Let's Train Heroine

Maris's heart raced as she looked around the room. The sight of her classmates, their eyes glazed over with heart shapes, their breaths shallow and labored, filled her with a mix of confusion and dread. The once bright and lively classroom now felt suffocating, as if the very air had thickened.

She could feel the heat rising in her own cheeks, her thoughts becoming muddled as the strange energy seeped into her mind. It was as if a wave of emotion had crashed over her, threatening to sweep her away. But then, just as quickly as the feeling came, a different energy surged within her, pushing back against the intoxicating warmth.

Maris's gaze sharpened, clarity returning as she realized what had happened. The black gas—it had some kind of effect on everyone. Her hand instinctively moved to cast a purification spell, her fingers tingling with the familiar hum of magic. But just as she was about to release the spell, she saw Lucan step forward.

His expression was calm. He raised his hand, and a soft, golden light began to emanate from his palm. The light grew brighter, expanding until it filled the entire room. The students, who had been teetering on the edge of losing themselves to the overwhelming lust, suddenly stilled.

The warmth in the room dissipated, replaced by a cool, refreshing breeze that seemed to clear away the last remnants of the dark gas. The heart shapes in their eyes faded, and the students blinked, their senses slowly returning to them.

"Is everyone alright?" Lucan's voice cut through the silence, steady and reassuring.

The girls were the first to react. Relief washed over their faces as they realized what had just happened. They turned to Lucan, their eyes wide with gratitude. "Thank you, Lucan!" one of them exclaimed, her voice shaky. "We don't know what we would have done without you."

"Yeah, thank you!" another girl echoed, moving closer to him, her hands clasped in front of her as if in prayer.

Before long, a small crowd of girls had gathered around Lucan, their voices overlapping as they expressed their thanks. They looked at him with a mixture of admiration and adoration, their earlier fear replaced by a profound sense of awe.

Maris stood off to the side, her initial relief quickly giving way to a prickling irritation. Her fists clenched at her sides as she watched the scene unfold. The girls surrounded Lucan, their gazes lingering on him with far more intensity than she liked.

"Teacher," one of the boys said quietly, his tone a mix of resentment and frustration. "Why did you have to stop it? We were finally getting somewhere with the girls."

"Yeah," another boy muttered under his breath, his gaze darkening. "I was this close…"

But not all of the boys shared this sentiment. Some of them looked relieved, their shoulders relaxing as they realized they had been moments away from losing control. One boy, his face still pale from the experience, sighed heavily. "I'm just glad it's over," he said, shaking his head. "That could have ended badly."

These were boys who had girlfriend and crushes in the class. They don't want to see them having sex with other male.

Maris couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed through the crowd, her steps quick and purposeful. "Everyone, back off!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the chatter. The girls turned to look at her, surprise flashing across their faces.

Maris took a deep breath, forcing herself to speak more calmly. "Teacher Lucan magic has drained him," she explained, her tone firm. "He needs to rest. You should give him some space."

The girls hesitated, their adoration for Lucan clashing with the concern in Maris's words. Slowly, they began to step back, their excitement dimming as they realized the truth in her statement.

Lucan glanced at Maris, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Thank you, Maris," he said softly.

Maris's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside. She wrapped her hand around Lucan's wrist, gently but insistently pulling him away from the crowd. "Come on," she murmured. "You really do need to rest."

As they moved away from the classroom and down the hallway, Maris could feel the tension in her chest slowly easing. The further they got from the prying eyes of the other students, the more she could breathe freely.

Finally, they reached a quiet spot, away from the bustling hallways. Maris let go of Lucan's wrist, turning to face him. "Lucan-sama shouldn't push yourself like that," she said, her voice laced with concern. "You need to take care of yourself too, you know."

Lucan chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'm fine, Maris," he reassured her. "But thank you for looking out for me."

Maris felt her cheeks heat up, a small smile playing on her lips despite herself. "Well, someone has to," she replied, trying to keep her tone light.

Lucan smiled at her.

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In the bustling cafeteria, students gathered in groups, discussing the morning's events with varying perspectives.

"I can't believe the entire class was under that spell," one student said, shaking his head. "What was that gas, anyway? It seemed almost like it was planned."

"Yeah, I heard some students say it was an attack from demons," another student added, looking concerned. "They think demons wanted to sabotage the future generations."

"Are you serious?" a girl interrupted, frowning. "I think Lucan did all of this, to make a dramatic entrance and save the day. He did it to look good."

"Oh, come on," a boy retorted, "It's not like he'd need to create a such scene to make himself appear good. It's probably just a coincidence."

"Even if he did have something to do with it," another student said, shrugging, "he's still amazing. I mean, he managed to save everyone and restore everyone back to normal. Not everyone can do that."

"I'm just glad it's over," a girl said.

Just like that, news spread and many of them were positive about Lucan and there were negative but it's something that will exist forever.