You hold the students' attention, at least...

Your first few days of classes don’t meet your expectations any more than your first morning did. Teaching mostly consists of you standing in front of the class in your skimpy uniform, lecturing a bunch of horny brats who simply see you as eye candy. The reaction from your male students is predictable enough. Their eyes are glued to you the whole time, but they don’t hear a word you’re saying. What surprises you is the girls’ reactions. You expected some solidarity with them, considering they’re stuck suffering a monastery full of horndogs as well. But most of them stare at you just like the boys do, like you’re a feast for their eyes, rather than a professor. And a select few seem to hate your guts. Dorothea is one such student.

“Professor, for the thousandth time, can you please tell Ferdinand to stop groping me in the middle of class?”

Well, it’s not an unreasonable request. Ferdinand’s arm is reaching towards her while Dorothea wears a vibrant blush on her face, leaving little mystery what’s happening beneath the desk. Her shirt and skirt are visibly discarded in the middle of the aisle, putting her large breasts and black bra on display, as well as her panties for anyone sitting in the back row. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved to have someone drawing gazes away from you and your embarrassing attire. But Ferdinand has been feeling Dorothea up in every class since you started teaching a few days ago. Certainly, that would make it difficult to learn. Though you suspect Dorothea simply hates Ferdinand, and is angry that he’s getting to touch her whenever he wants.

“I already told you, Dorothea. I talked to Rhea about it.” The class always recoils and starts mumbling whenever you call her “Rhea” instead of “Lady Rhea”. It’s not like you have any respect to offer such a woman who somehow became Archbishop. “She said there’s nothing that can be done. Ferdinand is ‘embracing his sexuality and satisfying it as he sees fit’. His behavior is not only permitted, but encouraged by the teachings of Seiros.”

She rolls her eyes and resumes clamping down on her voice to avoid letting out any embarrassing moans in the middle of class. It only somewhat works.