I Became The Academy Necromancer
Chapter 355: Side Story - Outdoors

After seeing Erica and the girls off, I also stepped through the door to head to the academy a little later to buy the snacks I promised the two earlier.

Since Aria and Eleanor would come looking for me immediately after their lecture, I needed to buy them in advance.

[Wow, it’s nice to be here after so long.]

The downtown outside the academy.

I had been here once before recently, but for the Dark Spiritualist accompanying me today, it had indeed been a long time, and she seemed deeply nostalgic.

“Don’t materialize and show yourself to people for no reason.”

Her breathing was rapid. Her warmth could be felt clearly, and the scent of sweat from her nervousness was unmistakable.

I warned her just in case, and the Dark Spiritualist pouted as she replied.

[You talk as if I materialize often. I don’t usually do that, you know.]

[Ugh, that’s a different matter!]

Even if she said so, the Dark Spiritualist had a habit of behaving recklessly, so I needed to keep a close eye on her.

Both Findenai and the Dark Spiritualist had openly revealed their faces in battle.

At least, since the Dark Spiritualist was a soul, others couldn’t see her, which was why I brought her along—but if she were to materialize herself, it would be another headache.

Although she had only revealed herself to a select few leaders, and it probably wouldn’t have been a huge issue, I had already closed that chapter and was practically retired now. So, I didn’t want to be careless and end up in an irreversible situation.

Was it Coltman from the Jerman Kingdom?

I heard from Erica that the Dark Mage from the desert who had been overwhelmed by the Dark Spiritualist was searching for her soul.

Even if I had died, the Dark Spiritualist’s soul still remained.

And since he was not a necromancer, he probably didn’t intend to manipulate her soul—perhaps he wished to learn something from her or seek her advice.

Well, not that they would ever meet.

[Now that I think about it, if I get my own mental body, I’ll also be able to eat things like that, right?]

The Dark Spiritualist asked while pointing at the cakes displayed in the dessert shop we were heading to.

“Yeah, probably.”

After all, Stella could eat apples and the meals I had prepared.

Since she was a spirit, her existence must have felt somewhat monotonous, but gradually, color was starting to fill her previously dull, gray life.

While I didn’t know how long a mental body could be maintained, Stella was more energetic since she formed one.

It seemed vastly different from how she perceived the world in her spirit state.

[Wow, then can I eat these things too? I’m feeling a little excited.]

“Hmm… yeah.”

As I averted my gaze while answering, sensing something was off, the Dark Spiritualist tilted her head.

She was annoyingly quick-witted in moments like these. Flinching, she immediately wrapped her arms around herself.

Not that it made much difference—her chest was too large to be covered properly and still jutted out.

[D-Don’t misunderstand! I-I wasn’t asking you to do what you did for Stella to me!]

“I didn’t even think that far. And given all that’s happened lately, I was just wondering if this was your way of subtly hinting at something.”

[That’s right! Be careful! And don’t lay your hand on Stella carelessly! I’m watching you!]

“…”

I wasn’t sure why I was being warned all of a sudden. I tried to let it slide, but feeling labeled as the troublemaker unfairly, I decided to respond.

“Weren’t you the first one to do it?”

[That’s…]

The Dark Spiritualist twirled her fingers as if trying to think of a response but was unable to come up with a proper response.

“And you were also the most aggressive in pushing for it in our house.”

[There’s also Findenai!]

She began to yell, but the flow of the conversation had already shifted in my favor.

“But she didn’t actually go through with it. And you should know Findenai’s personality—when things get serious, she becomes weak.”

[Sloppy-ai…]

That nickname would definitely make Findenai furious if she were to hear it.

“So in the end, you were the first to climb onto the heat.”

[N-no, but… that time was sort of an accident, just going along with the flow of things.]

“You waited for the others to deliberately make things difficult for me and then took your chance, didn’t you?”

[The past me… what in the world…]

The Dark Spiritualist gazed down at her trembling hands. Her reaction was so exaggerated, like something out of a comic, that I found it a bit amusing.

“I’m saying this just in case.”

It would be best if she didn’t get any strange ideas, so I wanted to make this clear to her first.

“If you don’t want it, I won’t force you.”

That should go without saying.

They weren’t just tools to satisfy my desires or guinea pigs for my research on mental bodies.

Even though I got her consent, I admit that things did get a little rough with Stella. But that was not necessary anymore.

Besides, the results with Stella weren’t bad.

“I won’t push for it if you don’t want it. It’s something we should do only if both of us are willing, after all.”

[…]

“Even if you decide to leave one day, I won’t stop you.”

I had already told them this before.

They were staying by my side presently, but emotions weren’t eternal. Someday, they might grow tired of me and wish to leave.

I was prepared to let them go without hesitation if that time ever were to come. However…

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll do things that will make you want to leave.”

I would still make an effort to prevent myself from having to hear those words.

As I spoke with utmost sincerity, the Dark Spiritualist fidgeted with her hands. Was my answer not to her liking?

As I waited with a questioning look, she started feeling guilty for no reason.

[I-I was just joking. You don’t take it so seriously.]

“Was that so?”

[Of course. Though Stella’s moans were a little scary, I actually e-enjoyed the time I spent with you…]

Seeing her looking all embarrassed was nice, but it left my mind in a bit of a mess.

Maybe it was because I wasn’t the type to joke around—I took her too seriously.

This is difficult.

Treating someone with care turned out to be more complicated than I expected. Maybe it was even harder because my mindset had changed.

[A-And… I think it’ll be okay if you were just aliiiiittleforceful.]

“…What exactly are you trying to ask me to do?”

[Ugh, whatever—! You know what I mean! You’re usually so perceptive, so why don’t you get it now?!]

“It’s not a joke, but saving the continent was easier than this. At least I knew how to do that.”

Just as the saying, ‘You may know someone’s face but not their heart,’ I had no idea as to what the Dark Spiritualist really wanted from me.

Earlier, she said she didn’t want me to be forceful, but now she said that a little bit was fine.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I could relate to those online stories about boyfriends struggling with their girlfriends.

[I-is it… really that hard? Hmm…]

The Dark Spiritualist crossed her arms and tilted her head.

I had just come out to buy snacks for the girls, yet somehow, I ended up discussing our relationship in the middle of the street.

From the perspective of others, I probably looked like a guy who was either staring blankly at the sky or muttering to himself.

A few passersby even glanced at me curiously.

So… she means that it’s okay to be a little assertive when the mood is right?

For example, kissing or hugging?

It seemed somewhat understandable, so I was about to suggest that we leave, but the Dark Spiritualist strode toward me with her fists clenched.

[Look, this much is fine.]

Was she trying to show an example?

As I stood there dumbfounded, watching her,She placed one hand on my lower body and grabbed my wrist with the other, forcing it onto her chest.

“…”

Her unexpectedly bold actions caught me off guard, but I didn’t let it show on my face.

I had maintained this expressionless mask since my days as Deus to conceal any emotion.

[This kind of sudden groping and touching is totally fine!]

“…”

Watching her speak with such confidence, I wondered if I was the timid one.

But no matter how much I thought about it, the Dark Spiritualist’s concept of things seemed off.

Then what in the world did she consider to be truly forceful?

If groping her chest and fondling her genitals were “moderately” forceful, I was curious to know what her “extreme” would look like.

“I think…”

I pushed her hands away and turned around.

“There’s probably nothing you’d dislike or find difficult.”

[Huh? What do you mean by that?]

I didn’t bother answering.

She had been researching Black Magic all by herself for so long that her sexual concepts might have become a little twisted.

This can be a problem.

I was already starting to worry about what all I’d have to do to meet her expectations in the future.

[What is it? Why are you sighing like that?]

Seeing her ask that without even realizing it was because of her made me feel oddly annoyed.

Yet, since I believed that, as a couple, we should clearly try to understand each other’s sexual boundaries, I decided to ask her directly.

“So, what do you consider to be extreme behavior?”

[D-do you really have to ask that?!]

Did I embarrass her?

But I wanted to know.

I thought what we had was enough, but there might be times where the Dark Spiritualist wasn’t satisfied.

Well, this would have to wait until the issue of the mental body was resolved.

[Umm…]

The Dark Spiritualist, who had been making strange noises, glanced around. Even though no one was watching, she whispered cautiously.

[You know, like… exhibitionism or doing it outdoors.]

Her unexpected answer made my expressionless mask crack this time.

“Is it because you’ve been stuck indoors researching all this time that you’re interested in that sort of thing?”

[That’s not it!]

Thinking back, I recalled that our first sexual experience was in the forest.

It seemed that left quite an impression on her.

[I mean, you know… doing it outside forcefully, stripping…! That’s what I don’t like!]

However, watching her squirm and blush somehow gave me the impression that she didn’t really seem like she disliked it.

So, I decided to raise her awareness about it.

Carefully, I wrapped mana around my hand.

The mana, connected like a thread, slithered toward the Dark Spiritualist like a snake, and soon…

It coiled around her neck.

[Ah…]

A seductive moan escaped her lips.

Her aroused state, evident even through her dark robes, left me slightly bewildered.

Did having her first experience outdoors awaken some strange preferences?

And strictly speaking, we didn’t really go all the way and only used our hands, but that didn’t seem to matter much.

[Y-you shouldn’t do things like this.]

Despite her words, her breath was hot.

I could even faintly feel the warmth through her breathing, as if she was starting to form a mental body.

[I’m warning you. Don’t take my clothes off like the last time, okay?]

I had no intention of doing so.

However, I didn’t really know why it seemed like she was asking for it.

I don’t have such preferences.

Though I had been somewhat forceful with Stella, I had no intention of doing anything like that in front of others.

Even if they were spirits and couldn’t be seen, they still had their own pride, didn’t they?

However, the Dark Spiritualist, already aroused, was squirming and subtly urging me on.

She was saying no, but she seemed to want it.

I thought it was difficult to grasp, but the Dark Spiritualist explained it clearly.

She was quite the teacher.

“Come here.”

[Ah!]

I deliberately walked slowly, letting the leash tighten, but I pretended not to notice.

After all, catering to your partner’s sexual preferences was also something you had to do, right?

As I stepped into the alley, I slowly reached out to her.

Staring intently, the Dark Spiritualist looked as if she had been waiting for this.

I had already given her plenty of chances to stop me.

The moment my hand made contact with her, her clothes disappeared, and she became completely naked again.

[Ahhh! I told you not to do this!]

Has she formed a mental body?

“This is a LITTLE dangerous.”

Since she had become a mental body, there was a risk of her being seen by others seeing her.

While fulfilling her sexual fantasy was important, I didn’t want others to see the Dark Spiritualist’s naked body, so I hurriedly tried to dress her again. However, at that very moment…

“Kim Shinwoo?”

Deia’s voice came from behind me.

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