It was common knowledge that Lusamine was the true ruler of Aether Paradise.
But at the same time, she was also a Lewd scholar.
Although her specialty was Ultra Space, she dabbled in all kinds of research, from the human body to topics related to Pokémon.
However, "knowledgeable" was by no means Lusamine's greatest strength.
Generosity—that was her finest quality.
This great lewd scholar firmly believed that knowledge should not be hoarded by a privileged few.
To spread knowledge and share the essence of it with others—that was what a true lewd scholar ought to do!
Only by drawing more people into the field could the study of lewd science continue to grow and evolve.
To that end, Lusamine had made a bold decision.
She would start a tutoring class—personally instructing Lana and Wicke, two new students—so they too could begin exploring the true mysteries of the Ultra Wormholes.
And the legendary artist Mew had also offered its opinion on the matter.
It thought Lusamine's idea was excellent—selfless and worthy of admiration.
Though Lusamine was not its Trainer, Mew was still willing to help and even requested to serve as the director for this endeavor.
After all... the other main star of the instructional material was none other than its own beloved Trainer.
Unfortunately, it seemed that students the world over shared one trait—they disliked theory classes. And neither Lana nor Wicke was an exception.
Faced with Lusamine's good intentions, Lana bluntly shot back, "Let us go, you pervert!"
Cursing Lusamine outright, she struggled a few more times.
But alas, unable to even reach her Poké Ball, she was now powerless—like a certain overconfident, perpetually defeated protagonist—completely at her enemy's mercy.
At this point, Lana genuinely felt like she was about to lose her mind.
What had happened back at Lusamine's mansion was humiliating enough, and now...
How had things ended up like this?! Hadn't she suffered enough today?
She had only come to Aether Foundation to rescue a Dratini! Why was fate subjecting her to this torment?!
"Yell all you want. I'll enjoy the class even more once it starts."
Lusamine waved a hand, utterly unbothered by Lana's words.
"I'm not forcing you to participate in the 'lesson.' I'm merely asking you to observe—is that really so difficult?"
"You must maintain a spirit of learning, or else your soul will rot with time."
"Remember that well."
"President... are you even in your right mind?"
Wicke had lost it too. She simply couldn't understand why Lusamine had turned out this way...
Could it really be that man's fault? Like those strange stories where someone slowly falls into depravity and ends up molded by another's influence...
Wait—if that man could turn Lusamine into this, then wouldn't she and Lana eventually...?
Wicke could feel her thighs trembling.
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After parting ways with Lana, Haru had originally planned to find Lillie, to test the waters and see if she had noticed anything.
But... no sooner had he left Lana than he received a message from Lusamine, and Lillie was nowhere to be found.
Haru didn't think much of it. In his mind, Lusamine had probably called Lillie over.
After all, Lillie was a well-behaved girl—not the type to leave without a word.
Clearly, Lusamine had similar concerns and also wanted to probe Lillie's awareness of the situation.
And so, Haru followed the address in Lusamine's message and arrived at the destination—a secluded research facility.
Though he wasn't sure why Lusamine had arranged to meet in such a place, Haru figured he wouldn't get into any trouble here, so he didn't dwell on it.
For some reason, his Flutter Mane absolutely hated staying inside its Poké Ball—much like Ash's Pikachu.
But unlike Pikachu, Flutter Mane was a Ghost-type Pokémon—and a very timid one at that—so instead of perching on Haru's shoulder, it chose to hide inside his body, like a ghost possessing its host.
As a result, Haru had inadvertently become the kind of Trainer who hardly needed to fear sneak attacks.
However... the moment he stepped inside and called out into the facility, something felt off.
It was too quiet—eerily so. Like the kind of silence you'd find in a haunted house.
And why had that heavy iron door closed by itself as soon as he entered? Had he wandered onto a horror movie set?
So what was going to appear next—a Sadako stuck halfway out of a television, or a Kayako out to claim her next victim?
As Haru's mind drifted to these absurd thoughts, a blaring piece of music suddenly erupted around him!
It sounded like an old tune—though Haru couldn't name it, the sultry saxophone intro alone told him this was a true classic.
At that moment, a chaotic light display switched on, instantly transforming his spot into an isolated "stage."
A closer look revealed several cameras moving with him, tracking his every move.
What the heck was going on now?
Haru stared around blankly, utterly lost—he had no clue what kind of performance Lusamine had in mind for him.
But his question was soon answered.
Yes—he could now hear the click-clack of high heels approaching across the floor.