These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy

After a few minutes of completely breaking down, the teacher fell into a strange, heavy silence.

Something inside me warned that touching her at a time like this would be extremely dangerous... my danger radar was screaming at me.

So I quietly, silently, began stepping backward... maybe if I just slipped out of the library...

Clatter!

The chair scraped violently as Ms. Yang suddenly shot to her feet and yanked me back by the collar after I had only managed to retreat a couple of steps.

"You... you!"

"Uh... Teacher?"

Ms. Yang was gripping my collar, pulling me close to her—way too close! Our chests were practically touching!

But she seemed too agitated to care about something like that, her scarlet pupils glaring at me as she shouted, "Tell me! How did you break my illusion spell?! Normal people are supposed to see me as an ugly woman! Why can you see my true form?!"

"Uh-uh-uh... I don’t know..."

You’re asking me?! I want to know too! I just said that long name out loud, and you suddenly turned into this... Could it be that your name is actually some kind of transformation spell!?

"Don’t try to play dumb! Tell me! How exactly did you do it?!"

But no matter how innocent I looked, Ms. Yang wasn’t buying it. She kept grabbing my collar, screaming hysterically.

"Uh... I really don’t know what happened, suddenly I could just see weird text above everyone’s heads. Like, above you, it says Lilith Succubus Inno—"

"Stop! Don’t say—"

Ms. Yang’s expression changed dramatically mid-sentence, and she hurriedly reached out to cover my mouth, but I was already mid-word and blurted out the final syllable without thinking. By then, it was already too late.

"...cent... uh?"

Another flash of white light burst out, but this time, it wasn’t just from Ms. Yang—my own body started glowing too. A wave of heat rushed up from the soles of my feet, through my stomach and chest, all the way to the top of my head. Immediately afterward, my forehead started aching like I’d eaten too much ice cream.

"Uwah! What the hell is this?!"

Pain! Pain! Pain!

It hurt even worse than getting smacked in the head by that unknown flying object yesterday! Ahhh, just let me faint already! Why can’t I faint this time?!

Suddenly, Ms. Yang’s hand released my collar, and I collapsed backward onto the floor, clutching my head in agony.

When you’re in pain, your perception of time really does slow down... When the hell is this gonna end?!

I didn’t know how long it took, but by the time the splitting pain in my skull finally started to subside, my forehead and back were soaked with sweat... I forced my eyes open, vision still spinning a bit. Shaking my head, the dizziness finally lessened a little.

I staggered to my feet with the help of the bookshelf and looked over toward Ms. Yang—only to find her collapsed across the desk, papers and books scattered everywhere.

Honestly, she looked even worse than me. What the hell was that just now? A psychic shock?

"Teacher?" I called tentatively.

Ms. Yang’s upper body jerked slightly... and somehow, I got the distinct feeling that something very bad was about to happen. Maybe I should leave right now...

While I was hesitating, Ms. Yang slowly lifted her head, tilting it back slightly to glare at me through a messy curtain of hair.

She looked even more broken than before, her bloodshot eyes merging with her naturally scarlet pupils, making her seem even more terrifying.

Such a waste of such a pretty face... No, even like this, she still looked unbelievably beautiful. That face was seriously top-tier.

"You... just now... spoke my 'True Name' right in front of me?"

"Uh..."

True Name? Was she talking about that long string of words? So it really was her real name...

"To think... to think..."

Bad! I had a really bad feeling!

An intense wave of killing intent surged from Ms. Yang—just like the one I felt when I pissed off Lillian Ji at the cafeteria earlier!

And her title had gone "red"!

Things were definitely not looking good. Ms. Yang’s whole face looked like it had short-circuited.

"I’ll kill you!"

She stomped up onto the table and leapt at me, skirt flying up enough that I accidentally caught a glimpse of her underwear—pink, polka-dotted, and shockingly childish. No, no, no! Now’s not the time to think about that!

She was charging right at me!

"Uwah! Don’t come near me!"

Because the dizziness hadn’t completely worn off, my legs were still wobbly—I couldn’t run away. All I could do was crouch down and clutch my head, screaming.

...One second. Two seconds. Three seconds passed. Nothing happened?

Just as that thought crossed my mind, I heard a loud thud right above me.

I opened my eyes and peeked upward through my fingers—only to see Ms. Yang, hair completely disheveled, having slammed her forehead against the edge of the bookshelf. She had hit it so hard that there was a visible dent in the shelf, and blood was trickling down from her forehead.

"...Teacher...?"

I watched as Ms. Yang trembled all over, stumbled back a few steps—and then, like a volcano erupting, she collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

She sobbed so hard, tears pouring down her face like a broken string of pearls.

She sat on the floor like a little duckling, tilted her head back slightly, and wiped at her tears with the back of her hand—but no matter how much she wiped, she couldn’t stop crying. It was such a childish way to cry, and yet, despite the extreme contrast with her mature appearance, it didn’t feel unnatural at all. It made her seem even more delicate, like someone you just wanted to wrap up and comfort.

Even though I had no idea why she had suddenly broken down like this, there was no way I could just stand there and watch a woman cry. Triggered by the universal male instinct to comfort a crying girl, I cautiously approached the collapsed Ms. Yang.

Of course, it wasn’t because I wanted to hug her—I just wanted to comfort her and figure out what was going on.

I believe that all problems can be solved through communication!

Just as I got close enough to pat her shoulder and offer some words of comfort, Ms. Yang suddenly grabbed my collar again and sobbed, "I’m finished! Now you’ll definitely make me do this and that, force me into embarrassing poses... I’ll never be able to protect my purity again!"

"Wait, wait! Ms. Yang, what are you talking about?! Calm down!"

"Uuuh... ahh... this reaction... WAAAAAAAH! I knew it, I knew it, you...!"

Whoa! She’s so strong! Wait, stop, don’t shake me! My head’s still spinning...!

My uniform was about to get ripped apart!

Rip—

A long tear appeared along the collar of my school uniform, then instantly split all the way from my shoulder to my sleeve. Both the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} blazer and the shirt underneath were shredded!

Wow, it actually ripped! What kind of garbage quality uniform is this?! No—more importantly, why is her strength so monstrous?!

Even after tearing my clothes, Ms. Yang didn’t stop. She kept sobbing and babbling nonsense.

"Why, why did it have to be you?! A student, no less... Uuuh... now I’m going to become my student’s plaything... used and abused every day..."

Honestly, she looked so beautiful right now it really made a guy want to do something, but I wasn’t that kind of person! I, Ethan An, would never do something like that!

I have to make her understand that!

Filled with firm resolve, I shouted loudly:

"I’m not going to do anything to you!"

The crying stopped abruptly—and at the same time, the evening study bell rang.

"......"

Ms. Yang stared at me blankly, and only after the bell stopped ringing did she timidly ask:

"............You really won’t do anything to me?"

"Really! Absolutely!"

"You won’t make me wake you up every morning by biting you, or train me into a slave, or make me entertain big burly men with my body?"

Pfffft!

What the hell kind of messed-up scenarios are you imagining?!

You seriously call yourself an Innocent-Type Succubus?! Why is your whole brain filled with hentai plots?! This is straight out of some eroge, isn’t it!?

Don’t ask me how I know what an eroge is... It’s just... I picked up some "extra knowledge" while playing maid simulation games, okay...? Cough cough...

"I won’t! Absolutely not! Why would you even think that?!"

"Because men are all creatures who think with their lower halves! Once they’re tired of a woman, they just toss her aside, turning her into public property, a communal toilet, a communal—"

"Hey! That’s way too extreme! I’ll admit a lot of men are shallow and visual creatures, but not all of them! Some are different—like me!"

"...Really?"

"Really! Absolutely! Truer than true! Truer than truth itself! Truer than halal certification!"

"Halal certification is often fake though..."

"Uh... well, anyway, I’m not lying!"

Who would’ve thought I’d have a day where I had to argue and sweet-talk like this... Was today my fated disaster day? If I had known, I would’ve just stayed home and called in sick...

"Have you ever seen me lie before? I, Ethan An, am a man who never lies!"

And that’s the truth. I had never told a lie. If I made a promise, I would keep it no matter what. If I swore an oath, I would do everything to uphold it. That’s why I rarely made promises lightly—I always thought it through carefully first.

"Uuu..."

Ms. Yang still looked uneasy.

Since that was the case, I decided to make a vow to put her at ease.

"Alright then, I swear: if I ever do anything scummy to you, I’ll immediately explode on the spot!"

The moment I said those words, there was a buzzing sound in my head, like something had wrapped itself around me.

I was still wondering what the hell that was when Ms. Yang suddenly made a strange noise:

"Mm~ mmhmm~"

Why are you moaning like that all of a sudden... your face is turning red...

Ugh... Why does this whole scene feel so... Yellow...?

Ms. Yang was seriously like a natural-born seductress right now, the kind that could topple kingdoms.

Luckily, I had already mastered the art of entering sage mode at will. No matter how gorgeous she looked, it was all just flesh and bone—nothing more.

After giving me a complicated look, Ms. Yang finally straightened her clothes, stood up, and reluctantly said something that made my jaw drop:

"Alright... I’ll trust you this once... Master."

"...Yeah, exactly, I... huh?"

She—Ms. Yang—she just called me what?

Master...

Mas-ter?!