Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

“That’s too obvious.”

Her skirt was much shorter than before, and even her walk emphasized her hips. Her smile and gestures were oozing with sensuality.

Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. The change was so obvious that only someone extremely dense wouldn’t notice. It was so blatant that even someone who didn’t know might suspect something.

It was an odd situation where the one being seduced seemed more worried about being caught than the one doing the seducing. Such a scenario would be hard to create intentionally.

‘What would she say if I asked why she’s dressed like that?’

She might come up with some nonsense excuse, like saying she fell in love at first sight.

“And I’ll tell you something else… Ah, right. There was that, too. Hold on a second.”

Whether she knew what I was thinking or not, Roxanna casually swayed her hips as she approached the desk. As she stood on tiptoe and reached up, her skirt naturally rose, revealing her buttocks.

The school uniform skirt, almost exposing half of her buttocks, swayed gently with her upper body movements. It seemed she had no intention of hiding her motives. There was no trace of the underwear that should have been there.

“Ugh… Mm… Haah…”

She let out a lewd moan, almost like a coo, as she pretended to struggle. Wondering how much more obvious she could get, I just watched as Roxanna turned around with a giggle.

“Hey, I can’t reach the top. Could you help me out a bit?”

“Of course.”

I approached. When I tried to stand beside her, Roxanna shook her head and blatantly asked me to stand behind her.

“Not there, a bit more to the side. Yeah, like that…”

My body was right behind Roxanna’s. Even just standing still, our hips and lower bodies were touching. Roxanna smiled slyly as she subtly rubbed her buttocks against my lower body.

“Do you see that black-covered book over there? Can you get it for me?”

I calmly took out the book she pointed to and handed it to her.

“Here you go.”

“…”

Roxanna looked at me with a ‘What is this guy?’ expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing. Just thinking you’re really tall. I couldn’t reach it no matter what. Thanks.”

After speaking, I heard a very faint mutter, “Is he impotent?” I pretended not to hear it. If she was trying to reveal her true nature so clumsily, whatever she intended wouldn’t work.

Even after that, Roxanna tried to seduce me several more times. She would lightly rub her chest against my arm or pretend to pick up something from across the desk, leaning on it with one knee and sticking out her buttocks. Eventually, she even pretended to trip and fell into my arms, pressing her chest against me.

Of course, none of it worked. If I hadn’t known anything, I might have been confused, wondering why she was acting that way, but I knew the Succubus Queen was behind this.

‘But there’s no need to confront her now.’

I decided to delay revealing Roxanna’s true identity for a bit longer. I had heard that the entire Astriere family belonged to the succubus clan, but I had no solid evidence to expose her right now.

Over the past 200 years, the Succubus Queen had handled everything perfectly. She even got mad when people suggested she had slept her way to becoming a legion commander when she fought the hero.

“I understand your explanation. However, I still don’t wish to join. Please convey my message to His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“…Uh, okay.”

I left the student council room, leaving the half-dazed Roxanna, who had given up after all her attempts at seduction had failed. As soon as I stepped outside, the sweet scent that had been lingering in my nose disappeared.

I had been uncertain inside, but once outside, I was sure.

‘She must have had some kind of trick up her sleeve.’

It was probably a type of aphrodisiac or hallucinogen that made people dazed or aroused. If I had fallen for it, no matter the plausibility, the woman in front of me would have seemed more arousing. Confirming once again that the magic for curing abnormal states worked well, I sent a message to Priscilla asking where she was. Unfortunately, lunch break was almost over.

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“What the hell is with that guy?! Is he impotent?!”

Astaroth raged, having severed the shared vision with Roxanna. Maker chuckled as he watched.

“What did I tell you, Astaroth? I told you it wouldn’t be easy, didn’t I?”

“No, this doesn’t make sense! Do you know how much effort I put into creating her? Born from human semen and called a half-succubus, but there’s barely any human blood in her! Do you know how much energy I spent to make sure her demonic nature didn’t show?”

Astaroth continued to vent his frustrations.

“Did you see Roxanna releasing pheromones? That guy resisted a succubus’s seduction! I used all my energy to make her pheromones as close to a pureblood succubus as possible!”

The succubus species, which lived by absorbing male energy, had an irresistible allure for any reproductive male, regardless of species. It wasn’t a matter of physical ability but of compatibility. Even those who preferred the same sex would be forcibly aroused by a succubus if they were male.

Even if it were the Sword Saint, the strongest force on the human side, if he were male, it would be impossible to resist the pheromones without an artifact or magic to block mental interference. Astaroth was 100% confident of this.

She was that confident.

“Did he have an artifact? No, if he did, Roxanna wouldn’t have released her pheromones… What the hell is going on?”

That bastard, Mira Crate, endured the pheromones without any artifact. He didn’t even show the slightest reaction in his lower body. This wasn’t just a matter of failure; it was an issue of the succubus species’ pride. Astaroth felt she wouldn’t be able to sleep without solving this mystery.

“This is impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible…!”

Astaroth bit her nails and muttered neurotically. Then, she suddenly turned her head and glared at Maker with eyes burning with fury.

“Maker, you said you wanted revenge on that human too, right? I’ll help you. Revenge. But let me be the one to kill him.”

“Hmmm… I do have a debt to settle, so bringing him back unharmed would be difficult. Would that be acceptable to you?”

“I don’t care. As long as he’s mentally alive, I can heal him myself.”

“That sounds good! But what are you planning to do with him after you bring him here?”

“First, I’ll modify him to produce a lot of semen. Then, I’ll make sure he can’t ejaculate and throw him to our girls to pass around. Until he realizes his place. I won’t let him die until I see him pathetically begging to ejaculate while licking my toes with his dick hard!”

After venting his rage and giving various orders to the quarter succubi infiltrating the human world, Astaroth turned around, still seething.

“Where are you going?”

“To fuck a centaur! I need to relieve some stress!”

“Oh dear.”

Succubus Queen’s stress-relief sex. Maker silently prayed for the centaur soldiers who would be dragged into Astaroth’s bedroom. They would either be found dead in about a week or discovered on the brink of death, rendered impotent. They’d be drained dry until blood came out instead of energy. There would likely be a slight vacancy in the cavalry unit of the 6th Legion soon.

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“I smell another woman’s scent.”

“…”

“About ten seconds on your elbow, it must have been her chest. I think she also rubbed against your neck slightly. And here… your thighs? That’s odd. Why would her butt be rubbing against your thighs?”

“…”

As soon as I returned, Priscilla hugged me and started sniffing here and there, giving me chilling details.

It’s natural for her to be suspicious of what that woman did. Priscilla knew that Roxanna was a half-succubus. She had extensive experience with the succubus species.

But how did she distinguish such things?

“…”

“I guess that could happen… Sometimes mistakes can be made, yes…”

Brynhild, who had returned from her errand while I was away, looked as if she had seen a ghost, and Aria was stumbling over herself trying to defend me. Not that it helped much.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Priscilla said with a bright smile.

“I don’t know what you did with that woman, but shouldn’t you apologize for whatever it was?”

Brynhild whispered while poking me in the side.

She genuinely meant I didn’t need to worry. Knowing what happens to someone who falls for a succubus’s temptation, it wouldn’t seem like I had fallen for that woman. The problem was that, because of her expression and demeanour, it didn’t feel that way at all.

“So, how did it go with the student council?”

Trying to change the subject, Aria asked with a forced smile.

“I turned it down. It didn’t suit me.”

Not to mention the perverted Crown Prince was there.

“Then, are you not going to join any clubs at all?”

“Well, not joining any might be a bit much. I should probably join at least one.”

“If it’s just one, which one are you thinking about?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

I glanced around on my way here, but nothing caught my eye. I’d rather not join any club than join one I don’t like.

Suddenly, Priscilla tugged at my sleeve.

“Why don’t we just start our own club?”

“Start one?”

“Yeah. You can start a club from the second year. I’ll be the nominal president, and you can be the actual one.”

“What will the club’s activity theme be?”

Instead of answering, Priscilla lightly tapped her palm, suggesting we investigate areas related to the original plot. Forming a dungeon exploration club seemed like a feasible idea to achieve good results.

“If you’re okay with it, I was thinking of creating it. What do you think?”

While saying this, she deftly diverted the conversation.

“That sounds good. Can I join too?”

“…”

Brynhild answered in my place. Priscilla’s expression slightly contorted. If Brynhild joined, it would be difficult to discuss the original plot freely. It also meant losing the private time she wanted to spend with me.

“Aria, how about you? Do you have any plans?”

“Me? Well, I… uh…”

Seeing Aria flustered, Brynhild ‘s eyes widened.

“You do? How did you decide so quickly?”

“Well… Mira helped me choose…”

Aria’s large golden eyes turned to me.

“How did you know what Aria likes? It’s hard to figure out since she usually says she likes everything.”

“I gathered a bunch of club application forms and asked her one by one. I discarded anything she didn’t dislike and kept only the ones she said she liked.”

“That’s impressive. I didn’t expect anyone else to understand Aria as well as I do.”

Brynhild smiled, genuinely pleased.

“So, when will you start the club?”

“…I’m not sure yet. We haven’t decided for certain. We also need to choose an advisor.”

Priscilla’s face showed a slight hint of dissatisfaction, though her expression barely changed. I could sense it instinctively.

“I know someone who could be an advisor. They’ll be joining the academy as a special instructor soon. We could ask them to be our advisor.”

“Special instructors leave after a few months. That’s not ideal.”

“It’s fine. They’ll stay at the academy until I graduate. They’re coming primarily to teach me. They could also take on an extra student or two.”

Her blue-green eyes glanced at me.

“…Who is it?”

“You’ve all heard of her at least once.”

Brynhild chuckled and added.

“The Sword Saint.”