My Student is a Magical Villainess 8 - (MahoAko, OC-MC)

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Being kidnapped was not something I had completely envisioned as a potential threat to my safety.

Then again, the way this 'kidnapping' was equally baffling.

"Apologies, but I have to put you to sleep. All I can promise you is that you will be not harmed as per Venalita's Order."

To make it very weird, the 'ringleader' of this plot was someone familiar and... one I actually recognized due to her nun-themed outfit matching the skimpy one from the comic I sold her.

The young woman, Sister Gigant, looked kind of hot with that underboob window-

And I was suddenly wacked on the side of my head.

I was absolutely clueless on what occurred after that. Only thing I knew was that I woke up nowhere near anywhere I knew and definitely in a prison cell of sort.

The girl, Sister Gigant, greeted me as she had been sitting by a chair in front of my prison bed.

"Oh, you are finally awake," She spoke softly, her face flat and emotionless. "Once again, apologies for the disruption, Yadama-san. Your kidnapping was... a bit messier than I had wished for it to be."

This wasn't good news. Well, beyond being put in a prison cell, I thought I had hit the worst situation possible.

Then the woman laid out the situation - the shop had been set ablaze. The shop I got from my grandfather, the one I promised him to keep standing until I passed the thing to someone worthy or died childless was now gone.

...

I felt my eyes lower, my dismay and annoyance muted before my own sense of inner upset. That was the place where I spent most of my childhood. My little dream land.

Not only that, but it was the place where others had found their own delight between the toys and the books presented by the shop.

I could think of Utena, but also Korisu as those that had been particularly 'marked' in a good way by the place.

"Was that place truly important to you? I can assure you that it will be rebuilt- after all, it's not truly expensive for me-"

"It's not that issue. It was..." I paused, trying and failing to make sense of the sympathy leveled at me by this villainess. I wasn't even sure if she was part of the same group as Utena, but her mentioning Venalita and acting on her orders meant that it was possible- or that there was more than what the devilish mascot had been willing to share to all of us. "It was my grandfather's workplace. Had been for decades. And where I spent most of my childhood."

My words drew a wide-eyed stare from the nunly woman, but she didn't say anything at this. In fact, she turned and left with a strange look on her face.

I was soon alone- alone to my thoughts, to my questions and to my sense of unknown over what was to come next.

Sure, this 'promise' of fixing the shop fixed 'most' of the issues, but there was something about this sudden kidnapping that didn't feel right.

What was going on? And how come I was the target of this attack?

The more I tried to think about this, the more I felt like I was digging into dirt and finding nothing. Nothing but more frustration.

Time passed, I looked through the bars of the cell. It was a windowless room, so I couldn't exactly get much beyond: it is a dark and gloomy prison cell.

I sighed, sitting back to the bed, looking around aimlessly in an effort to find a way out of it and... I found something.

A loose brick by the wall. Pushing it, I managed to create a tiny hole. I tried with the other bricks around the newly-created opening and those were equally lose. Slowly but surely I had a way into the next cell. Its door was open.

Stepping into the deserted hall, I cautiously looked for anything suggesting where an exit may be. There were lit torches and I could see the flames pushed into a specific direction. There was a soft gust... and I followed the path leading to where it came from.

It felt risky, I admit that I was not built for this, but I wasn't planning to find the main source of this issue. Like hell I would linger about on who had concocted this kidnapping.

I just wanted a way out before... well, before disaster struck.

I had an odd feeling that, knowing Venalita, this wasn't a plan to hurt the girls - it was to test them.

Knowing how this had come up from time to time, on how the mascot had been plotting a way to get the group to get the 'worst' out of themselves already so they could rely on it when needed, I could see how this kidnapping, with how weird it was developing, may have not been something 'real'.

Or 'as real as a proper kidnapping should be from a bad group'.

As I was looking around in an effort to find an exit, I paused briefly as I heard an oddly familiar noise. Someone was... crying. Quite loudly I would say.

I stepped closer to where the crying came from, stopping by a partly open door leading up to... well, a bedroom of sort. Someone was there, sobbing over a phone as she tried to console herself.

"N-Nemo-chan! Bwahaaaa~!" The girl had brunette hair with some cyan locks, matching in color with her reddening eyes. She was wearing a short dress that ended upward by her breasts, barely covered by a thin black bikini bra, and then down to her hips. From there, two boots reached down to her feet.

She was sitting on her bed, clearly distraught and looking at a picture of... another girl.

I think they were with the nun villainness but... what was up with her?

Common sense dictated that I didn't intercede into this sort of situation, but I guess dealing with the girls' own life issues may have made me a softie for this kind of sight.

I stepped into the room, carefully making it to her bed and sitting beside her.

Only then did the brunette realize she was not alone. "I-I don't want to be-" She was ready to snap at me, but froze up as she realized it wasn't one of her teammates.

I waved with my hand. "Hi."

"...H-Hello? W-Wait, you are the prisoner we kidnapped! Ho-How did you get out?"

"Loose bricks in the cell."

She looked away. "O-Oh."

"...So, that's a good friend of yours?" I asked, aiming a finger at her phone's screen, which she promptly hid away from my sight.

"T-That's none of your business! And you should be back to- to your cell!"

...

I merely stared at her and... I saw her look away. "F-Fine, yes. She is my childhood friend, and she can be a mean jerk at times and- and- and now- now she got caught by your slaves!"

Blinking as I thought on what she said, I frowned at the last bit. "The girls are not my slaves. Utena is a long-standing customer of mine, while Kiwi is a part-time worker and Korisu just stick around to play with plushies."

Her mouth opened again and... she paused. "That's lame. Minus the work," She turned away once more. "I wouldn't mind a job now..."

"I would offer if your group didn't set my shop ablaze," I mentioned, seeing the brunette flinch at my words. "However, back on your friend. I can assure you she is still alive if not a bit shaken up. After all, these three do have fond memories of the shop."

...

She bowed her head. "I... I didn't mean to burn it. I am sure the same goes for Nemo-chan."

"How did you end up in this group?"

"...I wanna be a singer. But I suck. Nemo-chan said that too. And I hate it," The girl beamed viciously. "So, I wanna show the world that I am a good singer by bursting eardrums!"

...

"That sounds a bit of a forced reason."

"I-It is not. I am just- why are you even bothering?! We are enemies?"

"Are we?" I asked back, causing her to recoil in surprise. "I mean, I can tell now there's at least three individuals in this group that are not pleased with what is going on. So, how many are supportive of my kidnapping?"

She looked away, a displeased look on her face. "J-just one then. That's our boss, Lord Enorme. She is- is the one that acted against you. Thought you the real mastermind behind the other group."

I snorted. "While I appreciate the flattering misunderstanding, I just own a shop, give some life advices when needed and that's all."

...

"Lame."

I rolled my eyes. "Ehe, I will have you know I have yet to fail about those."

"Oh, then tell me, 'Good Advice'-san, I am a bad singer, how should I improve that?"

I looked up to the ceiling to think about it and... "Did you take singing lessons?"

"A few."

"And?"

"And what?"

I sighed, looking down to the girl. "And did you get a teacher telling you what needs improvement?"

"Nah," She huffed, looking away. "They always told me I have no chance."

"That's crap," I pointed out, surprising her a bit with this comment. "If a teacher doesn't help you with what you pay them for, then they are shitty teachers. Tell you what, do you have some equipment to sing?"

"...Y-Yeah?"

"Then let's see where's the issue."

"Y-You just want me to- to sing so suddenly?"

I nodded. "Yep. And I will not only listen to you, but coach you wherever there is any issue in need of fixing. Just give me your usual and I will pinpoint what you need to fix up and we will work on this until you can confidently say 'I am a good singer, and those teachers were utter trash'. Got it?"

Cyan eyes widened astronomically at the pep-talk and... she beamed.

"Fine! But you better owe up to a beatin' if you lie to me, sensei."

Somehow, as Lord Enorme's fortress was besieged, a minion was missing - after all, Loco Musica had a singing voice to train up when she meets up with her childhood (crush) friend!

AN

Things about to get nasty between Lord Enorme and Utena.