How to Handle a Yandere Harem - Chapter 4 - The new teacher of class D
Time for Magical Defense class. The name is self-explanatory: we learn to defend ourselves using magic. And yes, that means mana, a resource I have very little of. So, you can imagine this class is more like a torture session for me.
As I trudged toward the classroom, I couldn’t help but ruminate over Elizabeth’s recent offer. She proposed boosting my grades through some, let’s say, less-than-ethical methods. But resorting to such tactics doesn’t sit well with me. I’m already benefiting from privileges no D-rank should have — a decent table in class, for starters — and taking advantage of more would feel like crossing a line.
Then there’s the fear of spiraling up the ranks under pretenses. What if I became a false S-rank? Or, heaven forbid, a fake SSS-rank? Some might think that sounds fantastic, but for me, it would be a nightmare. The SSS class has fewer than ten students and an enormous room to themselves. I want to avoid that would-be prime battleground for magical skirmishes.
And if I were to be promoted, I’d be expected to mediate and manage those skirmishes. As a simple D-rank, that would spell out disaster for me. Having Emma, Seda, and Elizabeth in the same class as me, with their intense affections and rivalries, would make the situation untenable.
“Yoyoyo Adriel-kun,” Issei called out as I settled into my seat.
I shot back with a grin, “Yoyoyo Norisa-kun.”
His expression soured immediately. “I’ve already told you not to call me Norisa.” Issei has always been sensitive about his last name, given his family’s reputation for having, well, let’s just say, ‘femininely handsome’ features. Teasing him about it is just too tempting to resist.
“I know… I know. Sorry, Issei.”
“Better not do that again.”
“I know, I know. I won’t. I promise.”
“That’s good… Did you hear we’re getting a new teacher today?”
“Nope.”
Keeping up with school gossip was never my strong suit.
“Typical of you. Well, you better watch out. They say this professor is a bit like you — full of girlfriends. If you two are put together, there won’t be any girls left for the rest of us. You’re already hated for having three girlfriends. You better not make that worse.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to do that. What do you think I am?”
“A womanizer.”
As Issei approached his desk, the classroom buzzed with whispers and speculation. The new teacher was already ten minutes late. “Did he get lost?” one student mumbled. “Our room is tucked away. Maybe he couldn’t find it,” another suggested.
“No, I don’t think so. He’s a notorious womanizer. Maybe he tried flirting with the wrong person,” chimed in another voice, laughter following.
“This new professor, such a womanizer – maybe he tried his luck with you-know-who and ended up in a duel to the death,” a student joked, nudging their friend.
“Yeah, right. Only Adriel can handle those three without getting hexed,” someone else added, nodding toward me.
The gossip continued, and just as I was about to join in, the door swung open abruptly, cutting through the chatter.
A tall figure stepped in, his presence immediately commanding attention. His hair was sleek, jet black, styled back in an elegant and imposing manner. His eyes, sharp and calculating, swept across the room, leaving a trail of hushed whispers. He wore a long, dark coat that seemed to absorb the light around him, and his stride was confident, almost predatory.
“Hello, my students.”
There was an air of charisma about him, but it was underscored by something distinctly unsettling.
He wrote his name on the board in bold, sweeping strokes: Professor Kyojin Akuma.
“Let’s begin, shall we?”
His eyes locked onto mine briefly, a knowing glint in them. The class fell into a tense silence, a mixture of intrigue and apprehension filling the air. This was going to be an interesting lesson.
Professor Akuma continued writing on the board, his strokes deliberate and precise. He drew a simple geometric figure — a triangle with intricate runes etched at each vertex and lines connecting them in a specific pattern. To someone well-versed in magic, this probably meant something significant.
“Adriel, do you know what this means?”
I glanced at the whiteboard. The magic formula, although seemingly straightforward, was beyond my comprehension.
“I have no idea. “
Like the one on the board, magical formations are designs imbued with mana. They serve as shortcuts to channeling and releasing magic and can be used in various contexts, from everyday tasks to combat situations. These formations act like catalysts, enhancing and directing the magical energy.
However, my weak grasp of magic meant I rarely engaged in such studies. Instead, I focused more on non-magical sports, like soccer and basketball, where mana usage was prohibited. These were areas where I could compete on a more level playing field.
“This magic formula is used on doors to prevent eavesdropping. It blocks any form of magical spying. In your case, Adriel, such a magical formation wouldn’t be useful.”
The insinuation in Professor Akuma’s voice was unmistakable. He was referring to Elizabeth, Seda, and Emma. It was common knowledge that they were intensely devoted, but their “over-enthusiastic” methods were not public knowledge.
Who exactly was this Professor Akuma, and how much did he know?
“Adriel, I want you to stay after class. We have a lot to discuss.”
His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that felt almost invasive.
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[Emergency, Emergency, someone dangerous approached Adriel in the SSS class] an alarm resonated…