Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter Title: The Saintess's Milky Mammaries
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Sarahk. The sound of turning a page. And then.
"Mm."
The old man's admiring hum.
"……"
I sat blankly on the sofa across from Fergus, watching him. Outwardly, he looked like a sage delving into some arcane scholarly tome, but the reality was different. I glanced at the cover of the book he was reading.
No illustrations or designs adorned it—just a stark, almost barren cover with a single line of black text for the title.
[The Saintess's Milky Mammaries]
"……"
What the hell. That utterly ruinous title.
It was as if decorum and manners no longer existed in the world, brazenly vulgar.
'Kinda curious about the contents.'
Honestly, just from the title, it was a bit up my alley. I wanted to sneak a peek. I had a taste for spicy, stimulating smut.
Last time it was some milf recommendation or whatever. I'd thought our tastes didn't align since I'm a unicorn, but apparently, our principal had quite the broad palate.
'Anyway, why am I even here?'
Fergus ignored my gaze and steadfastly kept reading. He seemed deeply engrossed.
I sighed once, got up from the sofa, and brewed some coffee in a mug. Fergus glanced sideways at the steaming mug and said,
"Oh, coffee?"
"It's for me."
"Right you are."
I sat back down and took a sip. Hot. And kinda bitter.
"Tastes awful. Here, sir, you have it."
"Oh. Thanks."
Fergus took my mug, sipped, and said,
"Planning to lounge around in pajamas all day? Kahaha. Hard to know where to look."
I turned to the mirror. Messy hair, crusty eyes, pajamas slipped off my right shoulder. Probably Yoon Na-rin changed me while I was drunk.
Hmm, yeah. Definitely not fitting for the capital's top cool beauty.
Speaking of, where'd Yoon Na-rin go? Puzzled, I stood from the sofa.
"Gonna change."
I went to the bathroom, gave my face a quick cat wash, and tidied my hair. Thought about changing clothes but was too lazy, so I just threw on an outer layer—the bomber jacket with a tiger on the back from last time.
"...Sharp outfit."
Fergus remarked in a slightly dumbfounded tone after I returned in under five minutes. I ignored him and sat down.
"Ahem."
Fergus cleared his throat.
"Miss Harper, do you like novels?"
He handed me a book.
[The Saintess's Milky Mammaries]
'...Hm.'
I took the book and started reading.
In a modest office, an old man and a girl sat facing each other, engaged in conversation.
"What do you think?"
The old man asked, his keen eyes sparkling as he sought the girl's impressions.
"Pfft. Total boner bait."
The girl replied. Her pale blue eyes fixed on the book.
"A masterpiece novel."
The old man, Fergus Dee, nodded proudly.
"Hm. I'll grant it's well-crafted, but a masterpiece? Debatable."
"What?"
Fergus's face hardened at the girl—Anis Harper's words. Their gazes clashed, sparks flying.
"For starters, the plot's predictable. A pure, noble saintess corrupted by lust? That's cliché now. Stuff I read ten years ago."
said Anis Harper (17-year-old high school girl, currently attending Acamedy Academy).
"That's precisely what gives it flavor. It becomes cliché because it's enjoyable, because no better material exists. Calling it cliché means it's kingly—predictable, sure, but irreplaceable. People still seek out those classics because nothing tops them. In other words, cliché signifies solid structure, a sturdy framework from which brilliant branches extend."
Fergus Dee (72, Acamedy Academy Principal) countered immediately.
"Look at this tale built on that stale, clichéd skeleton: Hera, once pure, craving men and falling. Isn't the progression masterful?"
Fergus Dee (Hero Rank 8) poured out his passionate rant at length.
"Agreed. Plot progression, fuckability—all perfect. By old standards, a true masterpiece. Century-defining, even. But... times have changed."
"Mm!?"
Anis Harper (superstar) said coolly, narrowing her eyes with icy aura.
The old man broke into a cold sweat at the girl's boldness. Her next words felt like they'd dismantle his lifelong philosophy.
"The central sage... can't keep up with the era."
"Wh-what!?"
The old man (back still straight, dick works fine) rose in fury. He prided himself on his philosophy. He couldn't tolerate this outright denial.
"Times have changed."
The girl (no dick) calmly soothed him and continued.
"Pure, upright saintesses are forgotten. Cruel, tyrannical demon lords buried. Even heavenly demons lording from transcendent realms are now cheap jokes. The old kingly frameworks have crumbled; new ones rise."
"Urk, ugh!"
"Saintesses are lewd and brazen. Pretending purity on the outside, filthy fantasies within—brazen sluts. Demon lords? Just horny, domineering bitches in heat. And heavenly demons? Nothing but busty bitches thrusting their chests to stir men's hearts!!"
The girl spat passionately; the old man squeezed his eyes shut.
"...Can't accept it. That's not arousing."
The old man shook his head, denying.
"Accept it, central sage. The old clichés are obsolete."
"......"
"Masterpiece standards have shifted. A prude saintess slowly corrupting? Nah. A fallen slut from the start, play-acting purity? That's the real turn-on."
As if voicing young men's sentiments, Anis (capital's top cool beauty girl) dropped the heavy line. The old man opened his eyes.
"......I see. I've fallen behind the times."
Fergus sipped his coffee and bowed his head.
"A lewd saintess from the get-go... that has its own appeal..."
He chuckled.
"...Sounds hot."
Clink. The mug hit the table. Fergus lifted his head to face Anis, looking relieved.
As the old man and girl shared warm smiles,
Clunk—! The door opened, and Yoon Na-rin entered.
"What was that heated debate about?"
Yoon Na-rin asked, holding a convenience store bag in one hand.
"We just shared thoughts on the book I read. Admiring Miss Harper's broad perspective."
"Really? Anis reading books...?"
Yoon Na-rin shot a suspicious glance at Fergus's words. The look screamed: the girl who failed six subjects suddenly into books?
"What's the title?"
She pointed at the book on the table. I broke into a sweat and glanced at Fergus. He stroked his beard, eyes darting.
We exchanged nods.
"Come to think of it, I haven't said why I'm here."
Fergus smoothly pocketed the book from the table.
"Oh, right. What brings you?"
I backed him up with a natural follow-up now that he'd pivoted.
"Let me explain. Na-rin, have a seat first."
"Ah, sure."
Caught off-guard by the sudden shift, Yoon Na-rin tilted her head but sat beside me, handing me hangover relief.
"From the convenience store?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks."
Downing the bottle eased my stomach. As I finished, Fergus spoke.
"Not for anything grand. The three heroes teamed with Miss Harper fell in duty this time."
He said carefully.
"You'll head to a different sector, Miss Harper. I'm here to inform you of the new team and assigned sector."
"Ah, okay."
I felt a bit down. Just when things were getting peaceful, separated from Yoon Na-rin again? Fergus saw my face and chuckled.
"Hohoho. No need to worry. The new teammates are all close to you, Miss Harper."
"Really?"
Maybe Yoon, U-sol, and all could team up. My face brightened.
"I'll be going along too. Hm? Why the face?"
My expression turned subtle again. The superstar was disappointed.
"Ahem. Anyway."
Fergus continued.
"After the week's vacation ends, Anis Harper, Han U-sol, Yoon Na-rin, and Reisi Hearts will form a team. I'll accompany as supervisor."
Whoa. All together. No more heartaches like before—relief. Yoon Na-rin looked pleased too. But supervisor? What's that?
"Supervisor?"
Yoon Na-rin voiced the question, equally curious.
"Ah, your assigned sector isn't central. Too risky for young students alone. So I'll tag along."
I listened blankly. ...What? Not sucking honey in central? Anxiety rising, I pressed.
"Where to?"
Fergus scratched his cheek, hesitating. Where the hell that needs such pause?
"...X District."
"......?"
I blanked.
X District—infamous for poor security, overrun by villains.
'...The fuck.'
Moving from sweet central to the outskirts. The shittiest outskirts at that. Security's abysmal.
Why this suddenly? What're they thinking at the Association?
"Oh. Fuck."
The curse slipped out.