The Broken Possessors of the Infinite Regression Academy - Chapter 261



Chapter 261 – Side Story: Group Project – 3

“He’s gone.”

Laura put down her teacup. Priscilla, who had been sitting in a loaf-like position, rubbing her face against the spot where Mira had just been, seeking warmth, also got up.

Clank, Priscilla, still with her eyes full of regret, locked the door to the room. It would be meaningless if she returned through the dimensional gate like she left, but it never happened when she came, so it would be okay.

“Now that Mira is gone, I think we should continue our group project.”

Rosaria blushed at Laura’s indifferent words.

“Seriously, why group project? There are many other good names for it. There’s also something like collective intelligence.”

“We’re in a situation where we’re dragging along a troll who’s been eating up his share and trying to get by without paying, so doesn’t that naturally fit the definition of a group project? It’s really unfortunate that you still haven’t acknowledged such a simple fact, Rosaria.”

“Troll!”

Rosaria jumped up. Laura’s lips curled into a sneer as she watched.

“Look down. What kind of person is a troll if they have such a big chest and haven’t even done a proper physical attack? Priscilla even suggested a date with them first.”

“… …Why am I giving an example?”

This time, Priscilla made a pouty expression, but perhaps because she felt a prick in her own way, she did not react further than that.

“You kissed me from the first time we met, and as if that wasn’t enough, you even suggested having s*x, and when Mira was heading to the realm of the demon, you even said you could wear the saint’s clothes if you wanted and told me to come back alive. So why can’t you eat it even if I put it in your mouth now that the table is set? If you have to chew it up and put it down your throat, you should have told me in advance. I’ll give you a time and place.”

“Oh, no! At that time, I was desperate in my own way, so I did that… … but.”

Rosaria, who was trying to make an excuse somehow, stopped talking and cautiously looked at the two people’s expressions. She couldn’t help it because of her situation. It was a bit much to say that she was desperate in front of those two people.

Laura had been unable to regain her memories of being completely destroyed, and Priscilla had become so cruel because of the regression.

But what about the ice-cream maker Yoo Chae-won? She only has four. Of course, in terms of time, it’s 20 years, which is almost the same amount of time she lived on Earth as Yoo Chae-won, but the problem is that the other two are so overwhelmingly overwhelming.

It was obvious that Rosaria had the conscience to understand that it was not right to be desperate in front of such people. Laura snickered.

“I don’t care. It’s not like you didn’t suffer because we’re special. You took pictures of yourself in your underwear to show off your body, but you’re too scared to even create a Star Star ID. That’s just the behavior of a timid girl.”

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“… … .”

That wasn’t what I was saying. Rosaria was trembling.

“If you know, then prepare to listen quietly.”

“yes.”

Rosaria, who had given up on rebelling, sat down quietly next to him. Laura took out her smartphone, flipped through something, and stopped somewhere.

“Today, I’m going to introduce the most classic play a nun can do. It’s creating a glory hole in the confessional.”

“… … Glory Hole?”

“Oh, do I have to explain that first? I assumed you would already know that based on my own standards. That was a mistake.”

Laura, no, before coming to this world, the possessed woman Lee Seo-ah was what is commonly called a pervert. A male-oriented pervert, which is quite rare among women.

Even Priscilla, who was so immersed in subculture that she would hear her mother say that she was worthless as if it were a morning greeting, was far from Laura’s equal.

A woman who set foot in a male-oriented society knew that all kinds of trouble would come if she revealed her identity, so she thoroughly hid her identity and operated, but that was how it was.

If not, I would never have thought of writing a dark fantasy novel with a crazy protagonist as my first work, or a yuri romance novel with a male protagonist as my second work.

“Th, th, th! You want me to do something like that?! Me?!”

So, I knew pretty well what kind of actions I had to take to arouse a man’s desire.

After hearing the explanation of what a Glory Hole was, Rosaria was startled and stepped aside, covering her mouth. Laura clicked her tongue as if to ask why she was making such a fuss.

“Since ancient times, having a relationship with a nun in a monastery or a cathedral has been a great material for satisfying s*xual fantasies. No wonder it has even been preserved as a work of art.”

“Is that true?”

It was an explanation to Rosaria, but Latina reacted out of the blue.

Now that I think about it, isn’t that person closer to a traditional nun? Rosaria is more of a saint. Laura looked back and forth between the saint and the nun. The two words were similar, but they had to be clearly distinguished.

“I got some good information. Thank you, Laura.”

“I didn’t really plan on doing it… … but if it helped, I’ll leave it as a debt.”

“… … I’m just saying, don’t ask for something too expensive for just that one thing.”

“Don’t worry. Anyway, if you want, you can build a cathedral on Earth, right? For now, there—”

Laura’s help to Rosaria wasn’t out of compassion or out of concern for her comrades.

I thought it was more fun this way.

I wanted to see a person who had no tolerance to the point of overreacting to a single glory hole act in a way that was shameful and bearable, as he requested.

Even the help was limited to Rosaria. Elisier, that human, somehow had even harder tastes than Lee Seo-ah during her prime.

He said it was because of the mummy, but his argument was half-convincing.

“… … Now, if Mira asks what religion you believe in, just put your mouth up to the hole and say this.”

Not to mention the succubus queen.

“Oral s*x.”

“Ugh.”

‘I almost got into trouble.’

I felt a sense of relief as I looked down at the undead, who was kicking and struggling on the floor. In his left hand, he was holding a large, old-fashioned musket pistol that looked completely out of place in dark fantasy.

After leaving him alone, I reinforced the surrounding walls more thoroughly and fixed the gun’s muzzle to one side so that he would be tied up like this and would be released if someone entered the passage.

This was a hidden boss that existed in the area I took as a motif. He held a cursed sword that was said to grant him immortal life, but he became an undead and lived forever.

The sword in his hand can only be drawn when there is an enemy, so he tries to break through the wall by shooting the gun, and the player has to hear the sound and break the wall to find it.

But when I followed the motif, I forgot the setting that you can only draw your sword when there’s an enemy, and only brought the setting that you shoot a gun. Thanks to that, when I came looking for him, he had almost broken the wall by swinging his sword.

It’s a good thing I remembered it now, otherwise I would have turned all the students who came here into a mess right from the beginning.

“It’s a fork in the road. Which way should I go?”

Professor Jaina’s voice was heard from outside.

‘already?’

Given his personality, he probably wouldn’t have done it half-heartedly. Even if his power was limited, it seems like a professor is still a professor.

I quickly hid myself with a stealth spell. It would be hard to find me if I was in perfect condition, but I could only use student-level magic. It would be even harder if I was facing a 2.5m-tall undead right in front of me.

“This way. The wall broke down not too long ago. It doesn’t look like a trap.”

The distance had become much closer, and the restraints surrounding the hidden boss were released. The guy stood up proudly and pulled out the sword on his back. The purple blade emitted an ominous light.

Jaina, holding a sword, appeared immediately. After that, the original Jaina and Jaina holding a staff appeared one after another. And as soon as I saw the hidden boss holding a sword and a pistol, I instinctively prepared to fight.

Clink, the hidden boss spun his musket around. A shield appeared in front of Jaina, who was holding her sword.

-Tatatatatata tang!

Within seconds the muskets were spewing fire and smoke.

The hidden boss’s pistol burst, which had become something of a meme as people asked him why he was using a gun when he was a prosecutor in his past life, began firing 12 shots in a row according to the number of people.

“Have you all been informed of the gate entry order? Just go in. Let’s just take it easy and visit three places today.”

Jaina’s words, which were accompanied by playful jeers, were met with a flurry of laughter as she raised her sword. Of course, Jaina was not even blinking, but was urging them to hurry up and get in, tapping the floor with her sword.

The students with their bleary eyes walked with unsteady steps. Leona and Elisier, at least, looked less tired, but they were only relatively less tired. In fact, they were in a state of shock.

All the groups disappeared beyond the overlapping gates, and Jaina patted the seat next to me with her hand, leaving me alone. I sat down obediently next to her.

“What was that guy doing yesterday? He was shooting something interesting.”

“I designed it to be a distraction. The real attack is with the sword.”

I had no intention of spreading guns in this world, so I designed it to be a little less lethal but much louder. So that you’d think, “If you’re going to use that, why not just use magic?”

“It definitely caught people’s attention because the sound was loud. What happens if I get hit?”

“I feel bad.”

“It’s an incredibly dangerous weapon.”

Jaina laughed and used observation magic. The inside appeared in the form of a hologram. Jaina, who was examining a dozen holograms at the same time, moved one toward me.

“The warrior and Ciel, right?”

“Yes. Thank you, Professor.”

“What? It’s something I should do.”

The hologram showed a group consisting of Leona, Elisier, and an unknown female student breaking through the gate. Then, at one point, their feet stopped.

Leona pursed her lips as she almost got covered in mud spraying from the ceiling and the walls on both sides.

“Looking at the shape of his lips, Mira, this bad guy, is doing this.”

“… … It must be my imagination.”

“He’s a bad guy, but what? A mud trap? If I get hit by it, both my body and my mood will get dirty.”

The original was lava, but isn’t this better?

“That’s right. Did you hear the news?”

Jaina opened her mouth from her busy observation of the students.

“I don’t know what the news is, but I don’t think you’ve heard it.”

“There’s that guy in the Legion Commander’s basement locked up in the Wizard’s Guild. The biological experiments are all done, and they’re sending him here for testing. They said it’s safe, so don’t worry.”

Stand up, stop the hand.

“… …What are you doing?”