Chapter 123

Suggestive? This Barely Counts as Suggestive?

Suggestive? This Barely Counts as Suggestive? - I Became a Couple Breaker in a Romance Fantasy - Penguin Squad

Chapter 123

Suggestive? This Barely Counts as Suggestive?

'Isn't that thing about to burst?'

I almost felt sorry for the shirt buttons straining against her chest.

The fabric's wrinkles were stretched so tight they looked like they'd pop any second.

Rather than being laid bare like a dress, it trapped that enormous volume inside the ascetic frame of a shirt, and that only violently stoked my imagination.

Then, a memory suddenly surfaced.

-Hey, you really don't know anything. The real turn-on isn't the blatant stuff but the subtle kind that shows through, and even more than that, the pinnacle of a man's dream is office wear that covers everything yet drives his imagination crazy. Got it?

'I wondered what someone of the opposite sex could know to say something like that.'

The insane philosophy my older sister had preached over beer in my past life was now being realized right before my eyes.

So that's why she'd praised it with such foaming enthusiasm.

This destructive power of drawing every eye even while everything was covered.

'Mm... no.'

I gulped and quickly dragged my gaze up toward her face.

My mind was being polluted.

Still, I think I'd prefer the flowy, lavish dress type.

"Focus, Cassian."

Professor Iris cut off my stray thoughts in a low voice.

A faint trace of mana began to rise from her palm.

"I will check the flow of mana inside your body. Cast it."

"Yes."

I shook off the useless stray thoughts and stared at the empty space ahead.

[Ability Activated : Fixer]

[Remaining Uses Today : 2/3]

Water-attribute magic.

As for the power, just make it nicely pretty.

The moment my will was translated through the ability and poured out into reality.

Wooooooong───!

The air of the training ground seemed to grow damp.

Chaaaaaa!

'Ah, cut the bullshit already, please.'

Mana shot out from my fingertips and sent a massive ripple through the air.

Droplets began to bead into existence in midair, and soon a wall of water rose high into the sky, enclosing Professor Iris and me in a circle.

Twaaaang!

The water column, like a waterfall reversed, cut off all sight and sound from outside.

In an instant, only Professor Iris and I were left inside the narrow column of water.

It felt like this was what being cut off from the world was like.

Sunlight from outside passed through the water wall and refracted into a dazzling blue glow that bathed us.

Shhhhhh―.

Only the cool white noise of the rotating water column filled the space.

'Honestly, I'm not all that surprised anymore.'

If I had to be surprised, I could at least react with something like, 'Water magic this strong in a place without water?!'

'But seriously, this is ridiculous.'

I had definitely been trying to fire something like a nicely pretty water cannon or a high-pressure cutter.

So why the hell did it turn into this insanely romantic, sealed-room water dome?

At this rate, it would look like I was setting the mood to seduce my teacher.

This was exactly the kind of scene that begged to make me look guilty.

I cautiously checked Professor Iris's expression.

I was tense, worried she might say, 'A disciple dares to harbor impure intentions? How impressive,' and slam a lightning punch into my solar plexus.

'She's just standing there quietly.'

Maybe I'd been so soaked in romance that my paranoia had gone into overdrive, because Professor Iris seemed to have absolutely no interest in the atmosphere inside the water-filled sealed room.

Instead, she was still focusing all her attention on the palm she'd pressed against my chest.

Her eyes were hazy and unfocused like someone bewitched, and the faint breaths she let out at a steady rhythm scattered over my chest.

'Yeah. Our teacher Iris really wasn't an ordinary woman after all.'

I keep forgetting because she has such a gorgeous face, and she blushes and panics whenever I tease her.

I'm the only one who treats her familiarly in my head and refuses to acknowledge her authority.

This person, once outside the academy, is called a genius obsessed with magic, a great mage whose authority rivals that of most tower lords.

While being taught by someone like that.

The only one who'd assign meaning to the forced atmosphere created by water magic and blush over it would be a fake mage like me.

'I really do have to give her credit for her academic zeal. Let's not worry about pointless things.'

I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again, feeling a strange sense of relief at the same time.

[Ability Deactivated]

"It's finished."

That was when I calmly lowered my hand.

Whoooosh.

The water barrier that had surged high into the sky began to lose its shape and collapse.

But then.

"……???"

Since it was water made with a click of a button, I thought it would quietly turn to vapor or evaporate once the ability ended.

'Why isn't it disappearing?'

So it doesn't automatically disappear all nice and dry when the duration ends?

No way, was it just going to free-fall?

Swoooooooosh!!!

Ah.

The moment it lost mana control, the water column submitted to gravity.

"Move...!"

I shouted in panic and tried to wrap my arms around Professor Iris's shoulders, but.

SPLAAAAASH!!!

"Ah...!"

Before we could even dodge, the deluge pouring from the sky slammed mercilessly onto the tops of our heads.

In an instant, the training ground floor became a sea of water, and Professor Iris and I were soaked through.

Thick drops dripped down from my hair.

"...Haa."

I brushed back my wet bangs and let out a hollow sigh.

My school jacket had soaked up so much water it was heavy, and my shoes were full of water, squelching underfoot.

I was drenched in the most embarrassing way possible.

I don't even carry spare underwear, so I'm completely screwed.

For now, as the disciple, I wiped the water from my eyes to clear my vision and take care of my teacher.

And the moment my gaze reached the woman in front of me.

"Teacher, are you all righ..."

I really, literally forgot how to breathe and froze there like stone.

Professor Iris, too, was soaked from head to toe just like me, but the visual impact was on a completely different level.

Never mind that her soft black hair was wet and clinging viciously to her white nape and cheeks.

The thin white shirt she was wearing.

That shirt had soaked up so much water it clung completely to her skin.

Through the transparent wet fabric.

her black lace-trimmed underwear, and that monstrous volume that had been stirring my imagination since earlier, were laid bare without the slightest mercy.