Chapter 7 – The Masochist Instructor Part 1

Since Alfred couldn’t register without completing the training, he pursued it.

The recommendation letter had an address, so Luna and Alfred went there.

It was a simple house. Nothing to comment on, nothing at all.

A random little house…

Then Luna and Alfred went in.

Inside was a woman with red hair, whose fiery locks tumbled over a body that was the perfect mix of curvy and captivating. Every curve seemed to whisper a promise of wild, playful mischief—a daring invitation you couldn’t resist.

Her red hair fell in untamed waves, framing curves that practically begged for mischief.

(Oh, how deliciously absurd! Every inch of me is screaming for a little pain—and I mean that in the most delightful way.)

“What do you want…”

She fixed her gaze on Alfred with a look that mixed danger and playful teasing.

(Alfred, you silly fool—your clueless stare is like a dare. I’m totally into this ridiculous game!)

Very strange…

Luna saw that and intervened.

“My friend here wants to register with the guild, but first he needs to graduate…”

“I see… (Black hair… that can’t be…)”

Alfred also decided to speak up…

“That’s it… (I think I better leave a good impression on her)”

When Alfred’s cool, almost intimidating look met her fiery eyes, something wild stirred inside her.

(Uf Uf… that pressure, that icy glare as if he were planning my demise—I absolutely love it ❤️❤️❤️)

“Uf Uf… (That… that pressure, that cold way of looking at me as if he wanted to kill me… I LOVE IT❤️❤️❤️).”

Her breathing grew quick and erratic, little moans slipping out like secret laughs.

(I know it sounds crazy, but every shudder feels like a tickle from destiny itself!)

“Are you okay? (She seems tired.)”

“Yes… (That cold look as if I were some random person you’re going to kill—I want more..❤️❤️❤️)”

Deep down, she knew her masochistic streak was in full swing today.

(When he looks at me that way, with that angry gaze, something in me resurfaces.)

She seemed to be dredging up long-forgotten memories from her past, images she had desperately tried to bury. 

It wasn’t Alfred himself that stirred these recollections, but the Alfred she had conjured in her mind—a cold, vengeful figure born of her wild imaginings. 

This imagined Alfred, distant and ruthless, was driven by a desire for revenge, a version who could do anything to her without giving her a chance to defend herself.

Meanwhile, Luna, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

(Alfred’s gentle manners clashing with my wild, twisted cravings—this is comedy gold!)

Luna took in the bizarre scene with an ever-widening grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She could practically sense the rising tension radiating from the redhead, and a mischievous part of her wanted to see just how far this would go.

“Alfred… I think it’s better if you don’t touch her… (This is getting more and more fun)”

With that playful warning, Luna stepped between them, prompting Alfred to back away. He looked torn, as though he couldn’t decide whether to flee or keep his composure.

So…

“No… I mean… I want… I have to measure your strength… (Those muscles… those muscles are so toned..)”

The redhead’s tone dripped with anticipation, her words practically daring Alfred to come closer.

“Okay… (Well… if that’s what it takes…)”

Luna watched them, trying and failing to stifle a giggle. Her mind raced with outlandish possibilities, each more ridiculous than the last.

Luna, seeing that scene, started to laugh even more…

“Ha… I mean… Alfred… wouldn’t it be better if you took off your clothes…? (That woman won’t handle it, fufuf)”

It was hard for Luna to keep a straight face; the redhead’s obvious fascination with Alfred’s physique was already reaching absurd levels.

Luna could barely hold back her laughter…

“YES… THAT WOULD BE BETTER… (THIS YOUNG NIGHTSADE LOOKS DELICIOUS)”

Alfred began to peel off his shirt, revealing just enough to make the redhead’s eyes practically pop out of her head. Then, in a comically timed twist, blood started to trickle from her nose, and she looked utterly enraptured.

“Better to keep your clothes on… (for my own good…)”

“Well… if you say so…”

Despite her words, she still latched onto him the moment she got the chance, her hands brazenly roaming over his muscles. It was as though her sense of personal space had been tossed out the window.

The woman began to grope Alfred… after a few minutes, he was ready…

Even after finishing… the woman’s nose wouldn’t stop bleeding… it was then that Luna intervened, taking Alfred away from her.

“Allfred… I think that’s enough (One more minute and she would die from blood loss).”

“Yes… she’s acting weird… (I better give her some space to breathe)”

A brief pause, then the redhead continued in her mischievous tone:

“No… yes… well… you need to graduate, right… I want you to hit me… I mean… you graduate with me… my name is Seraphina… Seraphina Blackwood… (I can’t let such a good young man… I mean… this Nightsade get revenge)”

“Then… we’re counting on you…”

Luna and Alfred said in unison.