A faint whisper filled the classroom—a mix of usual student chatter and an anticipation coated in boredom—before the commotion was suddenly cut short by the sound of the door opening. Breaths hitched and eyes locked onto the figure that stepped inside with calm confidence.
The teacher's presence was captivating, filling the void with an aura of authority and exquisite beauty. Her long, pale emerald-green hair flowed down, soft as poplar leaves in early spring, perfectly framing a face with sharp, meticulously sculpted features. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with a warm violet hue, carrying a gaze that blended piercing intelligence with serene composure.
She wore a sleeveless black turtleneck that clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her full, perfectly defined silhouette. Over it, she threw a crisp white coat that flowed behind her like a silk waterfall with every step, its wide sleeves ending in delicate lace that added a touch of aristocratic mystery.
She had chosen a short, dark blue denim skirt that showcased the stunning symmetry of her legs and the curves of her majestic feminine form with incredible fluidity.
The scene was completed by black ankle boots and a small shoulder bag, while a delicate silver necklace rested around her neck, gleaming with every confident movement of a body that combined strength with casual femininity.
Meanwhile, Espen was drowning in a whirlwind of turbulent thoughts, watching the scene with a critical eye and a distracted mind:
(Good grief! What is wrong with this world? I meet nothing but breathtaking women as if I'm in some cheap "harem novel." It seems the author who put me here has a perverted imagination and wants to trap my life between these beauties. Even though I swore not to stoop to this level, this damn body is a traitor! This teacher has a figure so provocative it's making me lose control of my body's reactions... damn these sexual thoughts starting to gnaw at my brain!)
His struggle with reality didn't last long; he was overcome by drowsiness amidst the monotony of the lecture, slipping into a "nap" that was anything but peaceful...
He saw himself lying on his back, completely naked in a space enveloped by dim light. The teacher—whose name he didn't even know yet—was standing directly over him. In the dream, her body appeared even more massive and provocative than in reality, especially her ample chest which approached him like a mountain of desire.
With agonizing slowness, her fingertips began to toy with the buttons of her shirt, opening it to reveal a dark green bra that struggled to contain her large breasts. Then, with a single movement, those mounds were liberated, revealing her pink nipples shimmering under the light. She climbed onto the bed and began to brush her soft skin against his thighs, turning his arousal into a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Espen felt his body stiffen and his breath hitch as he watched her approach his member, his eyes glowing with wild lust. She reached out her hand to take hold of him; his tension spiked and his breathing quickened, while she whispered his name in a tender, sultry tone:
"Espen... Espen... wake up..."
Espen's body jerked violently. He bolted upright, panting, with a trail of drool on the edge of the desk. The images of desire vanished, replaced by the angry face of the teacher as she slammed her palm against the table with a sound like a crack of a whip:
"Espen! Don't you dare sleep in my class ever again! Do you hear me?"
Espen looked at her with glazed eyes, the ghost of her "breasts" from the dream still dancing in his mind. He nodded his head up and down with clumsy automation, unable to utter a single word.
The teacher shot him a look of bewilderment and astonishment at his miserable state, then turned with dignity and continued down the tiered aisles to finish the lesson, leaving Espen trying to recover his lost composure amidst the questioning stares of his classmates.
The images of the feverish dream faded, replaced by the noise of the hall, but Espen continued to glare at the teacher as she descended the steps with suppressed annoyance, his mind screaming in protest:
(Dammit! What was that treacherous, lustful dream? And curse you, woman, why did you choose the most critical moment to wake me up? Is there a cosmic censor stalking me even in my sleep to punish me for the "quality" of my sexual imagination?)
The teacher regained her composure and stood in the center of the hall to announce in a resonant voice that pierced through the students' silence:
"Attention, everyone.. Today begins the decisive phase. There is a list of mandatory missions; you must complete at least one or two of them. Remember, these missions are the cornerstone of your graduation evaluation from this school, and there is no room for negligence."
Espen drifted for a moment, then a sarcastic smile played on his lips as he watched her:
(What lesson is she even talking about? During the whole class, we heard nothing but "blah blah blah".. The story hasn't even given you one line of value yet, which confirms to me that this part is just filler before the storm!)
His train of thought was broken by the teacher's sudden movement; she began to climb the steps again, and her destination was clear: Espen.
He watched her approach and muttered to himself with biting insolence:
(Stay away, woman who looks like she just escaped from a high-quality "hentai anime".. don't come any closer!)
She didn't just stand before him; she sat on the edge of his desk quite comfortably and raised her feet to place them on the adjacent seat, intruding into his personal space. She asked him in a voice dripping with tenderness:
"What's wrong, Espen? You look strange and wide-eyed today.. are you truly alright?"
The engines of sarcasm in Espen's mind stalled for a second, replaced by a shock mixed with a hint of sincerity:
(My god! Finally.. the first human being to treat me with kindness since I was tossed into this mad world! Even though I haven't encountered a single male here except for my "Founding Titan" father, the existence of kind people like you restores my hope. I don't know who you are, but you truly represent the competent teacher this story lacks.)
The teacher noticed his long silence and called to him softly:
"Espen, dear.. are you with me?"
Espen jerked as if waking from a second coma:
"Oh.. yes, I'm here. W-what were we.. you were.. uh-uh.."
The teacher suppressed a laugh at his hilarious confusion:
"What is with you, boy? You've been acting in a way we haven't seen from you since the class started."
Espen pointed to his chest in bewilderment:
"Me?"
She answered with a broad smile:
"Yes, you.. is there another 'Espen' causing a stir here?"
At that moment, Rosaline approached them, appearing to have grasped the situation with her natural intuition without hearing the details. She said with a side-smile:
"Miss Soko, it seems you haven't heard the news yet. Espen has completely lost his memory, so it's only natural you find his behavior odd; he literally doesn't know who you are!"
Miss Soko's eyes widened with understanding tinged with surprise:
"Aha.. amnesia? So that's why. And what led to that, Rosaline?"
Rosaline crossed her arms in a way that highlighted her femininity and said:
"No one has a certain answer, not even him. But it seems the incident didn't just take his memory; it took a large part of his former personality with it."
Espen mocked her description in his head:
(My personality? Who told you I've become soft? I am a full-blooded man, you big-hipped woman!)
Then Espen decided to break the ice and asked in a joking tone:
"Alright, first of all.. who are you, exactly? And secondly, is this story completely devoid of males? Or are all of Espen's acquaintances gorgeous females, with the only male being my father who looks like 'Kaido' from One Piece?"
Soko crossed her arms and leaned on her thighs in a relaxed posture, saying in a mysterious tone:
"Well, Espen.. although I have no idea who this 'Kaido' is, I am your teacher, and much more than you can imagine.. but let's leave that for now. You will realize the truth in time, my 'little dear'."
She continued, looking into his eyes seriously:
"As for your question about men, you are mistaken. Although your web of female relationships is complex, there are many men in your life, and perhaps the most important and influential of them is.. Vulcan."
Confusion and disgust washed over Espen's face as he grasped the scale of the disasters the original "Espen" had left behind. He thought with biting irony:
(This Espen wasn't just a fool; it seems he was a top-tier womanizer! Damn the author who penned this cursed story—couldn't they find any body to throw me into other than this one stained with scandals?)
He tried to regain his composure and asked with cautious curiosity:
"And who might this 'Vulcan' be? Is he an old ally or an enemy lurking for me?"
Miss Soko rose from her spot with a fluid motion, adjusting her posture as she placed her hand on her hip with the dignity of a confident teacher. She said:
"Vulcan is one of your strongest rivals in this academy, and the only one who dares to stand against you.. Despite the intensity of the competition, you remain superior to him in the balance of power, Espen. But now, time is running out; you must choose a mission from the list. Rosaline.. you take over helping Espen with this, and you know very well why I'm asking this of you specifically."
Rosaline placed her hand on her chest in a gesture of gentle obedience and said in a serious tone:
"Understood, Miss Soko. I will carry out your orders to the letter."
Soko began to descend the tiered steps, leaving the classroom, while Espen followed her silhouette with questions that found no answers:
"Rosaline, tell me the truth.. who is Vulcan?"
Rosaline smiled a mysterious smile, avoiding his eyes as she said:
"Don't worry, Espen. You will know everything in due time.. and it's closer than you think."
Espen shook his head sarcastically, muttering to himself:
(Great! It seems the story has suddenly decided to wear the cloak of mystery and hand out riddles for free. I wonder what the coming chapters are hiding for me?)
Then he turned to Rosaline and said aloud:
"Anyway, let's leave this nonsense.. Miss Soko seems like a very kind person, doesn't she?"
Rosaline's smile widened, and she said with a prideful sweetness:
"Of course I know that.. she is my mother, and there is no one whose heart matches her kindness."
Espen stopped in his tracks as if struck by lightning, staring at her in total shock:
"Aha.. I see.. Wait a minute! She's your mother?! Really?"
Rosaline burst out laughing at his shocked features and said:
"Yes, what was going through your mind? Is it that strange?"
Espen opened his mouth foolishly, while his "perverted" mind was conducting a crude genetic comparison:
(Of course, it's obvious now! You clearly inherited that 'majestic figure' from her.. but the difference is that nature's gifts concentrated in your mother up top, while they settled in your hips! What a terrifying lineage!)
Rosaline began to move toward the exit, gesturing for him to follow:
"Stop daydreaming and come with me. We need to pick a mission worthy of your current status."
Espen stood up and walked behind her, watching her graceful movements while drowning in deep existential thought:
(The surprises haven't stopped slapping me since I woke up, but seriously.. the question gnawing at my mind now isn't about women or rivals, but about this energy flowing through my veins: where exactly did this dark power come from? And what is the price of possessing it?)