After eating Bella’s home-cooked meal and resting, I head to the indoor training hall.
The indoor training hall, located on the first floor of the Eight-Colored Clam Castle, is a bare dojo with smooth wooden flooring and no furniture or wall decorations. It feels empty but ideal for movement.
Isti, walking ahead, turns and explains, “This time, we’re training to create a leap point.”
“Leap point?” I echo.
Isti nods. “Space Leap activates by forming a leap point and a landing point. That’s why you must precisely locate the spirit core.”
I get it. Misjudge it, and you overshoot or fall short. That’s trouble either way.
A chilling thought hits me. “Isti, you said this skill ignores walls. What happens if I misjudge the landing point and end up inside a wall?”
My b0dy disintegrates? A terrifying image.
“Ugh.” Karen shudders, likely imagining the same.
“You’d bounce off if you hit an obstacle. Sometimes, the spirit breaks the obstacle to make space for your b0dy.”
“Could it be used for attack?”
“It’s a reflex to unexpected situations, so it’s tough. Usually, Space Leap cancels out in those cases.”
Intentionally using Space Leap’s destructive effect seems hard. It might not even activate. Bouncing off or failing to cast mid-fight could be fatal.
“So, you must sense the spirit’s position and use it precisely. Perform one perfect Space Leap indoors. That’s my passing mark.”
“Fair enough.”
“Let’s start, Big Bro!”
“How do I make these points?”
“Start by summoning wind.”
Following Isti’s suggestion, I conjure wind indoors.
A pleasant breeze stirs, but it feels weaker than outside. Maybe it’s my imagination, but the spirit core seems wilted, less vibrant than when it danced in the sea breeze. Seeing it feels like caring for a pet.
If it’s my spirit, there’s one thing to do first. I command it to shake Karen’s b00bs.
“Eek! Big Bro…” Karen, harassed from afar, sends a breeze back, aiming to knock me over. It only brushes my cheek.
“Ugh!” she grunts.
“Why’re you straining when you’re commanding the spirit?” I tease. Reminds me of gamers who move their b0dy with the controller.
“We trained the same, but your spirit feels stronger,” Karen says.
“I’ve fought alongside mine. Experience matters.”
“Spirits level up too?” Karen asks.
“Experience is key to a spirit’s growth,” Isti answers.
Yeah, we’ve battled orcs and dire wolves together. Shaking Karen’s b00bs indoors is doable. Not sure how impressive that is. Maybe try her rear next?
“Darling,” Isti says, eyeing me.
“Using an innocent spirit to harass a w0man’s b0dy… you’re not that kind of person, are you?”
“Just thought it’d be fun.”
“Handling spirits like that is taboo. Another elf would’ve challenged you to a duel.”
Fair point. If a hundred guys like me did this, spirit arts’ reputation would tank in a month.
“Wind’s blowing fine. Do I need it to be stronger?”
“Hmm… Darling, you’re ready to create a leap point. Condense wind around the spirit core and form leap and landing points.”
“Got it.”
I focus wind around the spirit core. Isti does it instantly, but it takes me time. The spirit core’s movements suggest it’s struggling. Next, the landing point. Short distance—1 meter for now.
“Done. What’s next?”
“Pass your b0dy through.”
“Pass my b0dy…” Sounds scary.
I clench my fists, step forward, and feel the dojo’s background rush toward me.
The leap succeeds.
(Acquired 〈Space Leap〉 skill.)
A rare notification. I’ve gained a new skill.
“Huh?” But it’s not my intended landing point. I aimed for 1 meter but moved much farther—about 8 meters. That much error?
“Why’d I go so far?”
“You wavered with unstable variance at the last moment. Stable leaps need repeated practice.”
“Alright, once more…”
Huh? No wind this time.
“Isti, the wind’s not blowing. What’s wrong?”
“〈Space Leap〉 consumes the spirit’s MP, exhausting it.”
“D*mn.” Does it need water?
If it used my MP, a sip from the Goddess’s Water Bottle would fix it. Seeing the weary spirit core, I realize how easily I’ve grown my skills.
“Going outside help?”
“Yeah, fresh air will revive it quickly.”
I leave the two in the dojo and step out. The night breeze chills my skin, almost regretfully cold, but seeing the spirit core perk up makes it worth enduring.
“Ten-minute break, then we go back. Got it?” I mutter, knowing it can’t understand.
I rest outside with the spirit for the promised ten minutes, then return to the dojo and use Space Leap. I realize how vital Beleira’s blessing is. Each trip outside boosts my Space Leap’s precision dramatically.
“Error’s almost gone now, right?”
“Just a bit more, and it’ll be perfect.”
“No, I’m done for today.”
I clutch my b0dy, trembling.
“Going in and out so much, I’m freezing to death.”
“…Where?”
Isti steps closer, nestling into my arms.
“Hm… you’re really cold. Let’s rest today, darling.”
“What about Karen?”
“I’ll keep going, then sleep! I won’t rest until I make the wind blow!”
“Then…”
I lock eyes with Isti.
“Shall we turn in early tonight?”
“I’m not ready yet. You go ahead, darling.”
Caught off guard by Isti’s refusal, I stand frozen.
Isti continues, her face shy.
“The costume Leira gave me. I’ll wear it.”
“….”
So, she needs time to prepare.
Fine. If that’s the case, no choice.
“I’ll wait in the bedroom.”
I k!ss Isti’s forehead and leave the dojo.
Entering the grand bathhouse alone to wash up.
It’s so vast, I thought I’d feel empty without a w0man, but surprisingly, my mind is at ease.
We’ve been too close lately.
Someone once said a man needs time alone.
I soak leisurely in the hot water, emerging with a pleasant fatigue, like haze rising.
But I can’t sleep yet.
Tonight’s main event awaits.
What kind of costume did Bella swear by?
Even if it disappoints, Isti’s wearing it to please me, so it’ll be fun.
I summon a breeze with spirits to dry my hair and sprawl on the bed.
“….”
“Darling.”
Isti’s soft voice calls me.
I jolt awake.
“Oh, d*mn. I dozed off…”
What’s this? Why’s the room dark?
I move to light it, calling the menu.
Isti gently stops my hand.
“Isti?”
“Don’t turn on the light… just look.”
How revealing is it to make her so shy?
My eyes adjust to the dark, scanning Isti’s costume.
“So… how is it?”
Isti stands demurely, awaiting my reaction.
Bella’s trump card costume. Her boast of a passionate night wasn’t empty.
“I hope Leira didn’t lie. Can I… excite you, darling, in such a modest outfit?”
Isti wears a school uniform, tailored perfectly to her figure and proportions.
A stunning blend of navy and white.
“Uh…”
What to say?
I never imagined Isti in a school uniform costume, so I’m stiff with shock.
“Is it..not… good?”
Isti fidgets, hands on her b00bs, anxious.
“No, it suits you perfectly…”
“Really?”
“I’m so stunned—in a good way—I can’t move.”
“…!”
Isti, in her school uniform, throws herself into my arms.
A gasp escapes me.
She whispers in my ear.
“Teacher.”
“I-Isti?”
“I want to carry your baby, teacher. Is that okay?”
Isti sits on my lap, playing the naughty student.
I try to hold back, but a fond smile breaks free.
“Hahaha. Who taught you that? Bella, right?”
“~~Ugh!”
Isti squeezes her eyes shut, embarrassed.
“Leira said this would make you so happy.”
“You practiced, didn’t you?”
I grab Isti’s hand as she tries to pull away, holding her gaze.
“I rehearsed it about ten times with Leira.”
Honestly, I’m floored.
Isti, sitting primly on my lap in her school uniform, is breathtaking.
I didn’t expect this from Bella, who loves skimpy outfits to flaunt her figure.
Who knew she’d use her dimension magic to fetch clothes from another world?
“It is too crude? Do you… despise me?”
Isti, fearing rejection, pleads with teary eyes.
“What do you think?”
“It was the tamest line we came up with…”
Now I’m curious about the crudest one.
I pull Isti close. She sits sideways, legs together, pressing against my lower abdomen.
My c0ck, already rock-hard, strains against her schoolgirl sk!rt, asserting itself.
“….”
Isti flinches at my c0ck against her rear, then flashes a subtle smile.
Her anxious gaze shifts to anticipation, colored with desire.
“Teacher… you get excited by naughty things, don’t you?”
As if seeing through me, Isti whispers lovingly in my ear, “Want to have baby-making s9x with your cute student?”
“Maybe?”
Isti shifts her weight, pressing her rear firmly against my c0ck.
“Admit you want it~”
My breath catches.
Pretending to stay composed reaches its limit. Bella’s right, and though it stings, I can’t deny it.
I pull schoolgirl Isti close, k!ssing her face like a beast, t0ngues tangling crudely.
“Slurp~ Lick~ Smooch~”
Isti opens her m0uth eagerly, not resisting but matching my lewd t0ngue play.
She meets my gaze with affectionate eyes, as if egging me on.
I cradle her nape, our t0ngues entwined for ages.
“Mm, ngh~ Haum~ Slurp~”
My hand slides down, wrapping her shoulders, caressing her back, reaching her rear.
I roughly knead her soft rear over her skirt, tongues still tangled lewdly.
“Smooch~ Slurp~ Chup~”
As I thrust my t0ngue fully, Isti hesitates, then purses her lips, sucking it. She locks eyes, moving her head back and forth, sucking meticulously.
“Chup~ Slurp~ Ngh~”
I meet Isti’s blue eyes, basking in her service.
All the while, I knead her rear freely.
Even just k!ssing, I feel how desperately Isti craves my favor.
She delights in my touch, showing with subtle gestures and glances how to please me more.
The day to test the final stage isn’t far off.
Isti won’t disappoint.
I pull her b0dy down, laying her on the bed.