Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Chapter 118: Chapter 116

"Time’s up," I announced, placing my chisel and hammer down with a satisfied stretch. "Except for Sylvie."

The entire room erupted immediately.

"UNFAIR!"

"Special treatment!"

"Favoritism!"

"He gets extra time just because he’s pretty!"

Silvano almost choked from the corner.

I crossed my arms unapologetically. "He’s my assistant, so technically I favor him more."

Meanwhile, Silvano looked unbearably smug while continuing to carve like he had just won a national competition.

The students looked even more betrayed.

One student pointed at him accusingly. "Look at his face!"

Another student gasped dramatically. "Blanca corrupted him already!"

"Alright," I clapped my hands once. "Anyone want to present first?"

Silence.

I looked around slowly. "No one?"

More silence.

Some students even avoided eye contact now.

One suddenly became deeply fascinated with his unfinished cat sculpture that looked more like a depressed potato.

I sighed dramatically. "Fine. I’ll go to you instead."

The students collectively stiffened.

I walked toward the nearest table and picked up the sculpture carefully.

"...What is this?" I asked.

"A cat," the student answered nervously.

I stared at the wooden abomination in my hands. "...This looks like the creature people see before dying."

The class exploded into laughter while the student looked offended.

"It’s sleeping!" he defended himself.

"It looks like it gave up on life."

I placed it down gently before moving to the next one.

"...Okay this one is better."

The student immediately brightened.

"It still looks cursed," I added.

His smile disappeared instantly.

I pointed at another sculpture. "...Why does this cat have abs?"

"I accidentally carved too deep."

"And why does this one have three tails?"

"I panicked."

I slowly looked around the room. "...Did all of you collectively decide to traumatize cats today?"

"No!" the class shouted defensively.

I sighed and rubbed my temples dramatically.

"Okay listen carefully. Your carvings aren’t horrible."

The students immediately looked hopeful.

"They’re catastrophically horrible."

"MA’AM?!" someone shouted.

I raised a hand. "But!"

The room quieted again.

"The important thing is that your mistakes are fixable."

I picked up one of the carvings and pointed at the uneven surface.

"You’re all too impatient. Stop trying to finish quickly and focus on control first."

Then I pointed at another one.

"And stop carving while panicking. I can literally feel the fear in this cat’s face."

The class laughed again.

I walked towards the center table and leaned against it.

"Carving isn’t just cutting things randomly. You need to understand shape, depth, pressure, and flow."

I pointed lazily at my own unfinished swan sculpture.

Even incomplete, the marble already looked elegant and alive under the studio lights.

The entire room instantly quieted.

"Every material has its own behavior," I continued. "If you force it too much, it breaks. If you’re too gentle, nothing happens."

I lightly tapped the marble.

"So instead of fighting the material..."

I smiled slightly.

"...learn how to work with it."

The room became genuinely attentive.

Just for a second.

CRACK.

Everyone looked towards the source.

Silvano was staring silently at his broken sculpture.

"...."

The entire cat’s neck had snapped off cleanly.

I walked toward him. "...Sylvie."

He looked up blankly. "...Yes?"

I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations."

"...For what?"

"You just killed your own cat."

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For the next few hours, I went around helping everyone one by one.

Or more accurately—

Trying not to verbally destroy them.

I genuinely tried being patient.

Really.

I truly did.

But these students kept testing the limits of my sanity.

"Stop gripping the knife like you’re about to assassinate someone!"

"That’s the cat’s tail, not a tree branch!"

"Why is your cat smiling like a serial killer?!"

"WHO TAUGHT YOU TO HOLD A CHISEL LIKE THAT?!"

The entire studio turned chaotic again.

Silvano wasn’t helping either. The traitor kept laughing every time someone got scolded.

A vein twitched in my forehead.

So I decided to torture him next.

I slowly walked toward his desk with my hands behind my back.

His laughter immediately weakened. "...Why are you looking at me like that?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

I smiled sweetly. "Sylvie."

"No."

"I didn’t even say anything yet."

"You’re smiling. That already means danger."

I stopped beside him and looked down at his sculpture.

Silence.

"...What is this?"

"A cat," he answered cautiously.

I clutched my chest dramatically, tears forming in my eyes.

"After multiple scolding..." I said shakily. "And trying not to faint from high blood pressure..."

Silvano immediately narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "...What are you doing?"

I pointed at the sculpture with trembling fingers. "You finally managed to carve a cat."

The class burst into laughter.

"Even if it isn’t perfect," I continued emotionally, "you still improved enough to create something recognizable."

The students started wheezing.

I wiped imaginary tears away and patted his shoulder proudly. "You’ve grown so much, Sylvie."

"...I genuinely can’t tell if you’re praising or insulting me anymore."

"That’s the beauty of my teaching."

The other students suddenly started panicking.

"Wait— if THAT gets praised then maybe mine still has hope!"

"No yours still looks cursed."

"Piss off!"

I walked towards another desk and picked up another sculpture.

Silence.

"...Why is this cat buff?"

The student looked proud instead of ashamed. "Because strength is beauty."

I slowly nodded. "...Fair enough."

The entire class gasped.

"You accepted that one?!"

"Of course," I said seriously while holding up the muscular cat sculpture. "This cat looks rich enough AND win a fistfight."

Silvano buried his face in his hands. "This class is insane."

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"While your skills still need a lot of improvement," I said while carefully carving the details onto the swans’ wings, "I’m glad all of you actually took my advice seriously."

The entire class visibly relaxed.

Some even looked touched.

Silvano looked like he wanted to expose my personality to them immediately.

"It’s already twelve," I continued, still not looking up. "Class ends here for today."

Instant groaning filled the studio.

"Already?!"

"My cat still looks unemployed!"

"I finally started understanding things!"

"Will you teach us again next week?" someone asked hopefully.

"No," I answered flatly.

"WHY?!"

"Sunday is a sacred day meant for rest," I said seriously. "And sleep."

The room instantly became dramatic.

I clicked my tongue. "I can still teach after regular classes."

Several students actually cheered, their eyes lighting up instantly.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "Don’t celebrate yet. I’m still mean."

"That’s okay!"

"We’re already emotionally prepared!"

"Somehow your insults motivate us!"

I blinked slowly. "...You people concern me."

Meanwhile, Silvano quietly muttered beside me. "You already corrupted them."

I ignored him.

"Now leave before I change my mind," I shooed them away with my hand.

The students quickly scrambled to clean up their things before I could apparently become evil again.

"Thank you, Miss Blanca!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"I’ll practice harder!"

"Thank you for not killing us!"

"That last one was tempting," I muttered.

Silvano snorted beside me.

Soon enough, the studio finally emptied.

Silence returned.

Peace.

No screaming.

No cursed cat sculptures.

No students holding chisels like murder weapons.

I let out a satisfied sigh and continued carving while quietly humming to myself.

The marble swans slowly took shape beneath my hands, elegant curves forming under careful strikes.

Sunlight filtered through the large studio windows, illuminating the floating marble dust around me.

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Unbeknownst to Blanca, the students she had kicked out hadn’t actually left yet.

They were currently peeking through the windows like curious raccoons.

"...She looks completely different when she’s carving," one whispered.

"She stopped threatening people..."

"She’s even humming..."

"Is this really the same person who traumatized four classes?"

Another student stared at Blanca in awe.

"She really likes carving..." someone murmured softly.

Ravian, who had been casually passing by the hallway, slowed to a stop when he noticed a suspicious crowd gathered outside Studio Class 104.

"...What are all of you doing?"

The students flinched immediately upon seeing him.

"W-Well..."

"We were just—"

"Looking at art!"

Ravian narrowed his eyes suspiciously before walking closer then peeked inside the studio himself.

Blanca was standing in the center of the room, completely focused on carving.

The sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated her white hair softly while tiny glowing marble dust floated around her.

The entire scene looked peaceful.

She simply stood there quietly, humming while shaping marble into art with gentle, practiced movements.

Like a fairy.

Or some kind of ethereal spirit born for creation itself.

The atmosphere was so breathtakingly perfect that Ravian unconsciously stared a little longer than intended.

Then—

The illusion shattered instantly.

Silvano suddenly dragged a chair loudly across the floor.

SKRRRRRRT

He plopped down beside Blanca with a tired sigh.

"I cleaned everything," he complained. "At this point I should start charging you labor fees."

"Stop whining and hand me the smaller carving knife."

"Smaller."

"...Like this?"

"Smaller."

"...This?"

"Do you want the swan to look constipated?"

"...You’re impossible."

Ravian frowned slightly as he looked at Silvano sitting comfortably beside her. "What’s Silvano doing there?"

"He’s Blanca’s assistant," one of the students answered naturally.

One of the students answered nervously. "He’s Blanca’s assistant."

Silence.

Ravian slowly looked back inside. "Assistant?"

"Apparently he became one after today..."

"Voluntarily too," another student added.

"He even calls her Master sometimes."

Ravian choked slightly. "...He what?"

Before they could say more, Gawain suddenly appeared behind the group carrying drinks and lunchboxes.

"What are we spying on?"

The students almost screamed.

"WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WALK SO QUIETLY?!"

"YOU ALL MOVE LIKE SERIAL KILLERS!"

Gawain ignored them and peeked inside too.

Inside the room, Blanca absentmindedly pushed her unfinished sculpture toward Silvano.

"Hold this."

Silvano obediently held it.

"Rotate."

He rotated it.

"Other way."

He rotated it back.

"A little higher."

He lifted it.

"No not that high. Are you trying to make my swan ascend to heaven?"

Gawain burst out laughing.