Chapter 11: Tyrannical Power Pressures Girl for Private Desires, Buyu Schemes to Solve the Crisis

“Classmate, can’t answer? If you really can’t, someone else can answer for you.”

The curves of her black-stockinged legs flowed with each step of her heels.

The teacher coldly eyed her freshly manicured nails, not expecting anyone to answer.

Why?

Simple.

She hadn’t taught this yet.

And why target this girl?

Because her nephew had an interest in her.

Tch… if he didn’t have dirt on her, she wouldn’t bother with this!

So annoying. She could’ve slept in this morning.

All because of her damn nephew!

Saying if she created an opportunity, he’d handle the rest.

Since when did that kid get so good at manipulating women?

He was so cute as a child, but the older he got, the more twisted he became.

She’d tried talking to him.

But somehow, talking led to… the bed.

As a physiology teacher, doing *that*…

Tch, forget it. No point thinking about it.

She raised her eyes, snorting, scanning the silent students, none able to answer.

What a shame.

“Since you can’t answer, come demonstrate, Shizuku Sakurai.”

Teacher Saiki eyed the girl, beckoning her forward with a finger, signaling her to prepare.

But Shizuku Sakurai ignored her.

She casually perched on the desk, leaning back slightly, thinking briefly before scoffing.

“Safety, lubrication, and… temperature. I answered, right? Good enough?”

She moved to sit down.

But Teacher Saiki strode forward, snapping her fingers.

Snap—

The crisp sound echoed, silencing Shizuku Sakurai’s defiance.

Teacher Saiki seized the chance, inspecting her desk.

It was empty, not even a scrap of paper.

Answering correctly in this situation?

A delinquent secretly studying at home?

Impossible.

Her gaze shifted to the boy behind her.

His hand pressed on a textbook, eyes glancing out the window, feigning innocence.

“You tipped her off, didn’t you?”

Teacher Saiki yanked the textbook from Su Buyu, flipping to the relevant page.

As expected, it showed creases.

He’d helped her.

She snorted, eyeing him, something clicking.

“You’re Su Buyu, right?”

“Yes, what’s up, Teacher?”

The boy smiled, unfazed by her authority.

He knew her connection to Hideo Saiki.

Same surname, Hideo’s earlier boasts, and his knowledge of the original plot.

No doubt—this teacher was Hideo Saiki’s “backup.”

But targeting Shizuku Sakurai so openly in front of everyone?

Even for a teacher, that was too much.

“If there’s nothing, please start the lesson. Three minutes have passed. Wasting class time… you wouldn’t want that, right, Teacher?”

The breeze outside ruffled Teacher Saiki’s dark hair. She gave a faint smile, shaking her head.

“My question isn’t done. Besides what she said, what other factor affects stress relief duration? Answer with a convincing explanation. If you can’t, you’ll end up like her.”

She grabbed Shizuku Sakurai, snapping her fingers again.

Snap—

A high-density elastic gel pillar dropped beneath her.

Shizuku tried to explain, but her mind was foggy, her words mumbled.

“Uh! S-sorry, Teacher… I didn’t mean to… I thought no one would notice… Notice? These tricks are outdated. You thought your little up-and-down wouldn’t be seen? Get to the front and keep going until I say release!”

The girl couldn’t defy the teacher.

Her frail body, already worn by the dense object, grew weaker.

Under the command, she blushed, shuffling to the front, starting to move.

But whether from exhaustion or nerves frayed by pleasure, her hands couldn’t swing the bat to hit the ball.

Her expression unraveled, tongue lolling like a dog’s, panting heat.

“Teacher… please, my body’s like a pressure cooker… I can’t handle it…”

But Teacher Saiki wasn’t satisfied.

“Faster!”

She grabbed the “stake,” yanking it out and slamming it back like a monk striking a bell, sparking cheers like a golf ball sinking.

“Ohhh…”

The girl’s eyes rolled back, body collapsing, knees scraping the podium’s metal, clattering like a broken toy as she slumped.

“You two, take her to the infirmary.”

Teacher Saiki pointed at two boys, then turned back to Su Buyu.

“So, got an answer?”

Her pupils narrowed to pinpoints behind her glasses, her words pressing, finger-snapping like a ticking countdown, urging his response.

No doubt, that scene was a warning.

He understood her intent, but he had no usable info.

Was he really going to perform a “takeoff”?

No way!

He wouldn’t do something so pointless and exposing!

Think!

Brain, work!

Images flashed in his mind.

Drill spins, golf swings, intense vibrations, guidance?

Guidance? Missile? Flight? Speed? Force?

Got it!

Su Buyu’s eyes lit up with a plan.

But Teacher Saiki just stared, assuming he couldn’t answer.

She’d pinned the textbook down, cutting off his escape.

Or rather… she’d never given him one.

The answer wasn’t even in the book.

What now?

She gazed calmly at him, but his eyes weren’t on her or the book.

He was lost in thought, then blurted two words.

“Speed, force.”

“Speed and force? This is about stress relief factors, not a racing game.”

But Su Buyu pressed on, unshaken.

“It’s well-known that in muscle training, different methods and speeds target different muscle functions.

Like eccentric or concentric training, which works fast- or slow-twitch muscles, adjusting their ratio to meet athletic goals.

So, I believe in stress relief, speed and force are key factors, tailored to one’s goals. Fast speeds train nerve endurance, slow speeds heighten nerve sensitivity. Faster speeds reduce force, slower speeds increase it.

Thus, for stress relief, you should balance speed and force based on your weaknesses, focusing inward, not outward.

And this method, I call…

Fast-Slow Guidance.”