I Became the Academy's Disabled Student-Chapter 261: Obsession (4)

I had to take a break from my studies for a few days and rest at the mansion.

Outwardly, I seemed fine. There were no visible tears or rips. Thanks to Liana and Elia's quick actions during the incident, the wounds from that time healed right away.

But the physical strain remained. While the wounds had healed, the fatigue and burden were still there. Unable to ignore the surrounding situation, I decided to take a break.

Of course, even without such a request, I would have monitored my physical condition for a while.

"My body feels strange."

I moved my body. I stretched my arms, took steps, breathed in and out.

In these very simple actions, I felt a peculiar creaking.

It was obvious, even without focusing on it. While there was no problem in simple movements, more detailed actions would likely cause significant gaps.

"A separation between body and soul... There are still aftereffects."

I had consumed a medicine, and my body and soul had briefly been split. Fortunately, they hadn’t completely separated, but that caused an odd discomfort in my actions.

I had been learning necromancy, so perhaps the time it would take for my body and soul to rebind properly was still needed.

"I've always had a disconnect between my body and soul."

Fairies are often considered spiritual beings. While they seem to have physical forms, their souls actually perform the functions of the body.

For some reason, I didn’t have wings and my abilities were ridiculously weak, but that’s how it would have been in the original world.

But now that my soul had settled into my body, I had the feeling that something might go wrong.

For that reason, I spent some time adjusting my body.

"It's definitely strange."

I wasn’t struggling alone with the adjustments. I had a reliable mentor right next to me.

When I demonstrated a movement, my mentor immediately noticed the issue and nodded.

"Yes, I want to fix that part while you rest."

"You should rest... Sigh, at least you’re not trying to do it alone," my mentor sighed, then gently cupped my face with one hand.

Her fingers pressed firmly against my cheek, and her lips puffed out like a fish.

TskWhen I blinked at her comical face, my mentor laughed softly.

"Hehehe."

Seeing her smile, I couldn't help but smile too. I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her chest.

"Of course, I'll help, but you must not push yourself too hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Good, you answer well."

As I buried my face in her chest and muttered, my mentor's mouth curled into a small smile. With an expression of helplessness, she gently ruffled my hair.

Her loving touch as she calmly fixed my hair made me smile broadly.

A reliable adult, a trustworthy protector. She poured so much affection into me, and allowed me to act spoiled.

"Hehehe..."

Swoosh...At some point, my wings, which had begun to act on their own, wrapped tightly around my mentor's waist. It seemed as though they were asserting ownership over her, but I didn't stop them.

"...."

Glancing down at the heavenly wings wrapped around her waist, my mentor didn’t seem to mind. She just patted my head again.

At her unspoken permission, I manipulated my wings to wrap more tightly around her.

The sight of her wrapped in my wings filled me with an odd sense of satisfaction.

Athara had been incredibly happy these past few days.

Since establishing a proper relationship with Ha-Yul, she had hardly ever been unhappy, but recently, she was even more content.

"Master..."

In the training facility located in the mansion's basement.

Just after finishing some basic training, Athara was drinking water when Ha-Yul came trotting toward her and pressed himself into her arms.

He tucked his head under her arm and snuggled into her embrace. His behavior was like that of a puppy, making Athara’s lips curl into a smile.

"Alright, come here... Good boy."

It was an unexpected action, but it was also familiar.

As she skillfully welcomed him into her arms, Ha-Yul pressed his body close to hers.

Athara leaned her back against the wall and comforted him as he nestled into her embrace.

"Let’s rest for a bit and then start again."

"Yes..."

Sitting down with his bottom on the floor, Ha-Yul began to act even more spoiled.

He rubbed his stomach against hers, which was still warm from training, and sniffed the scent of her chest.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes..."

Ha-Yul responded with a soft voice. Athara, satisfied, offered her chest for him to nuzzle against.

At first, it had been quite embarrassing, but now, she found herself wanting him to stay close and smell her scent even more.

This act of rubbing himself against her and marking her with his scent.

Though it seemed animalistic, when she later felt her own scent from him, a primal satisfaction filled her chest.

"Now, drink some water too."

"Yes... Slurp, slurp..."

Ha-Yul, who had been nuzzling her chest, lifted his head and started sucking on a straw.

"Slurp..."

Seeing Ha-Yul drinking with the straw, Athara smiled faintly.

Normally, the water bottle was held in one's hand, but in Ha-Yul’s impatient nature, he simply grabbed the straw and sucked on it.

"Slurp, slurp..."

Squeeze...

As Ha-Yul drank the water, Athara suddenly felt a strange sensation in her limbs.

She glanced down, and saw the strap of her winged garment gently wrapping around her limbs. Athara, with a peculiar expression, gently adjusted it.

The softness it felt as it coiled around her hand was extraordinary.

It had now become an artifact symbolizing Ha-Yul.

"Mm..."

A few days ago, Ha-Yul had almost caused trouble by taking a potion.

Apparently, it nearly caused a problem with his body.

From the slight sluggishness in his movements, it seemed that there had indeed been some sort of issue.

He had been close to collapsing in the Siyarum, a place where his body had almost broken down.

She had been so shocked and frightened by it.

Afterward, Ha-Yul began resting quietly at the mansion, but his behavior had changed since.

Ha-Yul was naturally clingy. That was a well-known trait, but recently, it had intensified.

More precisely, his obsession and possessiveness had grown.

Whenever he was still, his wings would spread out, wrapping around her body, and he would come into her arms, claiming her as his own.

And when he tried to pull away, he would whine and throw tantrums, meaning that someone had to be near him at all times.

...The one who benefited most from these changes was Athara.

After all, she was the one who could stay at the mansion the longest.

Naturally, that was the case.

Hong Yeonhwa, Baek Arin, and Elia, as students, had to frequently leave the mansion for lectures, making it difficult for them to stay for long.

Liana, too, had more responsibilities. She was a professor in charge of the Spring Class and also taught Spirit Magic, which kept her occupied.

On top of that, there was the upcoming preparation for the Birth Festival.

On the other hand, what about Athara?

She was responsible for Ha-Yul’s education, and apart from that, had no other duties.

Without the responsibility of educating Ha-Yul, she had almost nothing else to do.

Thus, it was only natural that Athara ended up taking care of Ha-Yul for long periods.

Because of that, she had been extremely happy these past few days.

"Ah..."

After quenching his thirst, Ha-Yul spat out the straw. Athara looked at the straw, which was covered in saliva, and then spoke up.

"Child, would you be able to spend time with me next year?"

"Next year...? May I ask why?"

Ha-Yul tilted his head cutely.

Athara lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against his hair.

"It’s the anniversary of a former student I mentioned before. I plan to visit the grave, and I would like you to come with me."

"Ah."

Ha-Yul's gray eyes widened with surprise, and he glanced at Athara, his gaze confused.

"You don’t need to worry so much. Thanks to you, I’m alright now."

"Hmm..."

Athara, shaking her head, gently grabbed Ha-Yul’s squirming behind as he fidgeted in her arms.

At the tingling sensation along his spine, Ha-Yul reflexively straightened his back.

As his body instinctively leaned back, Athara lowered her head, waiting.

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"Smack..."

Their lips met. The heated body temperature and thick scent mixed together. Ha-Yul wrapped his arms around Athara's neck, his eyes narrowing.

After a moment, their lips parted.

As the distance grew, heated breaths escaped from between Ha-Yul's slightly parted lips.

"Will you go with me?"

She softly cupped his face, locking eyes as she asked, and Ha-Yul blankly nodded.

"Yes... I’ll go with you..."

Though it was unintentional, Athara had practically forced an answer out of him.

A few days later.

With the affectionate care of her mentor, Ha-Yul had resolved his awkwardness and was able to return to his studies.

While the people around him still shot uncertain glances, he asserted his determination that there was no problem, and they had no choice but to nod.

The day he returned to class, he attended a "Combat Strategy and Tactics" lecture along with Baek Arin.

"It’s been a while since I’ve seen Ha-Yul in his student uniform."

After breakfast at the mansion, they headed to the building where their lecture was held.

Baek Arin, glancing at the wings wrapped around her waist, looked at my outfit and shrugged.

"Recently, you’ve only worn white clothes or indoor clothes, so seeing you in this uniform feels different."

[Yeah, it's been a while, so I feel the same.]

"While you were away, we made some progress. Should I send you the notes later?"

[Yes, thank you.]

"It’s nothing."

Chatting comfortably, they took the bus, and it wasn’t long before they arrived at the building.

Baek Arin’s wings were still wrapped around her waist, attracting a few curious glances, but it didn’t bother her, and she accepted the stares.

Throughout their walk, they observed the construction of several facilities. These seemed to be preparations for the upcoming Birth Festival.

Room 413, 4th Floor, Magic Practice Building 12.

As Ha-Yul stepped into the classroom, a strange feeling washed over him. The room was quite full, and the professor hadn’t arrived yet. Among the students, he spotted Baije, whom he hadn’t seen in a while.

They had exchanged apologies after their first encounter, where Ha-Yul had nearly cut Baije in half with his magic, and they occasionally kept in touch.

"Arin! Over here!"

As Ha-Yul entered the classroom, a female student sitting near the window waved at Baek Arin.

"What’s this? You switched seats?"

"Yeah, my usual seat was taken. Come sit here."

This student was familiar. She had partnered with Baek Arin during their 2-on-2 practical exercise.

Even outside this class, Baek Arin seemed to have a good relationship with her.

"Then I’ll sit over there. Let’s meet up as a group of four!"

After confirming her identity, Baek Arin waved to Ha-Yul and turned away.

Thunk

[Discomfort]

Without thinking, Ha-Yul grabbed Baek Arin’s sleeve as she was about to take a step.

"Huh?"

Baek Arin turned to look at him, tilting her head, her blue eyes filled with curiosity.

"Ha-Yul? What’s wrong?"

[Uhh...]

Ha-Yul remained silent in response to her question.

Why did I grab her sleeve? I wasn’t sure.

It was just a reflex.

Swoosh...

As Ha-Yul fiddled with the sleeve, his wings moved on their own, wrapping around Baek Arin’s waist and pulling her closer.

Baek Arin was pulled toward him, and more eyes turned in their direction.

[Uhh... well...]

Ha-Yul felt even more awkward as his wings moved.

He wasn’t sure why he had acted like this.

But in the end, he realized the reason.

It was a childish, foolish thought.

[Well...]

Ha-Yul glanced at Baek Arin and, after hesitating, gently pulled her sleeve.

[Ah... Would you join me and go together today?]

Click

The small voice of the pendant echoed softly, filling the room with a peculiar energy. It seemed louder than expected, causing Ha-Yul’s face to turn red.

Lee Ha-yool → Atra Clyde

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"Affection" "Teacher" "Anticipation" "Stability" "Longing for affection"

"Anxiety"