Chapter 50
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Not a Granny Yet
"Did you guys hear about that?"
"Yeah, they said a new student is coming today."
In the classroom of Hunter Academy Class A, where promising talents gathered.
A few cadets were huddled together, chattering excitedly about the hot new topic: the transfer student.
"She looks more like a parent than a student."
"Whoa, that's harsh."
"Transfers mid-semester are pretty rare, though."
With no solid info, just rumors and wild gossip floating around, the classroom door began to creak open.
"Hey, quiet down, you little brats."
The room fell silent in an instant as Ryu Se-hwa appeared, her short bob haircut and enigmatic eyepatch giving off an otherworldly vibe. She lightly tapped the hilt of her sword as she entered.
"The old hag's here..."
"You there—supplementary training after class."
"Eek."
She had taken over as homeroom teacher for Class A a few weeks before Ersia arrived, serving as the swordsmanship instructor.
And right now, alongside the school nurse Elia, she was undercover, keeping their true identities secret from the other students.
"We've got a new transfer student today, so give her a nice welcoming applause."
- Wooaaah...
With the overwhelming presence of the S-Rank 6th Ryu Se-hwa suppressing the class, she smoothly prepared to introduce the new student.
Creak.
As all eyes turned, the classroom door opened cautiously, revealing a woman with striking blue eyes.
- Whoa, what about those boobs...
- So lewd.
"Ugh..."
The mysterious transfer student was none other than Ersia.
Even with her cognition-impairing magic at work, her voluptuous figure and raw sex appeal were impossible to hide completely.
Jiggle jiggle♡
Every time she moved, her short skirt fluttered, brazenly flashing her plump rear.
Bounce!
And through the gaps in her shirt—threatening to burst its buttons at any moment—her elastic skin swayed tantalizingly.
"Go on, introduce yourself."
"Y-Yes... sure!"
Ryu Se-hwa and Ersia exchanged a knowing glance before standing side by side in front of the class.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ertan, the 27-year-old transfer student...!"
- Ooooh!!!!
The class erupted in enthusiastic cheers as the embarrassed girl—blushing furiously in an outfit and setting unfit for her age—shyly shouted her introduction.
"Haa..."
Why did I even come here?
My head was a tangled mess, ready to explode from all the chaos.
"Hey, hey! Are you mixed-race or something?!"
"Did you get those boobs done? No way they're natural, right?"
"You're so pretty... What makeup do you use?"
"Ahaha..."
The barrage of overwhelming attention and questions from the young female cadets showed no signs of stopping...
"Ahem... Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?"
"Ah... Yeah."
"See? I knew she did!"
The guys, entranced by my seductive curves and allure, flushed red and crowded around.
Really... mistaking a woman like me for a student.
I wasn't sure whether to be happy or not anymore.
Bounce!
"Ugh!?"
But every brush with the students made the semen packed deep in my womb slosh around.
...This was definitely from that horror story monster.
He's on my status window's mate list, so I'll have to give birth eventually.
"Ertan, you okay? Something wrong?"
"N-No... nothing..."
I forced a smile, ignoring their concerned stares.
No way it's leaking out through my panties, right?
Ding ding ding~
Just as questions about me were pouring in, the lunch bell finally rang.
"Lunch time!"
"Ersia, let's eat together."
"Uh... sure."
And so, I was dragged along by the girls, my mind spinning as we headed to the cafeteria.
I'm already exhausted...
I hope we find clues on the demons soon.
"Here, here!"
"School cafeterias these days are pretty fancy, huh..."
"Huh?"
We arrived at a buffet-style cafeteria overflowing with colorful dishes.
Back when I was a rookie hunter, we'd just get vinyl-packed rations in a field tent and slurp them down...
The world has changed way too much.
"I'll go for mala tteokbokki!"
"Poke for me today."
"..."
The girls' orders were trendy cafeteria fare, right on point with the latest fads.
So, for me...
"Ertan? What's that?"
"Oh, this is an old-school lunchbox."
I showed up in front of my friends holding a distinctive gold lunchbox container.
"It has egg, ham, kimchi, stuff like that. Mix it all up and eat."
"Never seen one before."
"Kinda rings a bell from the history textbook..."
"Ahaha..."
The girls tilted their heads, staring at the gold lunchbox like it was some alien artifact.
"Wanna try some? It's good."
"Uh... I'm on a diet."
"Nah, not into ham..."
I offered it jokingly, but got no takers.
Kids these days don't get classic flavors—they're all about the spicy, intense stuff. What a shame.
"It's really tasty, though..."
"Y-Yeah, eat up."
My churu-churu pitch flopped, so I picked up my spoon with a bit of gloom.
Mmm, still delicious.
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.
"Ah, so full~"
"You pregnant or something? Your belly's all puffed up."
"What the heck!"
"..."
After finishing lunch, we wandered the campus, chatting idly.
"Wanna grab dessert?"
"How about dujjeon-gu?"
"Nah, that's played out."
"Let's get chocolate cookie frappe."
"...!"
And just like that, a perfect chance to bond as classmates arose.
Dessert talk? I can hang!
"Um... want some candy?"
"Oh? Thanks."
I slyly offered candies I'd fished from my pocket to the girls.
This might score some points!
"Ugh! What the hell's this taste?"
"Eww... so bitter!"
"Huh."
But the girls who popped them in their mouths gagged and grimaced one after another.
"Th-This is red ginseng candy!"
"Yeah, so?"
"It's super bitter and gross! I'm spitting it out!"
"Eek..."
My ace-in-the-hole candies were brutally rejected, leaving me in shock.
...These were rare treasures on the battlefield.
"What the heck do you even eat normally?"
"W-Well..."
"This won't do. Everyone, to the cafe for some real stuff!"
"Kyaa?!"
In the end, I was hauled off to the cafe by the furious girls.
"No more of that junk!"
"Yeah! Girls gotta have cake and sweet lattes!"
"Eh..."
At the cafe, their nonstop dessert onslaught left me dazed.
...My stomach's feeling queasy.
Wonder if red ginseng candy would get me in trouble here?
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"Got it, everyone? Buung-kwang-buuung-kwang-buuung-kwaang hits harder, but Tackle-tackle-buuung-kwaang is faster, so that's what you use."
"Teacher, is there a big power difference between the two?"
"Tackle-tackle-buuung-kwaang has higher burst damage, but for total damage over time, buung-kwang-buuung-kwang-buuung-kwaang is stronger."
"Ah, so it depends on the combat situation?"
"Correct."
Lunch ended, and Ryu Se-hwa's swordsmanship class continued.
"Yaaawn..."
But most of it was stuff I already knew, so it was just boring.
"Alright... We've covered most of the material. Time for some quick presentations."
Ryu Se-hwa glanced at the dozing students, then continued with a sly smile.
"You had that social studies project last time, right? The social teacher's on maternity leave, so let's do them now."
- Ehhh...
Having gotten petty revenge on the slackers, Ryu Se-hwa drew groans of complaint from the class.
"The theme is a recent piece of media that impressed you. First up—present!"
At her urging, the hunter cadets reluctantly began their presentations.
"Yes, after watching Black & White Chef recently, I researched unique cuisines..."
"Um... so, I watched Chainsaw Man, and..."
They took turns at the podium, sharing what they'd prepared.
Honestly, not sure if this is essential hunter training...
'The times have really changed.'
At least it beat the academy's old regimen of 10km mountain sprints into sleep deprivation combat right after enrollment.
In this peaceful era, a bit of leeway makes sense.
"Transfer student! Care to share something light?"
"Ehh...?"
Suddenly, Ryu Se-hwa grinned mischievously at me.
Ugh... that's abrupt.
"No pressure if you don't want to."
"N-No, I'll do it."
A bit flustered, I stepped up to the podium as she suggested.
"Um, yes. The media I'll present is the anime 'The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya'..."
- ???
But silence fell the moment I spoke.
Everyone tilting their heads in confusion...
No way these kids don't know Haruhi?
"Ah... ahem! Actually, I watched Digimon Adventure..."
- What's that?
- No clue, boomer anime?
"What."
That's when I realized the gravity of my mistake.
"Ma... Mazinger Z!"
- The fuck?
"White Rubber Shoes!"
- Shoe brand?
"No way..."
The 27-year gap between their era and mine was an uncrossable chasm.
"How do you not know these masterpieces..."
"Hey, at least pick something relatable. Might as well do classic literature."
I slumped in despair, and Ryu Se-hwa looked down at me pitifully.
- Ertan's tastes are kinda old-school...
- Makes sense, her body's the same age as our moms.
"..."
I trudged back to my seat, enduring their stares like I was some shut-in grandma.
This undercover student gig might blow my cover.
"Finally, I'll share the media that impressed me and wrap up class."
As I stepped down, Ryu Se-hwa stepped forward and queued up a video on the monitor.
Pong-jjak pong-jjak~!
"I was really into the recent hit tokusatsu 'Umoerae.'"
- ???
...Even 1986 stuff is too far back.
I at least mentioned 2000s anime.
"...Ertan."
"Yeah? What's up?"
The students gathered at the academy's rear pool.
I'd changed into a swimsuit for class too.
Only one problem...
"You really a student?"
"Uh... yeah."
The school swimsuit was just a tad too small.