Volume 8 Chapter 10 Various Exchanges*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The exchange event with Shisei High School officially started the other day.
The same week, the exchange with the 13th District’s 2nd High School is also beginning.
Today is the first exchange day.
The venue is District 13 High School—our school. This time, we’re the hosts, waiting for the visitors from 2nd High.
Inside the auditorium, four second-year Majin1 and four third-year Majin are on standby, along with student council members.
By the way, all four third-years are student council officers.
”Almost time,” I murmured.
”Yeah,” Ryota replied quietly beside me.
I could faintly hear the noise from outside the auditorium. Sensing the entrance door had opened, we fell silent. In front of us, Tarumii-sensei and the student council president appeared, guiding the 2nd High students inside.
According to what I’d heard beforehand, they were student council members and selected club representatives—both cultural and sports club reps.
Since this is the first year of the program, nobody knows the right way to do things.
We’re feeling our way forward.2
After the greetings from all participants, both student council groups moved to the student council room. Left behind were our second-year members and the 2nd High club reps—eight people in total.
Guess we’ll start by talking.
”Komoda, been a while,” I offered.
”Miyoshi—likewise, you doing well?” Komoda replied.
Komoda was already chatting with one of the guys from their side. The boy called Miyoshi was a friend from their middle school days and currently a second-year club rep for 2nd High—the soccer club’s vice-captain. In this world, his appearance deviation score wasn’t as high as Komoda’s, but for a plain-jane athlete, he had that ideal solid build. Big voice too. Yeah, total extrovert.
The rest of the group I’d never met, so communication ended up being everyone joining in around the two of them as they talked. All guys, incidentally.
The feeling-our-way conversation wasn’t half bad. Aside from Shoji’s uniform being different, I think we had a pretty good time for a conversation with no set goals or right answers. That popular shonen manga currently serializing? Still a reliable conversation starter even in high school.
During about an hour of chatting, we occasionally got serious. If we just cracked jokes and called it a day, writing reflection reports would be tough. To boost everyone’s school records3, we decided to do some research—mutual exchange of information about each other’s schools.
First, the 2nd High students—especially those in journalism-related clubs—would learn about District 13 High School’s reality. They seemed curious about what kind of classes a sorcerer high school teaches and what they do. The deciding factor was that one of the four 2nd High members here today was the Shooting Club President from the journalism club. We had no reason to refuse.
Komoda pitched the visit interview idea to the student council members when they returned, and we broadly agreed on how future exchanges would proceed. And so, even without knowing what we were doing, the exchange event with 2nd High found a goal and set sail.
That day after school.
It was a free day for everyone to do their own thing. Walking home alone, I was waiting for someone at the bookstore in front of the station.
As I casually browsed the reference book section and novel corner, someone appeared before me—a spirit user wearing the Shisei High School uniform.
That piece of paper with the contact info they’d given me the other day. That number, as I’d thought, was Manaka’s home phone. My heart pounding4, I called—and Manaka herself answered. It was a direct line to her room.
Through a conversation basically about how Manaka, forbidden from self-pleasure, wanted to get in touch with me to relieve her urges, we decided to meet up.
That said, if we were seen walking together all friendly-like, things would get dicey.
We’re just acquaintances. Pretending we just happened to have the same destination, we maintained a careful distance as we moved toward our goal.
I walked ahead, heading straight for—the Lost Tea House5, located in the shopping district.
After confirming nobody was watching, I descended the stairs first. Waiting by the door, Manaka came down to the basement.
”Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said softly.
”It’s fine. Let’s go.”
I opened the door and entered the shop.
I told our usual waitress we wanted a two-person room for a break. Even seeing me with Manaka, the waitress showed no sign of emotional reaction whatsoever. As expected of the Lost Tea House Group’s prized interface—renowned for protecting customer privacy.
Entering the room we were shown to, we quickly placed our drink orders.
Within a minute, a karakuri doll arrived with our drinks. Once the doll left, the two of us looked at each other and let out a collective sigh of relief.
Moistening my mouth with my drink, I confirmed with Manaka: “Nobody noticed us, right?”
”Not a single oversight,” she assured me. “Of the people we passed along the way, none should have recognized ‘us’ as a pair.”
I was using Clam’s Illusion Magic, and Manaka had altered her appearance with air-shaping sorcery. If anyone had spotted through the disguise, well, nothing to be done about it.
Manaka was wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief she’d pulled from her duffel bag. We’d walked somewhat briskly, but not at a pace that would break a sweat. The perspiration was from nerves—anticipating what was to come.
I had no intention of merging6 with Manaka here.
The purpose was simply managing Manaka’s self-pleasure.
Manaka would take care of herself here, and I’d watch. That was all.
”So this is the Lost Tea House,” she observed, wiping her sweat while moving her gaze around, observing the interior with evident interest. “It’s simpler inside than I expected.”
For a moment, I saw not the recent “Manaka-san” with her composed, unflappable demeanor, but the “Manaka-chan” from when we first met—curious about everything, wandering around in that endearingly clumsy way.
”…What is it, Minoru?” she asked sharply. “Laughing at someone’s appearance is rude.”
”Nothing,” I replied, hiding my smile. “Just remembering something amusing.”
”I see.”
Manaka caught my gaze and lightly protested. Keep pushing it and I’d probably get scolded.
”Right, to the point,” I said, straightening up. “Manaka, you couldn’t control your urges, so you want to relieve yourself here—that’s the gist?”
”Yes,” she confirmed, meeting my eyes. “That’s correct.”
Manaka seemed to have let go of her embarrassment, answering my teasing question head-on. She even turned the tables on me.
”You declared you’d manage my self-pleasure,” she pointed out, “yet you didn’t send me your contact info or give any orders. Honestly, I spent days wondering if Minoru was actually serious.”
”…Sorry about that,” I admitted.
”In the end, nothing would’ve happened today if I hadn’t made the first move,” she continued. “Be grateful.”
”Yes… thank you very much…” I muttered.
”Good.”
This is wrong. How is it that I—the one who was just asserting dominance seconds ago—am getting scolded by someone who should be in the subordinate position? I got completely flipped.
This won’t do. I need to switch gears.
”Ahem!” I cleared my throat. “Then Manaka, begin.”
”Yes,” she replied, a hint of nervousness creeping back in. “Well then…”
Manaka’s hands went to her uniform.
Shisei High School’s uniform is a sailor-style academy uniform. She wears a cardigan over it.
First, she takes off the cardigan, folds it, and places it on the tatami. Next, her hands go to her scarf—she slips it off with a smooth motion and lays it over the cardigan. Then her hands reach for the side zipper. She lowers the zipper, pauses for a moment, and is about to grab the hem when I stop her.
”Stop,” I commanded.
”??” she froze, looking up. “What is it?”
”The uniform’s a shame to waste,” I explained. “Keep it on.”
”…Understood,” she conceded, a flicker of something—surprise?—crossing her face.
Manaka obediently accepts my instruction. Optional requests are apparently allowed. I’d succeeded in having her keep the sailor-style academy uniform on, rather than stripping down to underwear.
”Nn…♡” she breathed, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips.
Manaka had been rustling around under her clothes, and then she pulled her hands out.
In them was a white bra. Not that it matters, but how did she take off just her bra while keeping her uniform on? Girls’ changing habits are mysterious.
”…”
”Go ahead,” I prompted, extending my hand wordlessly.
She hesitated, then reluctantly handed over the bra. Good, she knows the routine.
Checking the tag… F. Nice.
The cloth still carried her body heat. Mustering all my willpower, I refrained from sniffing the scent signature. Seeing me place the bra on top of her scarf, Manaka looked relieved. She opened her legs, spreading them in an M-shape so I could see under her skirt from the front.
A white fabric at her crotch.
Same position as her first self-pleasure session the other day—but the underwear color was the opposite.
White panties beneath a navy skirt. Good.
”Nn…♡” she moaned softly.
First, Manaka began rubbing her own chest with both hands, over her clothes.
In winter uniform, the softness of her breasts isn’t obvious visually. The thick fabric gets in the way—frustrating.
I don’t think she was reading my impatience—more likely, Manaka herself judged that touching her chest over her uniform wouldn’t feel good. She slipped her hands under the hem and started directly groping her breasts.
Every time Manaka’s hands moved, her uniform pushed up and shifted in ways that fueled my imagination.
”Nn… mmm…♡… ahh♡” she breathed, her voice growing huskier.
This was her second self-pleasure performance, and she’d had plenty of time to mentally prepare. So while she still looked bashful, she was also bold—her expression practically saying “watch all you want.”
”Heh heh♡” she chuckled, a playful, seductive sound.
She even had the composure to glance at my swelling crotch and smirk.
After working herself up through her chest, Manaka slowly withdrew her right hand and moved it toward her crotch.
”Ah… ha…♡… nn♡” she panted.
After stroking her vulva through her panties, she pressed the cloth into her cleft with one middle finger—again and again. Shame the fabric isn’t thin enough to see her shape clearly.
She spread her index and ring fingers, pulling the fabric aside, and I could see a faint stain. So she really was getting aroused.
Pressing, stretching, and bending the thin cloth to stimulate herself—Manaka’s stain was visibly growing.
And then, the moment came.
”Phew…♡… phew…♡… nn… nnnhhh! ♡” she cried out.
Manaka’s whole body shuddered.
She’d touched her bean through the fabric. Just like last time, her clit was sensitive.
This time she seemed to have braced for the stimulation—her body convulsed with a jolt, but she didn’t collapse.
”Ughh♡… kuuuhh♡♡… nnghh♡♡” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.
Each time Manaka’s white fingers traced her bean, the wet area on the cloth visibly expanded.
Her white panties were soaked and semi-transparent; I could see the dark fuzz faintly through them.
”Ah ha♡… nn♡… hyaa♡♡” she gasped, her hips beginning to move in rhythm with her fingers.
Whether she was using the fact of being watched as extra fuel, Manaka’s fingers grew bolder. Her gaze kept flickering between my face and my swelling crotch. She looked embarrassed yet pleased.
For me—absolutely forbidden to touch—this situation was pure torture.7
How good would it feel to push Manaka down right now, to plunge my d**k into that wet, slippery cleft? To split that virgin flesh with my spear, to breed her—what face would she make? What sound would she cry out? Would she be happy, or would she scold me for breaking my promise?
My imagination ran wild. I suppressed it with all my reason, forcing myself not to act.
I took a sip of my iced coffee to cool myself down. Stay calm.
This isn’t my time to get excited. I’m here to discipline Manaka. As her superior, I need to act appropriately.
”Manaka,” I commanded, keeping my voice steady, “report when you’re about to come.”
”I know♡… I know…” she panted, her fingers never stopping. “Ugh… fuuuh♡♡”
Even as she answered my instruction, Manaka’s fingers never stopped.
If anything, they moved faster.
Her left hand, still groping her chest, pushed her sailor-style uniform up and down. The cloth at her crotch shifted width restlessly, thoroughly damp.
”Mi… Minoru♡” she gasped.
”What?” I asked, my pulse quickening.
”I’m coming♡, I’m close♡, I’m gonna come♡♡…!” she cried out, her voice rising in urgency.
”Go ahead,” I said, leaning forward. “Show me the cutest part of Manaka-chan.”
”! … I’m, I’M COMING!! ♡” she screamed, her body arching. “I’m coming while Minoru-kun watches my embarrassing place!!! ♡♡♡”
The biggest tremor yet ran through Manaka’s entire body.
Her M-spread legs shot straight up and froze.
Her face was contorted, teeth clenched—a slightly broken expression.
That ever-refined Manaka’s lewd face was all I could see.
”♡♡… haaah♡… haaah♡… haaah♡” she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The leg-straight convulsions continued for several dozen seconds. Slowly, Manaka relaxed and rebooted.
I called out to her gently. “Manaka-chan, did that feel good?”
”Mm…♡” she murmured, her eyes still hazy. “Really… felt amazing…♡♡”
Her answer came back dreamy and floaty, like she hadn’t fully recovered her senses yet.
”Good girl,” I praised, reaching out.
”Hehe♡♡” she giggled softly.
Just once, I patted her head.
I figured, after it was all over, this much contact was safe.
A few minutes later, Manaka slowly seemed to return to her senses.
”…I’ll change…” she muttered, her cheeks flushing.
Maybe she felt embarrassed now—she averted her gaze from me, knelt, and rustled around in her bag before pulling out a cloth drawstring pouch.
She’d apparently brought spare underwear.
Under my watch, Manaka stood up and, with her skirt still on, slipped off her panties and put on a fresh pair.
Rustling under her uniform, she reattached the bra. Within minutes, Manaka had returned to the exact appearance she’d had upon entering this room.
With her composed expression back, Manaka sat across from me with the table between us, sipping her remaining drink. The iced coffee, ordered some time ago, was sweating profusely.
”Next time, Onigahara Dojo,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence. “That work for you?”
”Yes,” she replied, nodding. “That’s fine.”
In three days, I’d be able to watch Manaka’s lewd display again. Looking forward to it.
”After that… there’s the greeting,” I continued. “I’ll need to do that before the training session at the dojo.”
”So sometime this week,” she calculated. “Friday after school, then. I’ll check Father’s schedule and let you know the time.”
”Got it. Thanks.”
I needed to pay my respects to Manaka’s father—the Head of the Kuga family. Honestly, I didn’t look forward to it, but it couldn’t be helped.
With that settled, we had about thirty minutes left.
Manaka and I spent the remaining time having a serious discussion about what we’d do at Onigahara Dojo that weekend. It’d been a while since I’d had a one-on-one sorcery discussion with Manaka—it was genuinely fun.
Break time ended, and we left the Lost Tea House.
Unlike entering, leaving automatically activated the Lost Tea House’s recognition-inhibiting sorcery—nobody could identify who had just come out.
Still, better safe than sorry.8
I let Manaka head home first. After enough time had passed, I also emerged from the back alley into the shopping street.
Fortunately, I made it back home without anyone noticing.
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Summary:
Minoru and his classmates host an exchange event with 13th District’s 2nd High School, finding common ground through manga and agreeing to research visits. That evening, Minoru meets Manaka at the Lost Tea House for their scheduled “management” session, where she performs self-pleasure while he watches and maintains control. The scene concludes with her orgasm and a rare moment of genuine connection through a head pat, followed by planning their next meeting at Onigahara Dojo.
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Trivia:
The exchange event with 2nd High involves both student council members and club representatives from both schools.
The Shooting Club President from 2nd High’s journalism club is key to arranging the visit interview.
Manaka called Minoru first using a direct line to her room.
Clam’s Illusion Magic and air-shaping sorcery were used to disguise both Minoru and Manaka.
The Lost Tea House waitress shows no reaction to any customer pairing.
Manaka brought spare underwear and changed without removing her skirt.
Minoru needs to formally greet the Head of the Kuga family before training at Onigahara Dojo.
The Lost Tea House applies recognition-inhibiting sorcery when customers leave.
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Translation Notes:
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Notes:
• Shisei – An acquaintance involved in high-profile activities.
• S – A first-year student at District 13 High School who has taken B from North Middle into his squad.
• T – A first-year student at District 13 High School who has recruited K and N from East Middle into his group.
• M – A first-year student at District 13 High School and the childhood friend of Anonymous Student 0006, described as an atavistic strong-female who looks plain but possesses significant power.
• B – A student originally from North Middle School who was added to S’s group.
• A – A student from South Middle School described as an idol who has been recruited into R’s high school squad.
• Ryota – Minoru’s loyal, outgoing best friend since middle school is a male science-track classmate, sorcerer, and Majin. A fat supremacist with a slightly anxious yet pragmatic demeanor, he assertively leads a ‘Strong-Female’ squad, gaining two Majo by his first year’s end. He enjoys skiing, trains at a shrine dungeon, uses the Nagase hideout, and shares casual banter with Minoru.
• R – A first-year student at District 13 High School who has successfully built a squad and added multiple girls, including M and A, into his group.
• Tarumii – Job: Teacher; Note: Guides exchange students.
• Komoda – An eccentric, polite male sorcerer and leader of the influential Komoda house, he is Minoru’s second-year classmate who speaks with casual familiarity. He commands a Sword-Hammer Cave squad, manages travel and intel, coordinates with Ryota’s group, and seeks an alliance with Minoru. Outperforming Shoji’s team, he cleared the surface layer by purifying a giant scaled earthworm boss.
• K – A student from East Middle who followed N to National High School out of care, successfully remaining pure through N’s protection until a misunderstanding involving Anonymous Student 0008 led to her capitulation.
• Miyoshi – Job: Soccer club vice-captain; Relationship: Friend from middle school with Komoda; Note: Solid build, loud voice, extroverted.
• Shoji – A serious, silver werewolf beastman and top 5th District sorcerer, he is also a male classmate in Minoru’s second-year class who greets others with informal energy. Wielding magic pistols, shock spells, and a spear, he led Ryota, Komoda, and Strong-Females through a dungeon. He manages complex ties with Kotoha and aims to rescue his relative Risa from a Shadow entity by tracking scents to feed her Hinoki.
• Manaka – Manaka Kuga is an elegant, sharp-featured Shisei High student, authoritative circle leader, and strategist for the top-tier Kuga family’s Founding Strong-Females. Minoru’s refined yet direct childhood friend, she uses a short staff for spatial/air-shaping sorcery. Known for her aristocratic bearing and “-chan” honorific, she manages security, led a year-long deception, and orchestrated an exchange battle request.
• N – A student from East Middle with an eccentric personality who entered National High School due to complex family circumstances and used herself as leverage to negotiate a protective agreement for K.
• Clam – Evolving from a clam via a stone, this newborn Aberration is a sorcerer specializing in Bewilderment magic. Taking a large mollusk form or a toddler guise with limited speech, this unique Phantom serves as a communication intermediary for water tank entities. Though she often questions others’ abilities, she was educated by Tempura, is deeply attached to Asari, and gets drunk on carbonated drinks.
• Minoru – The protagonist and narrator is a black-haired Demon reincarnated from Japan, standing 183cm with sharp eyes. Pragmatic yet internally hurt, this eldest Tatemiya son wrongly believed his childhood friends abandoned him. Serving as ‘master’ to a mixed female group, he uses inherent spatial manipulation sorcery to command a handgun and subjugated monsters like Pape in mid-guard combat.
• Onigahara – Onigahara-san is a stern, disciplined mentor from an influential sorcerer family and Mitsuki’s aunt. Dedicated to her lineage’s legacy, she manages logistics and drives the family microbus for dungeon training. She maintains hierarchical bonds with dojo students and remains involved in the group’s situation after a pickup, potentially having received word from Manaka’s father.
• Kuga – Worn on Manaka and Marin’s garments to symbolize kinship, the Kuga family name carries heavy social weight and authority. This distant lineage, marking the farthest point from the narrator’s home, has a strained relationship with the Tatemiya family due to Minoru being abandoned by Manaka. A family member working as hotel staff also reports Anri’s visit to the sealed dungeon.
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