DLK— 11

A/N: Now, the side chapters would continue for the third arc.

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Title: Just Korra Things~

The first day of the academy, at least, the first day as a student in the Senior Classes. Always thinking that the act of covering her mouth while yawning simply acted against her motto of efficiency, Korra stumbled out of her bed with a loud yawn and her arms scratching her smooth, lean belly with the shape of the treasured packs already forming on them. In nothing but loose pants, Korra stood in front of a small mirror. From the reflective surface, Korra could observe the mess she made out of a single bedroom. Clothes and undergarments flung about, her used sarashi coiling around the edge of the bed and her used pants lying on the floor.

Rubbing her eyes to remove the morning goo, Korra glided her tongue across her teeth before leaning down to the makeshift sink provided by the institute and washed herself up. The act of bathing itself needed a public bathing house to achieve. Anyway, after her last night's match, she had gotten patched up before sinking into a warm bath while ignoring the looks of other women on the scene. So what if her body, is quite roughened up? At least, she had what it takes to survive.

Thinking with a scowl how she would be unable to control herself and beat her classmates once again, sticking out like a sore thumb, Korra observed the latest scar on the corner of her shoulders. It was a slight one, easily patchable. However, such scars littered her body. These were her badges. Each one of her scars sang the tale of her hard-won battles. Even her face wasn't spared as one could see a tiny scar running along the left side of her jaw if observed closely.

Finally looking fresh enough for another day of battle, Korra wore her battle tunic crafted out of the arctic bear she hunted. The light blue tunic stuck against her curves, accentuating her body. For a moment, a short smirk emerged on Korra's darkish lips, her icy blue eyes gained a glimmer of mischief as she twisted her buttocks and posed. The tunic had grown shorter, better yet, she had grown taller and larger. So, a little bit of her belly now remained exposed from below, giving everyone a view to the tantalizing 'V' cuts. Alas, any suitor that approached her never met her needs in the aspect of battle strength. This included the stud of a snobs from the genius class.

Once satisfied by twirling her hair around, waving her waist, and even leaning forward proactively to practice her 'cute' pose with her two cute bunnies squished and forming a charming clothed cleavage, Korra was finally satisfied. Yeah, she got it~

Donning her leather, calf-lengthed boots that stepped upon plenty of faces, sometimes with an unfortunate feces stuck on its underside, Korra sauntered out. Her naturally dark hair waving about.

This continued until she reached her classroom. The door, just like usual, was covered by a sun-shaped inscription pattern. A basic defense inscription that only activated once the principal wished so.

Scanning the classroom, Korra scowled. Her dreams of finding a good partner to spar and chat with seemed bleak enough already but the moment she saw her previous classmates stiffening at her presence and a few bitches already speaking, what seemed ill, of her to their friends, someone who had recently advanced to the Senior Classes.

Well, the better half of the day was spent as usual.

In isolation.

Even teachers were not spared from Korra's search after all and being scholars than anything else, most of the young teachers that caught Korra's eyes lacked enough battle strength once she sought them out.

Of course, this changed with a fresh face into the staff that is supposed to teach the class a new form of martial arts.

'Oh, look at that face... and that body... I wonder if he's like the previous hunk or he's actually good in fighting~' Korra cooed internally as the only hunk within the class, a bald youth sitting quite a few steps away from Korra shuddered. His gaze instantly landed towards Korra's languid form as she supported her head on against her left palm. For a moment, the youth was enticed to look a little south and just admire her perfect hips, but then recalling how the thighs attached these very same hips placed him in a chokehold until he passed out, forming a deep scar to his mind, the bald youth looked away.

He didn't need any more nightmares.

"Good afternoon, students. Address me as Nik, Teacher Nik, or plain old Teach. I will be instructing you on the methods of using your body as a weapon. If someone taught you that martial arts are a form of defense, then you will forget it from now on."

Korra's eyes gained a twinkle.

'Teach... has a sexy voice... hmm, I wish he said that again... making a body into a weapon~' Korra continued her fantasies as her smile grew weird.

As Korra grew entranced by the genuine smile on the new teacher's face... Nik's face and felt like taking a dip into his whirlpool of violet hues, 'How romantic,' Korra reckoned, she felt her body standing on its own, instantly making the female teacher meant to introduce the class to Nik pale.
Whenever Korra decided to interrupt a class, the only thing that would follow is a—

"Then... lemme challenge ya, Teach~! Let's see how much of a weapon is your body!"

Wild and uncaring, Korra stepped on the table and rested her forearm on her knee while leaning forward. Feeling her opponent's gaze turning dangerous, something that sent an excited shudder to her body, Korra couldn't help but jump forward to take the initiative into her own hands!

Alas, even before putting her legs to great use, Korra felt a palm catching her face...

That's it.

The large palm captured her face, allowing her to barely see the kindest (devilish) of a smile on the figure's face through the gaps in between the calloused fingers. Riled up, Korra instantly gripped Nik's hands but finding herself unable to budge out of the situation while her body continued dangling off the floor for quite some time already, Korra decided to kick forward.

Her legs did reach his face.

Alas, he didn't move and her soles now stung like a bitch.

Gently placed down, Korra looked slightly astonished as she didn't receive any sort of badge for such a short but overpowered defeat.

"Train with such a fun and refreshed feeling and you'll soon get to my level," Teach smiled, finally making her blush out of nowhere. Meanwhile, the other teacher and the students looked slack-jawed.

"Everyone. I am looking for personal disciples to pass on my techniques, too. If anyone—"

"If anyone is able to beat me, Teach's strongest disciple, then he'll consider you for an apprenticeship!"

Korra instantly turned on her heels and grinned wildly. Her face still held a slight imprint of Nik's palm, but she would surely get a permanent mark of her Teach over her body. He earned it, after all.

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"Haa~ those were simpler times."

Korra smiled in recollection. Everyone was sharing their encounter with Nik as they dipped into the bath prepared by Nik in the middle of the forest.

While others nodded, Korra still continued, "Of course, having his cum drench me still isn't enough of a mark... a baby. Yeah, and probably a tiny bite mark over my crotch. These two things and I'll probably achieve my goal~!"

"Korra!"

Shen Xiu and others hissed, their bodies naturally flushed with such a nice bath heating them up. Meanwhile, her words instantly made Ziyun, Ning'er, and Xiao Xue stammer.

Just what did they hear now?!

"Ah! You three don't know this, right?" Korra turned towards the trio and smiled, "Aside from you three, we all share the bed with Teach. He's a real beast, I tell ya~" Korra slurred familiarly once again as the trio trembled and look towards the bashful Ryu'er who didn't wish to meet their gazes, just not yet.