Perverted Mage

The classroom has one big window that opens to the view of the distant mountains under the lilac sky. Despite the cool wind flowing into the room through the window, my forehead has a layer of sweat. Nine pairs of eyes are fixed on me. Among the nine students, that girl with grey hair and pink eyes is also there.

The girl lowers her head when I look at her. I keep a poker face. This is too awkward. A while ago, my p.e.n.i.s was inside that girl's mouth.

Under the penetrating gaze of the students, I need to keep a cool facade in spite of the tornadoes rising from the anxiety in my body. I ignore the urge to itch my balls. It's already uncomfortable to walk with too many things between her legs. Being a man is hard.

I take a seat. Trying my best to act nonchalant, I pick up the roster from the table and opens it.

In the classroom that consists of six male students and three female students, the youngest and smallest one looks like a six year old human boy and the oldest one is that girl whom I met right after I woke up. I ignore the girl's anxious peeks at me. I scan the rest of the students. After seeing the dogman, it's not shocking to see a chubby leopard in a male uniform and a gargoyle in a skirt.

The females sink into their seats. There's obvious disgust in their eyes that they are trying hard to hide. In contrast to the girls, the boys are rather relaxed. Only the youngest dark-haired boy meets my gaze with an emotionless face. I might not be a magical being who can read people's minds, but I can tell that this mage is not liked by his students.

The awkward silence grows heavier.

"Ahem!" I clear my throat and glance at the class roster. I blink my eyes a few times at the strange characters. Shit! This isn't English. I knit my brows brow together and stare hard. The strange words do not feel unfamiliar to me. So, the mage's body might have forgotten the explicit memories, but it still remembers the implicit memories. I narrow my eyes as my mind processes the letters. I say the first word, "Sylvia."

"Yes, Teacher." The girl with grey hair stands up abruptly.

"Oh!" What a coincidence! Her name is Sylvia Feathers. Somehow, it suits the girl who is always trembling like a baby bird. I wave my hand, gesturing her to sit down.

"Teacher." I hear a distinct voice. It's the youngest boy with a round face. He asks me, "When will we get our results of the level one lest?"

A few students look at me with expectations while the other eyes me with 'Don't announce the results today, Teacher' look on their faces.

However, I didn't find any grade list in the mage's room when I was looking for money. Heck! There's nothing in the roster either. What was the mage going to do? Did this mage used to give the grade that he wanted to give to the student or…?

I glance at Sylvia who is biting her lips.

It seems that the mage liked to take advantage of his students. I feel disgusted. Why did I transmigrate into the body of an arsehole? If I was this mage's student, I would have kicked this mage's annoying balls that are still asking for a scratch right now.

The students are watching me with keen eyes, analyzing my every action in silence. I take a deep breath In my previous life, I only had a bachelor degree. I never taught a student before. I was the type of students who would often skip her classes.

"Today." I smile at my not-so-ordinary students. It doesn't hurt to be polite first and mean later. "We are going to have another test. This test will decide your final grades."

The students' faces turn blank. "Another test?"

"Is it going to be the same test?" The little albino boy inquires me with an amused voice. "It would be boring if you toss us into the arena with the beasts again."

The leopard growls at the little boy who pays no heed to him. The gargoyle rolls her eyes. The rest of the students pretend that they didn't hear anything.

What happened here? The aloof little boy seems like one of those top snarky students who never get along with anyone in the class. I ignore the interruption and inform them with an enthusiastic tone, "No, we won't do the same test. The test is quite simple. I am sure that all of you can do well in this test."

"You have to write a report." I press my palms together in excitement. "On me."

Is there another faster way to find out about the mage? I need to know everything about this body -- age, family and history. The students are not the best source of information, but this is the only way to find out without raising any suspicion.

The little boy mutters under his breath, "Overgrown narcissistic child."