“Found you, Allen! You— What in the world are you doing, Master Godolphen?”
Fey and Jewel rounded the boulder and immediately stopped short, eyes widening in synchronized shock as they took in the sight of their teacher, who—with the majority of his body encased within a mound of earth—currently resembled a severed head.
“Oh, hello children. I am merely becoming one with the earth, as is my habit...” he replied, his eyes distant and vacant as he stared at what seemed to be nothing at all.
Fey crouched down directly in front of her teacher like a high schooler in front of a convenience store, towel still draped over her shoulder as though it was nothing more than a mere accessory. “Fair enough. By the way, have you seen Allen recently?”
Godolphen’s eyes snapped shut. “Have you no shame, child?” His voice was unusually squeaky. Though every fiber of his being was screaming at him to run away, he couldn’t move without first dispelling his protective layer of dirt.
Fey giggled. “Come on, Master! Shame? I’ve got more important things to worry about right now, you know? I don’t have time to stand around blushing about a bit of skin, especially not when I’m standing in front of a man who’s been single for his entire life, if the rumors are true! From what I’ve heard, you’ve turned down honey traps sent by every foreign intelligence agency on the continent!”
“I agree with Fey,” Jewel added, making no attempt to hide her body as she tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Why, everyone knows that you haven’t been seen dallying with any women nor visiting the pleasure district since you returned from the war, Sage.” She smiled at him kindly. “Some say you took a vow of chastity to honor your fallen comrades...”
A flicker of bitterness crossed their teacher’s face for the briefest moment. The next, it was gone. “There’s a streaming spring about ten minutes further up the mountain. You’ll likely find Rovene there... He seemed quite delighted when I told him of its existence earlier this morning.”
Fey rose to her feet and peered up the slope. “Well, I feel like it would be a waste of time to get dressed when we’re only going to strip again—don’t you agree, Jewel?” she asked, smirking.
“Of course, Fey. Time is precious enough as it is... Allen will surely flee the second he realizes we’re closing in,” Jewel replied, slipping her feet out of the cumbersome sandals.
Fey nodded. “So, we use stealth until we enter his detection range, and then it’s full speed ahead. As long as we can secure his clothes, he’s ours. See you later, Master! Thanks for the intel!”
“Shall we call this the sixth scenario, perhaps?” Jewel giggled. “Yes, thank you—and sorry for the interruption. Please continue being at one with the earth!”
Without any hesitation (nor a scrap of clothing) between them, the two girls began ascending the slope, quickly dropping into low crawls as the incline grew steeper.
“Ah, to be young again...” Godolphen muttered wearily, averting his gaze from the harrowing sight of stark white buttocks.
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Three hours later...
Someone screamed, and Allen—who, for some reason, was currently shimmying up one of the estate’s gutter pipes while also attempting to hide his privates behind a ridiculously large fig leaf—nearly lost his grip. His eyes met those of the unsuspecting female student who’d just flung open the window. Unfortunately for Allen, that window just so happened to lead to one of the indoor bathing areas.
She screamed again.
“No, wait! Wait! This is just part of the sixth scenario—”
“Sixth scenario?! There’s no such thing!”
“You disgusting pervert!”
And thus Allen’s sixth scenario ended—with a zero percent completion rate, of course.