room quite far away.
Teacher Ange’s Dormitory was in the middle of the building, while hers was almost at the very end. There was a long hallway between them.
Could it be that Teacher already dislikes me? No way, anything but that!
The thought made Ingrid quicken her steps, and she soon arrived at the door of Ange’s Dormitory.
“Right, Teacher said I must message her before looking for her.”
“Teacher, please open the door.”
Mm, that should do. Now she just had to wait for Teacher to answer.
Ingrid obediently stood outside Ange’s door, feeling excited and a bit nervous at the thought of having such a powerful Teacher.
For a moment, even the golden cowlick on top of her head seemed to perk up happily with her mood.
“Huh? Why hasn’t Teacher replied yet?”
If she was busy, she could at least reject me… Could it be that Teacher really dislikes me so much she doesn’t even want to talk?
I’m done for… It must be because I challenged her to a fight as soon as we met…
What kind of Student duels their Teacher at first meeting… I was way too impulsive… What do I do now, how do I make it up to Teacher…
“Teacher? Are you there?”
“Uh?! Ingrid?! When did you get here?!”
Strange, why did Teacher sound so tense?
Fidgeting awkwardly with her fingers, Ingrid worried that she’d upset Teacher again.
“I have your number, I sent you a message, but you didn’t reply. Sorry… Teacher… I shouldn’t have been so rude, leaving such an impression on you at our very first meeting. Please, forgive me.”
“All right! All right! Just wait outside for a moment! I’ll open the door after I finish showering!”
“Okay~”
Hehe, thank goodness, it looks like things between me and Teacher haven’t reached the point of no return.
Ingrid shook her head, her emerald-green eyes narrowing with a smile she couldn’t suppress.
After quite a while.
“Weird? Why hasn’t Teacher opened the door yet?”
She thought she’d heard a few gasps just now. Did Teacher get scalded by hot water?
Now that she thought about it, maybe she should ask Teacher for some tips on adjusting the water temperature here.
With these old-fashioned water heaters, it was either volcano or Antarctica.
Finding the right temperature was only slightly less difficult than inventing controllable nuclear fusion.
“Forget it, better not disturb Teacher. I’ll just wait here.”
Having convinced herself, Ingrid took out her phone and began browsing today’s Academy Forum posts.
She normally didn’t do this. Even though everyone here was a Student at Demon Hunter Academy, there were still differences among Students.
At least for Ingrid, she’d already tried, but hadn’t really learned much from the others, so she rarely checked the Forum, thinking it was useless.
But today, a particular post caught her eye.
Legend of the Silver-haired Big Sister: In the Old Dormitory Block, if you’re lucky, you might see a tall, curvy silver-haired lady.
But the comments below were all…
“Whose class is this? He’s making stuff up again. This time it’s a silver-haired big sister, next time what, a white-haired loli?”
“Hey, hey, don’t ruin his dreams. You should praise his imagination instead. The power to see a drifting piece of white paper as a silver-haired big sister deserves respect. Sorry, I can’t keep this up anymore.”
“So thirsty—ugh—”
“A busty silver-haired big sister? That’s a stretch. Maybe we should wish for something more realistic, like a white-haired loli.”
“You up there, go marry the first guy.”
“No way, he’s a bronze bro. I already tried to straighten him out, but his mind’s made up.”
“Wait, upstairs is a senior?! And! What do you mean you already tried to straighten him out?!”
“Wow, so much info. I feel like this could be its own post.”
Ingrid put down her phone, speechless. In the end, things like forums or boards were better left alone.
“Teacher?”
She called out tentatively, but still got no reply from Ange.
“Teacher? Are you—”
Before she finished, her hand on the doorknob accidentally pressed down a little too hard. With a startling thud, the broken doorknob dropped to the floor.
Maybe because of her own weight, the door slowly swung open.
Although etiquette told her she should quickly shut the door and wait for Teacher to come, her curiosity got the better of her for just a moment, and she peeked inside.
“!”