After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me - Chapter 295



295 – Side Story: Teacher’s Day (2)

Among priests.

If you think about it carefully, the relationship between teacher and student is bound to be one-way. A relationship in which the teacher only gives unilaterally to the student. It is also extremely vertical.

The teacher is strong.

The disciple is weak.

Time passes in that naturalness.

And someday we will meet.

The moment when the relationship between strength and weakness is reversed.

This is the moment when I become stronger than my teacher, who I always thought was stronger than me.

Now that he has grown tremendously since the war with the Blood Demon.

I have definitely surpassed my teacher.

And neither of us were prepared for that situation.

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“I like my students!”

Master shouted that with tightly closed eyes.

If you look closely, it seemed like a confession from a shy girl, and it was even more so because her cheeks were stained pink.

Ha.

A sigh that comes out without me knowing.

“I’m sorry!”

Because of this, the teacher who misunderstood immediately apologized.

No. It’s not a sigh I let out because of Master’s words. This is it – it was close to a biological reaction.

It’s a biological response to seeing something too cute.

“…Won’t you run away?”

Master is so cute, why do you run away?

A grown man is looking up at me like a downcast rabbit, and it breaks my heart.

I sat next to Master.

In my view, Master’s confession is a sudden leap.

In fact, it was most likely not a confession but something else.

Quiet people tend to quickly say what’s on their mind.

So.

“I will listen.”

“…Yes?”

“Master’s sincerity. I will listen to whatever you have to say. Starting with why you were so sad today.”

Master quietly looked up at me.

Then he blinks his eyes a few times.

It’s cute and cute at the same time.

The sight of the teacher hesitating is enough to make you smile.

I feel like I’m committing a crime when I smile at my teacher because he’s cute.

I really had to suppress the corners of my mouth with all my might.

Master fidgeted and opened his mouth.

“Today, that’s right. My student didn’t come… That’s why I was sad. I guess I was a poor teacher.”

“But in my opinion, Master, you are still respected and great.”

“Well, still! Now my student has become stronger than me…”

“And?”

“…I like my student a lot, so I keep worrying about him.”

This is already the second time I’ve said it’s good.

Master added hastily.

“Well, of course, as a teacher! I’m still worried. But I don’t have anything to teach you. I’m just saying. It’s sad…”

Master lowered his head.

In short, Master’s story was like this.

1. I still want to take care of my students.

2. But the disciple becomes stronger than you.

3. Therefore, I worried that I would no longer need myself as a teacher.

I thought maybe I should hug my teacher now.

“You can lean on me sometimes, Master.”

Master shook his head.

“I can’t act weakly. He always looks like he’s having a hard time. I can’t worry about him…”

Master pursed his lips.

Tears running down her eyes

“I feel stupid. Ever since my student became stronger than me, I’ve always wanted to lean on him. I feel strange… I’m sorry, student, for showing me like this.”

It’s a sign of the Master’s weakness. A part of my heart ached when I saw it for the first time. But it wasn’t all that sad.

If Master has done everything for me so far, it means that now it is my turn to return her her love her

“Once a teacher, always a teacher.”

She must have been moved by what I said, so she let out a sigh! She shrugged her shoulders loudly.

The bottle gets caught in the movement and falls.

I hastily grabbed the bottle.

The problem was the pile of documents next to the table.

Tap!

Documents poured out.

This couldn’t be stopped.

Even I don’t have four hands.

And the books hidden inside were revealed.

[Teacher and disciple…]

“…”

What is this?

“Ahh!”

A surprised voice full of shame.

A voice I had never heard before came out of Master’s mouth.

When I came to my senses, Master had already hastily closed the book with his upper body.

The book was obscured by her forearms and chest…

— Tuk

In the aftermath of the rush, one more book fell from the pile of documents.

The pages of this book were even spread out on the desk.

This line was written on the slightly wrinkled page, as if it had been reread several times.

— Something like this…

— If you brag about your students, that’s okay.

— I can’t do it…

Master noticed it too late and took the book into his arms his his his …

It was already too late.

The tips of her white ears were dyed bright red.

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Asilia was so embarrassed that she wanted to die.

I was caught reading an erotic novel that I had read for the first time in my life.

That too to the disciple.

No.

Maybe she just wanted to die.

Because they were all novels in which a teacher and a student appeared.

‘I can’t raise my head.’

Asilia was gentle, but at the same time always confident, but this time she just couldn’t raise her head.

My face turned red, like it was on fire.

Asilia suddenly remembered the reason why this incident occurred.

‘I shouldn’t have given in to the temptation of a blood woman.’

After everything is finished.

Asilia spent more time with her blood daughter.

At first, it was her wariness about her her her her blood girl her her her wandering around her her disciple that caused her to start talking to her.

‘But surprisingly, there were many things that were true.’

There was a common topic of conversation: Shale Bridge and Richard. I also knew a lot about the disciples. Above all, I was very curious about why her student had this woman nearby.

I did.

Of course, recently.

— Seolhwageomje. Is there anything that bothers you these days? Tell your wife.

I seemed to be indifferent but my feelings were revealed to the charming blood girl.

Joy that her disciple has become stronger than Asilia herself.

And she was so confused that she had nothing more to teach him and that she had to let go of her beloved student.

— From my perspective, it seems like she is too wrapped up in the relationship between her teacher and student. There is a good book, so read it.

The blood girl just threw away three or four books and left.

『Disciple’s Secret Lesson』

『Tonight is not a time between priests and priests. Maybe tomorrow too』

『I was eaten by the disciple who raised me』

Just looking at the title, it’s a subpar novel.

But rather, I was curious about it.

I wonder what on earth is written in novels like that.

I was just going to open it up a bit.

—Sarak.

‘…!’

Asilia froze as she turned one page.

A story about a student who kisses his teacher right from the start.

How can there be such a shallow story? Our disciples would never do something like this…

You have to close the book.

I have to cover it…

—Sarak.

Asilia turned one more page.

It was pure curiosity. What on earth would a teacher and student do when they meet secretly in the middle of the night?

It was really just curiosity.

So she read all three books.

Over and over again.

‘And before I knew it, I was the teacher in the novel.’

The disciple…

“Master, are you okay?”

Ian’s voice dragged Asilia back to reality.

Asilia reflexively raised her head and hastily made an excuse.

“Oh, it’s a misunderstanding, student. I’ve never imagined something like that with my student…”

I have to say there has never been one.

Her mouth did not fall.

Because, what is in front of Asilia’s eyes is a precious student. Because she can’t lie to her student.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Her Her Her self-pity Her Her Her is foolish.

I felt so sorry for my disciple that the teacher was such a fool.

“Master. I understand everything.”

Ian actually comforted Asilia.

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“No matter what book you read or what you do, I am still your disciple.”

“No. As a teacher, you have to set an example.”

“I still have a lot to learn from you, Master.”

“Even to this unskilled teacher?”

“Yes. No matter who you look at, the confident smile of a teacher…”

Benevolence.

Elegance.

A firm standard hidden within a soft inner self.

A way of looking at the world.

Ian lined up various things while looking into Asilia’s eyes.

The sight was like that of a student whose eyes were shining as she learned something for the first time, and Asilia’s depressed heart melted away like snow without her knowledge.

Asilia looked up at her student.

Even though my body has become great and I have grown a lot.

Then and now.

Ian is such a great student.

“The disciple…”

“Yes?”

“Why is the disciple so perfect?”

Asilia quietly watched the corner of Ian’s mouth rise.

“That’s right.”

A disciple with a brighter smile.

“I am Asilia’s disciple.”

He was more brilliant.

Tears are flowing.

Thinking that I couldn’t cry in front of my student, I burst out in tears.

“Why, why are you crying, Master?”

“Fool…”

It would have been nice if it was moderately cool.

Then, I wouldn’t have been so heartbroken and wouldn’t have had to think about my student every day.

“Disciple idiot…”

Thump thump.

Asilia patted her disciple’s chest.

Her hand her her her hurt.

It was hard and wide.

I could feel my disciple’s growth through my skin.

Her shoulders also broadened. Her arms she also got bigger.

Even the hands full of blood.

And the thicker body.

The power has become stronger…

It doesn’t work.

— Thump

It shouldn’t be like this.

— Boom, boom.

It really doesn’t work.

My heart keeps racing.

Every time the disciple’s body hit, Asilia’s heart beat so loudly that it felt like it was going to burst.

It has to stop.

Before she could even take her hand her away her, Ian grabbed Asilia’s hand her her her.

Even that power was strong enough to make your heart flutter.

“…Disciple.”

“Master.”

The two looked at each other for a moment.

In that silence, Asilia’s heart is pounding as if it will burst.

The disciple twitches his thick lips a few times and then opens her mouth.

“Do you want to do it?”

“…Yes?”

“Master, do you want to do it with me? I took a peek earlier. There was a scene like this in the novel you were reading.”

A disciple’s fastball comes in from nowhere.

Excited, Excited.

Her heart is beating so fast it feels like it will burst.

It’s been a while since I felt an unfamiliar pounding.

A feeling I felt for the first time that I had never felt with anyone else.

Just by reaching that thought.

“…Hmm.”

A shallow breath flowed from Asilia’s mouth

Asilia finally realized what kind of moan she had made and her face blushed deeply.

Asilia shook her head.

No.

This is what happens in the relationship between teacher and disciple.

It should not exist.

“Master, please just nod your head. I am ready.”

Nevertheless, the disciples did not go back down.

She grabbed her arm with her thick, long hand and wouldn’t let go.

“You said you would tell me the truth today.”

Thump, thump.

The disciple’s words become a heartbeat and knock on Asilia’s heart.

— Don’t get too caught up in the relationship between teacher and student.

Her blood daughter said so.

Take a look at Ian, who is not a disciple.

As she said, maybe Ian wasn’t just a student.

Ian was special.

In Richard’s Danjeon.

A self that was fading away in decades of darkness.

A savior who came to save her.

Asilia closed her eyes tightly towards him.

Perhaps Asilia had an intuition from then on.

Something like this will happen someday.

That’s right, this kid.

“…More, please attack me.”

It was the only flame in the dying darkness.

“Disciple.”

That is why he is a brilliant, eternal disciple of his own.