The Virgin Hero Who Fought in the Dungeon for 20 Years Returned to the Surface Only to Find the Population of the World Has Dropped Drastically, with a Male-to-Female Ratio of 1:1000 - 83

Chapter 83: My Homeroom Teacher is Koyomi-sensei

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“This is bad. At this rate, the worms of this city will defile Ryuuto-sama.”

“Wh-what should we do?”

“Please rest assured. I will call in security and have them eliminated immediately.”

Regaining her composure, Sayaka activated the talk switch built into the vehicle and swiftly began communication.

“This is Alpha. Urgent, urgent. Headquarters, please respond.”

“—This is Headquarters. What is the situation?”

“This is Alpha. Situation is gray. Dispatch support units immediately to the Imperial’s coordinates. The Imperial is displeased. I repeat, the Imperial is displeased.”

“This is Headquarters. Understood regarding the situation from Alpha’s report. Beta, Gamma, and Delta will be deployed there, and the traffic network will be blocked. Protect the Imperial at all costs.”

“This is Alpha. Understood on protecting the Imperial.”

“—Good luck.”

“Yes.”

The communication ended there. Sayaka let out the faintest of smiles and looked straight at Ryuuto with calm eyes.

“Ryuuto-sama, please rest assured. The situation will be resolved within three minutes. In the meantime, would you like to listen to a song? Please bear with the noise for a short while.”

“I don’t really get what’s going on, but, well, I’ll leave it to you.”

“Yes.”

Ryuuto’s seat reclined automatically. At the same time, Brahms began to play from the car audio system—Symphony No. 4. Meanwhile, outside the vehicle, commuting women swarmed around, banging on the car from all sides like a scene straight out of a zombie movie. 

Sayaka, having regained her composure, put on sunglasses and sipped coffee elegantly from a cup. While listening to the exquisite melody, Ryuuto thought to himself. 

Maybe I should have just walked to the station…

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“Nice to meet you, Sakazaki-kun. That’s right, isn’t it? Or should I call you Ryuuto-sama instead…?”

“No, Sensei, it’d be weird for a teacher to call a student that. Sakazaki is fine.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… This is my first time having a boy in my class, so I-I-I’m a bit nervous. Ahaha… I’m so hopeless.”

“No, no, really. It’s fine.”

At the Explorer School, Ryuuto’s homeroom teacher for Class 1-C, Koyomi Suzuka, blushed and looked dejected. Koyomi, wearing high heels and a pure white blouse, was twenty-four this year. Her hair was wavy and quite unruly, giving her a soft, fluffy vibe.

“Ah, but more importantly, Suzuka-sensei, my class is—”

“Koyomi-sensei.”

“Eh?”

“Please call me Koyomi-sensei! Otherwise, I won’t respond.”

In front of a stunned Ryuuto, Koyomi puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away in a pout. Considering she was more than a decade older than him, Ryuuto couldn’t help but find her actions kind of cute, especially after witnessing the chaos with those women on his way to school. Koyomi’s attitude felt refreshingly innocent compared to those women.

“Alright, Koyomi-sensei. How’s that?”

“Hauu!”

Clutching the attendance book, Koyomi’s knees trembled with joy. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and the edges of her eyes were red. A thin line of drool glistened at the corner of her lips painted with lipstick.

“Koyomi-sensei?”

“Fua! Haaah… What destructive power you have… Ah, I’m sorry, Sakazaki-kun. Excuse me. Um, right, about myself? For starters, I’m currently single. And, even now, I keep up the same training regimen from my days as an explorer, so my body fat percentage stays at twelve percent. It might sound immodest, but I guess you could call me the slender with big boobs type. Right?”

“Uh, sure.”

Suddenly, Koyomi leaned forward and pushed her chest together with both hands, causing her shirt to strain against her ample bust. Ryuuto thought that she was quite an impressive specimen indeed.

“S-s-so, Sakazaki-kun, what do you think of teachers like me? If you say you prefer the loli type, I’ll be a bit crushed, you know. I’m, you know, the sexy type! Oh! Look, look. I can do this!”

Koyomi took out a ballpoint pen and slid it into her cleavage, skillfully holding it in place without her hands. Ryuuto watched, fascinated, as the pen disappeared between her breasts.

“Mmm. Maybe a ballpoint pen doesn’t have enough impact? Then, how about this attendance book? Hyaa, hyaa, how’s that!”

“Whoa, I get it, I get it! But please don’t break the attendance book! Anyway, which classroom is mine?”

“Ah, right here. This is the infirmary. Sakazaki-kun, you must be tired after the morning rush. Why don’t you stay here and rest a bit with Sensei?”

Koyomi spread her miniskirt wide, brazenly exposing her proud thighs almost up to a dangerous level.

“Enough with the jokes.”

Frustrated that the conversation wasn’t moving forward, Ryuuto grabbed Koyomi’s arm just as she was reaching for the door. His face showed clear annoyance.

“Ahhn~♡ S-sorry. Nngh, I think I might like it when you’re a bit rough with me… I mean, I do~♡”

“Alright. Listen here.”

“Mmm. Right. Actually, your classroom is in the complete opposite direction. Tehe.”

“Hey.”

“Ehe. But, Sakazaki-kun… Are you sure this is the department for your transfer? Are you sure there’s no mistake with the transfer? I mean, we’re in the Recovery Department, you know.”

“Yeah.”

At the Explorer School, students were assigned to specific departments based on their aptitude and skills. Each department trained the students to become top-notch explorers who would one day challenge dungeons. Ryuuto had chosen the Healing and Recovery Department. This department specialized in teaching everything from basic medical techniques to the advanced, efficient use of healing skills.

“Sakazaki-kun, your class is a mage, right? Well, I mean, both I and my students are super excited about you joining. We’re truly lucky to have you with us.”

“Yeah, the Recovery Department is exactly where I want to be, not the Magic Department. Actually, I’m not that good with healing skills. I don’t know the basics well either. I can heal quickly, but my resource management is terrible. In a dungeon, where you have to think about long-term resource management, wasting magic power leaves you out of breath fast. I want to learn the fundamentals. I want to rebuild my skills from scratch in the Recovery Department. Just drifting through classes for the sake of earning an explorer license won’t cut it. In a party, healing skills are far more important than attack power.”

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