Chapter 3

It wasn't easy. He felt a constant gnawing guilt, a moral compass screaming in protest against the methods he was employing. He was essentially exploiting the system, turning his classmates' mishaps into a source of his own empowerment. Yet, the thrill of growing stronger, of finally feeling capable, was intoxicating. The whispers of doubt were quickly drowned out by the roar of his ambition.

One evening, during a particularly chaotic training session, he found himself "accidentally" close to Akari, a fiery and independent student known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Akari, while skilled in fire magic, possessed an incredible tendency to trip over her own feet. As she stumbled, almost falling into a fountain, Kizu sprang into action, catching her just as she began to lose her balance. Their eyes met, a spark of surprise and gratitude in hers. The system responded with a significant surge of power, significantly boosting his fire resistance.

With each encounter, the power surges intensified, transforming Kizu from an elementless failure into a formidable presence. He started to experiment, pushing the boundaries of the system, discovering new ways to optimize his power gains. He learned that the system was remarkably adaptable, responding not only to the physical contact but also to the emotional nuances of each interaction. A whispered secret, a shared glance, even a brief moment of unspoken understanding – all of these contributed to his growing power.

His life became a delicate balancing act, a chaotic dance between his newfound abilities and the growing sense of guilt that gnawed at his conscience. He was becoming stronger, more powerful, but at what cost? Was this path worth the price he was paying? The questions lingered, but the intoxicating allure of power, the seductive whisper of a life no longer defined by failure, kept him moving forward.

The once-despairing elementless failure was evolving into something… more. The Student-Teacher Lewd System was transforming him, shaping his destiny in ways he could never have imagined. The path ahead remained fraught with peril and moral ambiguity, but Kizu, armed with his newfound powers and fueled by a reckless determination, was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He was embracing the absurdity, the chaos, the sheer, unadulterated ludicrousness of it all, because in the twisted, morally gray world of the Student-Teacher Lewd System, he had finally found his purpose. A purpose, he had to admit, was as morally questionable as it was undeniably exhilarating. The journey had only just begun, and he was already anticipating his next "accidental" encounter. The future was uncertain, chaotic, and probably filled with more than a few awkward situations. But for the first time in his life, Kizu Sores felt a surge of exhilaration. He was finally, undeniably, in control of his destiny, even if it meant navigating it through a maze of accidental gropes and blushing classmates.

The following days were a blur of carefully orchestrated "accidents" and escalating power gains. Kizu, emboldened by his success with Hana and Akari, refined his techniques, honing his ability to anticipate the inevitable stumbles and mishaps of his classmates. He learned to subtly influence their movements, guiding them towards him with almost imperceptible nudges, creating opportunities for "accidental" contact that maximized the system's rewards. It was a morally questionable dance, a delicate balancing act between genuine concern and calculated manipulation, but the results were undeniable. His strength, agility, and even his charisma were steadily increasing, transforming him from a clumsy, unremarkable student into a figure of growing influence within the academy.

One crisp autumn afternoon, while walking through the academy's sprawling gardens, Kizu found himself near a meticulously manicured pond. Rin, a girl known for her sharp intellect and even sharper wit, was attempting to retrieve a fallen book from a nearby bench. Her usually precise movements were hampered by the wind, causing her to stumble, her hand reaching out for balance, landing directly on Kizu's arm. It wasn't a dramatic fall, not the kind of spectacular tumble that had marked his earlier encounters, but it was enough.

The system's familiar voice echoed in his mind, "Minor contact. Positive emotional response. Intelligence enhancement: 10% increase."

Rin, a girl who usually avoided casual interaction, looked up at him, her normally composed expression replaced with a flicker of surprise and something that looked suspiciously like…curiosity. Her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, narrowed slightly as she took in his face. There was a calculating glint in them, a spark of intelligence that he found both intriguing and unnerving.

"That was… convenient," she stated, her voice a low, melodious hum. She retrieved her book, her movements almost too precise, too controlled, as if she was analyzing every aspect of their interaction. Kizu felt a prickle of apprehension. This wasn't like his previous encounters. Rin wasn't blushing or stammering; she was observing, analyzing, dissecting their brief, accidental contact with a level of scrutiny that was both unnerving and strangely captivating.

"I… I apologize," Kizu stammered, feeling a surge of awkwardness. This wasn't the usual blushing, giggly response he had come to expect. This girl was different. She was far too perceptive, far too intelligent to be easily swayed by his newfound charm.

Rin raised an eyebrow. "Apologizing won't bring back the lost milliseconds of my time," she said, a wry smile playing on her lips. "But I am curious. What exactly happened just now?"

Kizu hesitated. He couldn't just tell her about the Student-Teacher Lewd System. That would undoubtedly lead to a mental institution stay. Yet, he couldn't deny the strange power that seemed to surge through him whenever there was physical contact with a female student.

He opted for a vague explanation. "I... I think I've developed some sort of...unusual sensitivity," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "I seem to be able to...enhance my abilities through brief physical contact."

Rin's skepticism was palpable. "Enhance your abilities? How?"

He tried to explain his improved reflexes and enhanced senses without revealing the system's existence. He talked about improved reactions, sharpened senses, a better understanding of physical laws. He kept it vague, focusing on the verifiable aspects of his changed state.

To his surprise, Rin listened intently, her expression shifting from skepticism to thoughtful consideration. She didn't dismiss his explanation outright; she seemed intrigued, genuinely interested in understanding the nature of his power. This was a completely different dynamic from his previous encounters.

"So, you're saying your abilities are… linked to physical contact?" she asked, her voice devoid of mockery. "And that this contact… somehow enhances your capabilities?"

Kizu nodded, relieved that she wasn't immediately dismissing him as a lunatic.

"Fascinating," Rin murmured, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "I've always been interested in unconventional sources of power. Perhaps… perhaps I could assist you in understanding this… phenomenon."

Kizu stared at her, dumbfounded. This wasn't the expected reaction. This wasn't a blushing, grateful classmate. This was a shrewd, intelligent girl who saw an opportunity for scientific inquiry, an enigma to be solved. And Kizu, in all his newfound power, found himself strangely drawn to her intellectual curiosity.