Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

After a recovery period of nearly a week, Maker, who had barely regained his composure, was heading towards the Demon King’s chamber with a busy stride.

The situation was dire. Already weakened by the destruction of his core, he had barely maintained his form when he was attacked by the dragon Meligor.

It was a close call to survive until the end by provoking Meligor rather than screaming and bouncing back to the demon realm. Maker’s last-ditch effort was akin to a desperate struggle.

If the merciful Demon King hadn’t taken his condition into account and postponed the report, he would have surely been interrogated right away.

“From now on, I won’t make any mistakes!”

With such thoughts and a spirited exhale, Maker was walking when someone suddenly plopped down on him. Long pink hair fluttered in all directions.

“Hey, Slime?”

“Who’s a slime! Who is it!”

It was more of a challenge than a greeting.

Maker reflexively stretched his body long, almost convulsively. The woman who witnessed his reaction chuckled.

“Yeah, Maker, your reaction is the most entertaining. Other guys have absolutely no sense of humor… To tease them with a joke and then push it to the limit, you’re really something. You almost tore your mouth open, didn’t you?”

“Don’t play around, Astaroth! To compare me to such low-level monsters as slimes! How dare you! You’re disqualified as a guest, disqualified!”

A new head sprouted beside Maker’s neck, extending all the way to the side of the pink-haired woman. Astaroth, as the woman was called, flicked the new head near her eyes while curling her tongue.

“Sorry, sorry. As an apology, if you make me a cock, I’ll suck it. How about that?”

Astaroth made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and brought it to her mouth. Between the ring, her pink tongue wagged. Despite Maker’s anger, she didn’t seem deflated at all.

Underneath her lewd gesture, she was almost naked, with sensual curves barely covered by clothing. If it weren’t for the long pink hair, she would have undoubtedly exposed even the parts women should keep hidden.

“Enough, just disappear! I have a very important mission to carry out now!”

“If you’re reporting to the Demon King, I am too. You know today is my regular reporting day, right? You’ve been stuck in the recovery room for over a week, delaying today’s report, so why are you accusing me like this?”

“….”

Maker, who had been stretching and shrinking his body in anger, suddenly fell silent. It was something he hadn’t thought of. If what she said was true, then he was the one in the wrong here.

Having easily won the argument, Astaroth ruffled Maker’s hair and played with it, and Maker, guilty as sin, continued on his way to the Demon King’s chamber in silence.

Except that he got bored halfway through and decided to start jerking off with the centaur’s replica penis on top of his head.

“Access denied.”

“Reveal your business.”

As the two arrived at the Demon King’s chamber, the golems stationed by the side lowered their spears. Astaroth leapt down from the Maker’s head as if it were a matter of course, straightening her untidy attire.

Maker, glaring at Astaroth with his only eye, cleared his throat and spoke up.

“I’ve come to report on the incident that occurred at the Bellium Academy 8 days ago.”

“Today is the regular reporting day.”

“Verification of the list is possible.”

“Access is permitted.”

The golem moved aside, lowering its spear. The door began to open slowly. Astaroth swayed her tail and hips, while Maker, with dignified steps, walked inside.

Inside, there was the Demon King sitting on a huge throne.

The throne was massive, but there was no decoration on it. Ever since the throne, originally made of human skulls, was removed due to being too old, it remained bare.

Every time the demon army saw that sight, they felt sorry. Were they sitting on such a plain throne because they were inferior?

Some commanders, who hadn’t seen that sight, had collected human skulls several times to make a throne, but they were scolded for it, saying that such things were unnecessary. They thought it was because the skulls they used were too low in quality.

“Demon King, Third Legion Commander Maker is here to see the Almighty Demon King!”

“Demon King, Seventh Legion Commander Astaroth is here to see the Almighty Demon King.”

They knelt down, touching their heads to the ground with a thud. The Demon King, who had been lazily closing her eyes with one leg crossed and leaning her elbows on the armrests of the throne, slowly raised her eyelids.

Her long purple hair, touching the ground, swayed gently, and the black horns curved on both sides emitted majesty. Her pink eyes looked down.

“Is your body okay, Maker?”

“Yes, yes! I’ve fully recovered! I am forever grateful for your mercy!”

His body wobbled up and down. Astaroth thought to herself that he really did resemble a slime.

“Good. Report.”

“Yes, sir!”

Maker recounted everything he had experienced.

Intentionally contaminating the dungeon to coincide with the start of the lecture time so that the academy would not be able to respond in advance, attempting to create a real dimensional portal based on a fake dungeon core.

But the plan failed due to a single student, and he was stabbed with a core by that student, and finally, his body was shattered by the dragon Meligor.

There was no falsehood in Maker’s explanation. Their Demon King was not someone who would sever his subordinates for a single failure.

After listening to all the explanations, the Demon King seemed to ponder for a moment before asking a question.

“Did a student named Mira Crate interfere with you?”

“Yes! If it weren’t for him, the dimensional portal would have been successfully opened!”

“…A name I’ve never heard of.”

Although the Demon King murmured such words, neither Maker nor Astaroth heard it. The sound was too faint.

“Now it’s your turn, Astaroth.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Astaroth began her explanation. Perhaps because it was the day of regular reporting, the content was quite detailed.

In summary, the influence of the “Astriere family,” which had been infiltrating the human world for about 200 years, had become significant, and they had succeeded in planting spies even in the Bellium Academy.

Deceiving even the eyes of the dragon Meligor on the subject of a half-succubus was quite an achievement.

However, the Demon King, as if he had known everything from the beginning, barely changed his indifferent expression and casually threw out a single word.

“Well done.”

“T-Thank you!”

Of course, that alone was more than enough for Astaroth. Her body trembled, and her thighs became moist. Maker turned his head with a disgusted look in his eyes.

“I will give you a new command, Astaroth.”

“Yes, understood! Whatever command it may be, just tell me! Even if it means seducing and bringing the human emperor if that’s what you desire!”

“Gather every piece of information you can find about a student named Mira Crate. Even the smallest detail. Leave nothing out.”

“Yes, my Lord!”

The rest of the events flowed like water. Astaroth, with her new mission, retreated humming a tune, while Maker received encouragement to focus on his recovery and left.

As the atmosphere slightly subsided in front of Maker, Astaroth proudly took out a crystal ball. As a pink aura permeated the surface, the image of the human world began to appear.

“Whose perspective is this?”

” Roxanna Astriere. The one we placed in the Bellium Academy. Who’s this handsome guy? Is he trying to woo me?”

Seeing Astaroth teasingly flirting with her eyes shining, Maker couldn’t help but feel pathetic as he sighed and tapped the crystal ball.

“It’s him! This guy!”

And then he leaped up, stretching his body.

“Surprise! It’s him! What the hell?”

“Isn’t that something? This guy I’m talking about is Mira Crate! Ugh, how dare, how dare, how dare, how dare he!”

Astaroth, who had been watching Maker’s glowing excitement with curiosity, turned her attention back to the crystal ball.

“Really? How fascinating. Isn’t it amazing how these coincidences happen? Roxanna probably didn’t even know she was getting involved…”

Sensing the turning situation, Astaroth grinned mischievously.

“Hehe. Shall we have a little fun?”

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“Eh.”

“What’s wrong?”

Roksanah, who had been explaining something, blushed and let out a faint moan.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

‘Nothing at all.’

She quickly regained her composure, but she couldn’t fool me. She probably received orders from the Succubus Queen. I remember she mentioned feeling pleasure when receiving orders from the Succubus Queen due to her charismatic influence.

‘So she’s probably still observing us…’

I discreetly scanned the surroundings with detection magic. There were no traces of mana waves. It seemed like the observation was done through visual sharing.

My speculation turned out to be correct. After that, Roxanna ‘s behavior changed. She started glancing at me more frequently, and the distance that used to be distant suddenly narrowed down.

‘I hope it’s not just unnecessary attention.’

Succubi, due to their racial traits, can recognize faces from the perspective of other races. Whether it’s a handsome orc or a handsome human, they accept both as attractive.

After describing Astaroth, the Demon King’s seventh corps commander, Priscilla continued to express her concerns. She said the Succubus Queen would definitely take an interest in me once she saw me.

“I’ll continue explaining. This is the Student Council room. There are six members, including myself. Other than that, there’s nothing particularly noteworthy… Oh, right. Except for the Crown Prince, everyone else is female, so keep that in mind. Maybe they’re trying to bring you here because they need a male.”

I quietly brushed off the goosebumps that appeared on my arms. It should just mean they need someone of the same gender, but it felt uncomfortable when the target was the Crown Prince. Damn lecher.

“It’s the same even here.”

I forcibly diverted my thoughts. The ratio of women to men here was high enough to raise suspicion when someone held a slightly higher position. With only one exception being the Crown Prince, the Student Council was entirely composed of women, so it wasn’t an exception.

“It’s like reading a Yuri novel, so it’s not completely incomprehensible, but…”

I felt uneasy about Priscilla and Rosaria’s attitudes while explaining. The fact that it was “like reading a Yuri novel, for now” raised suspicions that weren’t there before.

I still didn’t understand what it meant for something to be “like reading a Yuri novel, for now.” Maybe it meant they would change it later?

“It’s strange that the academy in a Yuri novel would be co-ed.”

Whether it was a novel or not, if the tag was Yuri and the setting was an academy, it was highly likely to be an all-girls school, not a co-ed one like here.

For a story tagged as Yuri to include male characters, the author must be very confident in their work to venture into such territory. Even when I pointed out this fact, the ones who explained it seemed surprised themselves. While it might be understandable for Priscilla, who had lived for over 500 years, to forget, Rosalia shouldn’t have.

“…Well, technically speaking, she’s lived for over 20 years in terms of time.”

Thinking about it that way, it seemed plausible that she might forget the original novel.

“Heh heh. Maybe I talked too much, it’s getting a bit hot.”

While lost in thought, Roxanna, who had been fanning herself continuously, slyly reached for the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers began to undo them one by one, revealing a dewy cleavage between each one. A bead of sweat rolled down the not-so-small valley, disappearing as it reached the bottom.

Not stopping there, she lifted her skirt slightly as she turned her body around, giving me a mischievous smile.

“So, shall we continue?”

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