Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“He’s gone.”

Laura put down her teacup. Priscilla, who had been sitting in a bread position, rubbing her face on the spot where Mira had just been, also got up.

Click, Priscilla locked the door to the club room, even though it would be meaningless if Mira returned through a dimensional door as he had left.

“Now that Mira is gone, let’s continue with our group project.”

Laura’s nonchalant suggestion made Rosalia cringe.

“Why do we have to do a group project? There are plenty of other good names, like collective intelligence.”

“Since we have a troll who has massively messed up her share of the work and is now trying to freeload, it naturally falls under the definition of a group project. It’s very regrettable that you still haven’t accepted this simple fact, Rosalia.”

“A troll?!”

Rosalia jumped up in protest. Laura, on the other hand, wore a smirk as she looked at her.

“Look down at yourself. With those huge breasts, you still haven’t been able to make a proper physical advance. Aren’t you a troll behaving like this? Even Priscilla proposed a date as the first step.”

“……Why am I the example?”

Priscilla pouted, but she didn’t say anything further, perhaps because she felt a bit guilty herself.

“From the very first kiss to the proposal of having a feast, and even when Mira was about to enter the domain of the Demon God, you said you would wear a saint’s robe if he wanted. Yet, now that the stage is set, why are you hesitating to take the bait? If you want us to chew it and put it in your mouth, just say so. We’ll prepare the time and place.”

“Ah, no! I did that because I was desperate at the time……”

Rosalia tried to explain, but she stopped midway and cautiously glanced at the two of them. Given her circumstances, it was understandable that she felt uncomfortable mentioning the word “desperate” in front of them.

Laura had sealed away the memory of her own mental breakdown and had yet to recover it, while Priscilla’s somewhat ditzy personality was a result of the influence of the regressions.

As for the Yu Chaewon, she had only experienced four regressions so far. Of course, in terms of time, it amounted to twenty years, almost matching the period she had lived as Yu Chaewon on Earth, but the other two had far more overwhelming experiences.

It was understandable that Rosalia felt uncomfortable mentioning the word “desperate” in front of them. Laura smirked.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not that you didn’t suffer while the rest of us did. It’s just that your body is more modest than your mind. Even though you took semi-nude photos to show off your figure, you were too timid to create a separate ID for that.”

“……”

Rosalia trembled in anger.

“Alright, now sit down and listen quietly.”

“Yes.”

Rosalia, having given up on resisting, obediently sat down next to Laura. Laura took out her smartphone and started swiping through something before stopping at a particular point.

“Today, I’ll introduce you to the most classic play a nun can do: confessing in the glory hole.”

“……Glory hole?”

“Ah, it seems I need to explain that first. I judged that you would know about it since it’s common knowledge from my perspective. My mistake.”

Laura, or more accurately, the Lee Seo-ah before coming to this world, was what one would call a “male-oriented geek.” She was quite rare among women who delved into male-oriented subcultures.

Even Priscilla, who was often shamelessly flaunting her figure in front of men, paled in comparison to Laura.

To avoid all sorts of trouble, Lee Seo-ah had kept her identity as a male-oriented geek a secret, only revealing it when absolutely necessary. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have written her first novel, a dark fantasy where the protagonist suffered immensely, or her second novel, a yuri romance featuring male characters.

“Tha, tha, that?! Are you telling me to do that?! Me?!”

Lee Seo-ah knew very well what kind of actions would arouse a man’s desires.

Upon hearing the explanation of a glory hole, Rosalia was so shocked that she covered her mouth and backed away. Laura clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Since ancient times, having relations with a nun in a monastery or a church has been an excellent subject to fulfill sexual fantasies. It’s so popular that it has even been depicted in art.”

“Is that really true?”

Latina, not Rosalia, reacted to the explanation.

Considering that Latina was actually closer to the traditional image of a nun, Laura looked back and forth between Rosalia and Latina. The two words, “nun” and “saint,” were similar yet distinct in their nuances.

“Thank you for the valuable information, Laura.”

“I didn’t intend for it to be helpful, but if it was, then consider it as a debt.”

“……Don’t ask for too much in return for just that. It’s not worth that much.”

“Don’t worry. Anyway, if you want, you can build a church on Earth, right? Start with thatㅡ”

Laura’s intention in helping Rosalia was not out of compassion or sympathy for her fellow classmate, but simply because she found it amusing.

She wanted to see Rosalia, who was so sensitive about such matters that she was overreacting to the mere mention of a glory hole, blush with embarrassment as she reluctantly followed Laura’s instructions.

Laura’s help was limited to Rosalia, and she had no intention of extending it to anyone else. As for Elysier, that girl had an even harder taste than Lee Seo-ah at her peak.

She claimed it was because of Mira, but the argument was only half-convincing.

“……If anyone asks what religion Mira believes in, just bring your mouth to the hole and say this.”

Not to mention the Succubus Queen.

“Oral sex.”

“Ack.”

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‘That was a close call.’

I looked down at the undead, who was struggling against the tight bonds on the floor, and breathed a sigh of relief. The undead held a large, old-fashioned musket pistol in its left hand, a weapon that seemed out of place in a dark fantasy setting.

After leaving the undead tied up, I reinforced the surrounding walls and fixed the gun’s muzzle to point in one direction. The idea was that when someone entered the passage, the restraints on the undead would be released.

This hidden boss was based on a character from the game I had drawn inspiration from. It had become an undead after being cursed by a cursed sword that granted eternal life. (WoW?)

The sword could only be drawn when there were enemies around, so the undead tried to shoot and break the walls with the gun. Players were meant to hear the sound of the gunshots and break the walls to find the hidden boss.

However, when I created this Gate, I forgot about the setting that the sword could only be drawn when there were enemies and only brought over the part about the gunshots. As a result, when I arrived, the undead had almost broken through the walls with its sword.

If I hadn’t remembered in time, I would have accidentally created a trap that would have caused the students to fail miserably in the early stages.

“Which way should we go?”

Jaina’s voice could be heard from outside.

‘Already?’

Knowing Jaina’s personality, she wouldn’t have done a half-hearted job. Even with her strength restricted, she was still a professor.

I quickly cast an invisibility spell to hide myself. In my current state, limited to using only student-level magic, it would be difficult for Jaina to find me, especially with a 2.5-meter-tall undead in front of me.

“This way. The wall was broken not long ago. It doesn’t seem like a trap.”

As they drew closer, the restraints on the hidden boss were released, and it stood up confidently, drawing the sword from its back. The purple blade shone with a sinister light.

Soon after, the sword-wielding Jaina appeared, followed by the original Jaina and the staff-wielding Jaina. Upon seeing the hidden boss with the sword and pistol, they reflexively prepared for battle.

Click, the hidden boss spun the musket, and in response, a defensive barrier appeared in front of the sword-wielding Jaina.

ㅡTatatatatatat!

The musket began to spew fire and smoke.

In my previous life, there was a meme about a swordsman using a gun, and now, the hidden boss’s pistol shots, which were originally meant to be 6 shots, turned into a 12-shot barrage, matching the number of people present.

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“You all know the order of entry into the Gate, right? Go ahead. Today, let’s just go through three of them casually.”

At the sword-wielding Jaina’s words, playful jeers erupted from the students. Of course, Jaina ignored them and continued to tap the floor with her sword, urging them to hurry up and enter.

The students, with weary eyes, slowly made their way forward. Leona and Elysierr looked a little less tired than the others, but in reality, they were all in the same boat.

As the last group disappeared into the Gate, Jaina patted the empty space next to her, indicating for me to sit there. I obediently sat down beside her.

“What was that thing yesterday? It shot something strange.”

“It was designed to divert attention. The real attacks are made with the sword.”

I had no intention of spreading guns in this world, so I reduced their lethality a little but increased the sound they made. The idea was to make people think that it would be better to use magic instead of that weapon.

“The sound is loud enough to draw attention. What happens if you get hit?”

“It makes you feel bad.”

“That’s an incredibly dangerous weapon.”

Jaina laughed and used an observation spell. The interior of the Gate appeared as a hologram-like projection. Jaina scrolled through the dozens of holograms until she found one showing Leona, Ciel, and an unknown female student in a group. As they progressed through the Gate, they suddenly stopped.

Leona, about to be covered in mud from the ceiling and side walls, puckered his lips.

“The way your lips are shaped, I bet Mira, that jerk, is thinking something like this.”

“……It’s just my imagination.”

“He’s a jerk, alright. A mud trap? Getting covered in mud would make anyone feel gross.”

The original was lava, so this was a bit better, wasn’t it?

“Hey, did you hear the news?”

Jaina, who had been busy observing the students, suddenly spoke up.

“I don’t know what news you’re talking about, but I assume I haven’t heard it.”

“The Elder Lich, who’s been locked up in the basement of the Magician’s Association, is being sent here because they’re done with the biological experiments. They said it’s safe, so don’t worry.”

I froze, my hand stopping mid-air.

“……What are they going to do?”