17 17 stories, something you shouldn't do in class.

Dr. Erna, who is serving in class S.

I think she's the one who can't help it.

He said he didn't know what to add or subtract, while properly discerning the strength of the students.

Following me, we all practiced backsteps, and you obviously adjusted to suit each of them. The teacher, like me, almost broke out when he rewarded the boys.

After all, no one was able to clear it within the limit.

At the end of the step training, the teacher tells me to sleep on my back.

"But here on the ground, right?

"Fine. Quickly."

I lay on my back thinking I was going to sand my back.

- Ston

I couldn't get my hair in, and the teacher's tight ass went up my stomach.

"You promised to reward me."

Ooh, cheers from the boys. People who talk about envy are also flirty, but this is not a reward.

As far as I'm concerned, this is a pretty tight feeling...

"When I work as a mercenary, I often walk ahead of my client. When the other guy is a guy, he's got a good chance of complimenting Atashi's ass. Not many of them touch me. I made you regret it right away."

Lift, drop, lift and drop your proudly shaped buttocks.

"Ugh, uh-huh."

Every time my abs are built up, my voice leaks strangely. I've never had this kind of muscle training in my life!

When I finished working out the abdominal area, this time it came up to my chest.

"How do you feel now, Nor?

"My chest is painful."

"Teacher-student romance isn't particularly forbidden, but you're still underpowered to make Atashi fall in love"

"I'm in love, my chest, it's not painful. Simply because the weight of the teacher's butt..."

"Shut up."

Bohoo, my teacher's sole blocked my face, and I can't breathe.

That was an instant, so I never had trouble breathing though.

Training? I hear it's over, and I'm free.

Maybe I should thank my teacher. [M] It has 400 LPs in it.

When I get back to everyone, a few boys ask me a quick question.

"Teacher's butt, what did it smell like?

"No, I can't afford that..."

"Was it soft?

"Well, quite..."

"Foo-hoo, I got hit too. Yeah, yeah!

"There, shut up"

The boys are glanced at by the teacher. The teacher raises his hair and talks annoyingly.

"This is how Atashi's classes go on in body language, but don't get me wrong. This is part of your muscle strength training, so make sure you follow it properly. Next time, make a pair."

They seem to be good for anyone, and Emma came running over happy.

"Let's organize together ~!"

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

"Here and there. Nor, Emma, you can't have them together."

Dr. Erna has cautioned me for some reason when I said anyone is good.

When Emma asks why in the meantime,

"You guys are deadbeat, right? That kind of relationship creates familiarity."

"No, Emma and I are not dating."

"Mm-hmm. Really, Emma?

"Yes, we're not still dating."

"Oh... you're a childhood friend, not a lover. Either way, no. You'll be very reluctant. Two girls there, come on."

What the teacher called me was a pair of women serving an elegant aura.

One is Maria, the Duke's Lady. And the other one looks like a cool beauty with dark hair ponytail. He has tall, cool eyes.

Style and standing were similar.

"You can't put together either. You're Maria's date, aren't you?

"... yes"

"You can't stare. Put it together with Emma. Maria is with Nor."

Mr. Black-haired Ponytail seemed very dissatisfied. This kid, he's not as good as his teacher, but he's quite capable, isn't he?

After all, he's also strong.

"I'll be fine, Amane. Please work with Emma."

When Maria smiles at the angel, Amane sighs a little and then somehow turns her body back to me.

"... Mr. Stalgia. Thirty seconds, please."

"Oh, yes."

The teacher nodded too, so I followed Mr. Amane. When she comes to the point where she can no longer reach everyone, she gets to the point.

"Maria has a disease. Don't make me exercise too hard."

You mean the sixteen death marks, right?

I wasn't sure if I'd mention it, but when I say it, it'll be a story about why I know. Let's keep quiet here.

"Okay. I'll be careful."

"... thank you"

Stop her from trying to leave. I had some personal concerns.

She stared at my face with no expression. [M] It's really cool.

"Mr. Amane is from the Marquis, isn't he? Are you doing your company, too?

"... with you and Mr. Brightness"

"Childhood friends, right?"

"Yes."

"Uh, I don't know if I can ask, but since when has Maria been sick?

"... born. Let's go."

After all, I didn't seem to want you to go too deep.

Returning to the teacher, the training began quickly.

This time it seems to be a weapons-free martial art.

"Sometimes when it comes to fighting, you can be thrown at your opponent. Practice passivity there. Knoll, stand in front of Atashi."

"Do you like me, Doctor?

"I'm not complacent. Hurry up."

It's not the one that hurts, and it's shriveling. Concerns were a matter of concern.

I'll throw it. [M]

"Give me a back throw. He's the one who throws it on his back."

That's what I was ordered to do, so I grab one arm first, and then I want to grab the teacher's clothes, but if I throw it, it's really going to be my chest.

"What are you hesitating about?

No, I don't know what to say.

"Don't worry about fingers touching your chest or anything like that. Maiden!"

"Okay, then let me do it!

I grab my chest and pull it toward me with my arms, twisting my body at the same time so that I can put my opponent on my back.

As it were, I threw it against the ground!

Nevertheless, I will not throw it to avoid injury. I won't let go of my pull properly.

The teacher pulls his jaw to avoid hitting him in the back of the head and slaps him on the ground with his hand to kill the shock.

I got up squeaky right away.

"This is passive. Even so, sometimes I can hold my breath because I hit my back. But it's better than not taking it. And now, that's a gentle throw. In actual combat, they definitely throw it to the ground. Then you step on your face."

"That's tough..."

"Basically, be careful not to be thrown. Then Nor and Maria. Try it."

We took the form of a sample.

"Best wishes. Throw me, please."

"No, I can throw it here."

"But I still am."

No, I'm the man here.

"... what concessions are you making, no more knolls thrown"

The teacher is upset. When I stood in front of Maria, I was suddenly thrilled.

Clear skin like ceramic, light peach lips, perfect proportions.

Her white hand grabs my chest weakly like that.

... Is that it? Could it be trembling?

I get worried that I'm not feeling well, and I talk to him in a whisper.

"I heard Mr. Amane has a disease. Maybe."

"No, you don't. I don't really touch men, so I'm nervous."

"You guys, come on..."

Maria, you're adorable, I'm surprised at the teacher's cold eyes before I feel like it.

"Can you stop being so adolescent? Obasan, it's the limit of patience."

"Excuse me, Dr. Obasan"

"... Nor, if passivity is poor, school garden ten weeks. With a full dash."

"I said Obasan myself, so I..."

"No excuses"

"Okay. Twenty seconds, then."

"Nice."

Now, what are your passive skills...

[Receptive 30 LP]

Wow, that's so cheap!

Well, I wonder if it has anything to do with plain skills. Or do I have a passive gift?

I don't know because I've lived my life passively. I gained skills while looking far away.

"I'll come, then."

"Anytime."

Fluffy, my body lifts. Maria's throwing was very skillful and I was thrown lightly. Of course, he was taking care not to get hurt.

Dan slaps the ground with his hand, and I take the passive.

That wasn't painful because it was a gentle throw. Stand up normally and observe the teacher's judgment.

……

"Doctor? How was my passion?

"Chi"

"Don't tongue me. Was it unexpectedly good?

"... well, to be honest, you're definitely more talented than Atashi"

"Thank you"

It was worth the cheat. I was just glad there was no outside circumference.

"Maria!!

"To?"

Amane is surprised at the impending momentum. She was on her way...... to Maria holding her chest in agony.

"Heh, I'm fine. Just a little bit, my chest was painful."

"... rest. Forbidden to impose."

"Really, I'm fine now"

"... I can't allow it. Doctor."

"Yes, rest."

Breathing disturbances are in order, and it doesn't look that bad, but it looks like we're gonna take care of it just in case.

Maria, who borrowed her shoulder from Amane, droops her head in regret when she comes before me.

"I'm sorry. In the form of me throwing all the time."

"Never mind, get some rest"

"Yes."

I activate my editing skills while staring at her luxurious back.

Sixteen Death Marks

< Curse Skills. My whole body is hit by unbearable severe pain over a period of time. As we get older, the symptoms get worse, peaking at sixteen. If you get over sixteen, your skills will disappear >

"Sixteen" "Fifteen" Change 8000 LP [Sixteen Death Marks Erase]

It's too expensive...

I'm going to need a different digit LP to erase my skills. That means the curse is so strong.

Changing the numbers to three, fifty or one hundred had the same result.

Somehow, I'd like to cure you.

- Answer me, wise man.

What's the most efficient way I can save my LP right now?

[A. First, line up the women here in a row]

Oh, this is a pretty tight question. My headache is stronger than usual.

But still, I can stand it.

[Next, run through touching their breasts. If we all succeed, we'll have 2,000 LPs in it.]

"Can you - hey! And I had a headache!

There is a lot of tightness even if it is resistant.

Is the LP-based question costly? I can't stand it, so I grab Emma's shoulder.

"Today's, today's greeting, please."

"Ha!? Here!? Because everyone..."

"I can't afford it, sorry, excuse me!

I say my usual greetings to Emma in a strong way.

All the classmates who missed Maria and Amane were paying attention. Naturally, right?

"Phew... somehow healed..."

I'm relieved. Target audience, together with none other than me.

The flames abruptly dwelt. Looking back feeling murderous, the teacher is making the edge of his mouth flinch.

"Now... are you in class?

"Ki, in an emergency..."

"School Garden Fifteen Weeks"

"... Yes"

"With a full dash!

"Yes, no!

I had to run at full dash. [M]

'Cause that's what the teacher came after while swinging a wooden knife.