Free Web Novel“Dear teacher, want me to knead your shoulders? The pressure feels really nice.”
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“Dear teacher, want me to soak your feet? It brightens your eyes and protects your kidneys.”
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“Dear teacher, want a lollipop? Strawberry flavor.”
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“Dear teacher...”
“Shut up.”
Mela stopped what she was doing and looked up at her disciple who had started going crazy the moment he came back, her face full of disdain.
“You’ve been out for so long—did you finally play your brain into breaking too? Or did some woman finally squeeze you until you went insane? Then I suggest you go out, turn left, and find the Academy’s psychiatry teacher. I can’t cure that kind of illness here.”
“Teacher Mela, the way you say that—can’t it be true heart for true heart, and you understand the filial respect I’m trying to express right now?”
Muen held a big handful of lollipops and smiled sincerely.
“So, want one? Besides strawberry, I’ve got apple, orange, and stone... thistle flower flavor...”
“Oh my, the stone thistle flower flavor you’re talking about—do you mean the kind that, once you snap it off, it won’t grow back?”
Mela blinked and asked “innocently.”
“If it really is that kind, then I’d...”
“Very sorry. I was talking nonsense. There’s no such flavor at all.”
Muen immediately returned to a serious expression, thinking to himself that sure enough, making dirty jokes with an old loli whose age had four digits was only asking for humiliation. This old loli drove harder than he did.
“I came to you, Teacher Mela, actually for serious business...”
“Speak.”
Mela picked through Muen’s hand for a while, and in the end still chose strawberry.
She casually stuffed the lollipop into her mouth, turned around and floated up to sit, and from under her pajamas, her pale legs flashed as she directly shoved her small foot hard against Muen’s cheek.
“Something that makes you bold enough to come disturb me while I’m busy completing this very important... whatchamacallit—what is it?” freёwebnoѵel.com
“Very important whatchamacallit?”
Muen immediately became alert.
“Teacher Mela, you’re not going to...”
“You’re overthinking it. How could I pit my cutest disciple?”
“Look, I haven’t even said you were—”
“If you have something, say it fast!”
Mela impatiently twisted her little foot, cutting him off.
“I’m still busy.”
“Th... this isn’t any big th... thing, I j-just want t-to ask Teacher Mela...”
With his cheek being pinned, Muen asked in a muffled accent.
“Do you know about beast blood?”
“Beast blood?”
Mela raised a brow.
“Beast... sexual bloodline? This kind of basic knowledge is in the textbook. You came to ask me?”
“No, no, no. What I’m asking isn’t ordinary beast... sexual bloodline, but something more... more terrifying than that.”
Muen paused, reached out and pulled out a document, handing it to Mela.
“Like this, for example.”
“Oh? With the thin beast blood circulating these days, it shouldn’t be enough to make you take it seriously.”
A trace of interest flashed through Mela’s eyes. She took the document and flipped through it quickly for a moment.
Inside the document was a detailed description of that little girl Muen had faced earlier. After follow-up intelligence gathering and analysis, it was even more thorough than the one Celicia had received.
“So that’s how it is. An atavistic beast blood?”
Mela rubbed her chin, thinking.
“No... to reach this degree, this is... origin blood?”
“Origin blood? What’s that?”
“Origin blood is, of course, beast blood at the origin.”
Mela looked at him like he was an idiot.
“You still think this is some awesome-sounding title?”
“...No. This already sounds pretty damn awesome, doesn’t it?”
The corner of Muen’s mouth twitched.
“To me it’s just so-so.”
Mela casually tossed the document back to Muen. Her petite body floated up, and then she snapped her fingers.
Above a sea of flowers, the sky instantly dimmed, and a gigantic curtain slowly unfurled in front of Muen.
Just like a movie from his previous life, clear images began to appear across the curtain.
“A long time ago, so-called beastmen used to be a powerful race.”
The visuals were very kid-like, looking like some kind of children’s animation, the kind you could broadcast without parents reporting it.
But as Muen gradually understood the deeper meaning of those images, those cute chibi cartoon half-beast half-human figures stopped looking so cute in his eyes.
Just as the images depicted, beastmen had once been powerful and ferocious. They could fight flying dragons up in the skies, hunt deep-sea leviathans down below, and they also possessed culture and wisdom not inferior to humans. They were an extremely terrifying race.
“But even a race as powerful as that couldn’t withstand a disaster... capable of destroying the world.”
Mela sighed.
In the image, a vast shadow suddenly appeared, covering almost the entire beastman tribe.
The beastmen fought to the death against some existence within that shadow, but in the end it was only futile. One cute chibi cartoon after another either died there, or was directly swept into that enormous shadow, as if being swallowed.
“This is... that great turmoil a thousand years ago that swept the entire continent?”
A flicker passed through Muen’s eyes as he blurted it out.
“Oh? Looks like you know more than I thought, kid. That’s right. It was that great turmoil.”
Mela shot Muen an unexpected glance, then clasped her hands behind her back and turned to keep watching the images, sighing with emotion.
“Beastmen were strong, but back then, even the human magical civilization that had developed to its peak was almost completely cut off in that turmoil. Beastmen naturally couldn’t be spared either. Their population was already not large, and in that disaster they nearly went extinct outright. The little spark that remained didn’t even reach the minimum number needed to sustain a race’s continued reproduction, so they were forced to integrate into human society and let their bloodline be diluted generation after generation.”
“So that’s how it is. So that’s where beast bloodlines come from today...”
Muen’s expression shifted.
“Eh? Wait. Integrate?”
He pointed at those beastmen in the image—though they were cartoon characters, they were still far from the beastmen in his impression, with thick fur or hard scales and all kinds of obvious beastification traits—and stared blankly.
“This can integrate? And still reproduce?”
“Well, there will always be people with special fetishes. Don’t you have a lot of authority to speak on that point?”
“I’m not, I don’t, Teacher Mela don’t talk nonsense.”
Muen rebutted with a straight face.
“Don’t make it sound like I’m some pervert with a special fetish.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course.”
“You’re sure?”
“Senior Sister can testify!”
“Heh.”
Mela laughed lightly and continued.
“Speaking of it, I heard that in the extreme cold lands of the north, there’s still a relatively pure beastman bloodline tribe.”
“Like the ones in the images?”
“No. Even if it’s ‘pure,’ it’s still a bloodline that’s bred with humans for who knows how many generations. I heard the beast traits they still have left on their bodies are probably only...”
Mela lifted a hand and gestured above her head.
“Ears... or a tail, something like that.”
“Th... that’s... beast-ear girls?”
Muen’s eyes widened.
“That’s actually something that exists in this world?”
“Mm? And you still say you aren’t a pervert?”
Mela’s smile wasn’t quite a smile.
“What, want to make a trip?”
“Cough, cough.”
Muen coughed dryly.
“Let’s forget that. I don’t need to go disturb them, and I’m definitely not a pervert either. Beast-ear girls and stuff are totally not my type, okay?”
That’s right. He totally didn’t like beast-ear girls.
It’s just that...
Uncontrollably, images started appearing in Muen’s mind—like [N O V E L I G H T] a cat-eared Senior Sister, a rabbit-eared Liya, and Anna with dog ears and a collar...
Not good. A nosebleed was about to come out...
