Chapter 8 – The Masochist Instructor Part 2

After introducing themselves properly, Alfred, Luna and Seraphina went to the field.

The training was simple. Alfred just had to do a mission with her.

A simple mission to show that he was capable of being an adventurer.

For Alfred, being an adventurer was not a priority, but for Luna—who wanted to have fun at Alfred’s expense and reveled in his cluelessness about how feared he was—this was a big priority.

“Alfred-san… I mean Alfred-sama… I hope you do a great mission…”

Seraphina said, already displaying the mission details.

The mission was simple.

He had to kill as many goblins as possible.

That’s why the field they went to was a goblin nest.

If Alfred showed any signs of tiredness, Seraphina would intervene.

In the midst of the goblin-infested clearing, Alfred stepped forward.

His dark, unkempt hair and modern school uniform were oddly out of place among the rugged surroundings, yet his presence radiated a quiet authority.

Almost immediately, a goblin lunged with a crude blade.

Alfred’s expression remained calm and unreadable.

With a slight tilt of his head, he caught the goblin’s momentum.

A precise counterattack, honed from years of martial arts training, sent the creature cartwheeling harmlessly into a mound of dirt.

Another goblin crept in from the side, brandishing a rusty dagger.

Alfred’s sharp reflexes kicked in as he swiftly dodged the feeble attack.

He retaliated with a series of subdue strikes.

Each blow was delivered with unintentional yet staggering precision, knocking the goblin unconscious rather than inflicting lethal damage.

Sticks, stones, and even scattered debris became impromptu weapons in his hands.

Every strike showcased his innate strength, sending goblins flying with astonishing ease.

Even when the goblin leader charged forth with a shrill war cry, Alfred’s movements were fluid and deliberate.

He sidestepped the leader’s clumsy swing with balletic grace and countered with a forceful blow that reversed the momentum, slamming the creature against a rocky outcrop.

The battlefield transformed into a chaotic dance of clumsy attackers and Alfred’s effortless mastery.

Each enemy fell in a silent heap, leaving the remaining goblins trembling in disorganized panic.

Spectators among the goblins could hardly comprehend the unintentional brilliance of his every move.

Alfred’s fighting style—marked by precise counters, evasive defenses, and subdue strikes—appeared as if he were holding back on purpose.

Yet every calculated dodge and every powerful counterattack spoke of a raw, unconscious power he himself remained blissfully unaware of.

His intense gaze and stoic demeanor exuded an intimidating aura that made even the boldest goblin hesitate before attacking.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Seraphina watched with a conflicted mix of professional detachment and growing inner turmoil.

Her duty as an instructor demanded strict composure, but the sight of Alfred dispatching goblins with effortless grace stirred forbidden thoughts deep within her.

Intrusive, scandalous fantasies swirled in her mind—daydreams so provocatively absurd that their details must remain unspoken.

Every time Alfred landed a precise strike, her eyes betrayed a flicker of a forbidden thrill.

Noticing the change in Seraphina’s expression, Luna floated closer with a mischievous smile.

Her celestial wings scattered shimmering flecks of moonlight as she drifted near, eager to add her own playful touch to the scene.

Luna’s voice broke the tense silence.

“Seraphina… Seraphina… you look like a teenager in love… you know… you can have him,” she whispered teasingly.

“No… I can’t… (He’s a Nightsade… they were cruel… what could one of those do to me, hehehe ❤️❤️❤️ Pull yourself together… don’t let yourself fall into their trap)”

echoed silently in Seraphina’s inner thoughts.

“Come on… give up your morals and accept this… accept the dark side… come to the dark side of the force,” Luna urged softly, her tone laced with playful menace.

“No… him… you… you guys are bad… you’re no good… I’m just doing my duty as an instructor but after this it’s over… (I can’t imagine giving in to such a vile being… ❤️❤️❤️)”

Seraphina’s inner monologue raged, torn between duty and an overwhelming, secret longing.

Luna, ever the mischievous spirit, decided it was time to take things a step further.

She closed her eyes briefly and drew upon her Dreamweaving magic.

A soft incantation slipped from her lips as a delicate veil of moonlit illusions began to swirl around Seraphina.

The magical aura coalesced into a surreal tapestry of shifting shadows and gentle light.

In that enchanted moment, the world around Seraphina transformed into a provocative canvas of suggestive images—visions that hinted at sensations and scenes too charged to be described in full, strictly 18+ in nature.

Yet even as these images danced at the edge of her perception, she fought to maintain her professional composure.

“Come on Seraphina… show your true colors…”

Luna whispered, her voice a silken caress that danced in the charged air.

She paused, watching the subtle transformation on Seraphina’s face.

Every protest and desperate denial melted away under the irresistible allure of the illusion.

Despite her best efforts to resist, Luna could see the forbidden thrill sparkling in Seraphina’s eyes.

The boundaries between duty and desire blurred in that magical moment, leaving Seraphina momentarily entranced.

Inside, Seraphina’s mind whirled in chaos.

Her thoughts tumbled between the strict discipline demanded by her role and the wild, dangerous allure that Alfred’s unintentional heroics evoked.

Her heart pounded in a mix of revulsion and secret longing—a battle waged silently within her soul.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the internal drama unfolding beside him, Alfred continued his mission with unyielding calm.

He dispatched goblin after goblin, his movements fluid and natural as if he were dancing to a tune only he could hear.

Every counterattack, every evasive maneuver, was executed with an unintentional brilliance that left the goblins no chance.

The clearing slowly fell silent as the last of the goblins crumpled to the ground.

Alfred stood amidst the chaos, his expression unchanged, his eyes scanning the field as if expecting more foes to appear.

At the edge of the battlefield, Luna couldn’t help but giggle softly.

Her wings reflected the soft glow of the fading light as she marveled at how a simple training session had turned into a spectacle of misinterpreted heroism and internal strife.

It was a daily reminder of the absurdity of fate in this unpredictable world.

But the tranquility of the training was abruptly shattered by a sudden commotion.

Just as Alfred delivered the final, decisive blow, a sharp scream cut through the air.

“I… I need to go to the toiled…”

Seraphina shrieked, her voice trembling with panic and embarrassment.

“What does she have?”

Alfred asked, halting in his tracks, genuine confusion etched on his face.

“Nothing… it’s a girl thing,”

Luna replied between bouts of laughter, her amusement echoing in the suddenly quiet field.