Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Investment
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"Kim Jaejun."
"?"
Early in the morning, Kim Jaejun looked up at the woman who had come looking for him. She was glancing around as if searching for something.
"I don't see Yuri and Yejin. Have you seen them?"
The Shin Yuri and Shin Yejin twins.
Their looks were just as stunning as his fiancée Yoo Hana's, but they were wild, mischievous daughters of an international financial conglomerate—girls who could be a bit of a handful.
Come to think of it, he hadn't seen them around for the past few days.
"Haven't seen them. They're probably off playing somewhere."
They were the type who hid well and popped up everywhere at once.
Maybe they'd hidden themselves to pull a prank amid the boredom of island life. Or perhaps they'd schemed to make all the students suffer searching for them.
"Hmm."
But the woman in front of him didn't seem to agree with his thinking.
"I need to go find the twins."
Having reached that conclusion, she spun on her heel and headed straight for Han Dohoon. Or more precisely, toward the supplies he was guarding.
"It'd be great if you could hand over some food."
"How much?"
"A week's worth."
"What?"
Han Dohoon's eyes, bleary from yawning, suddenly widened.
"I'll take a week's worth."
"You're insane. Who the hell said you could? We can't hand out that much all at once…!"
Bam!
Han Dohoon, who had jumped up to protest, went flying backward. His body tumbled right into the stack of water jugs.
"Guh."
"No need for seconds. Pack a week's worth into that backpack and hand it over."
The sudden commotion drew half the class crowding around the scene.
"Wh-what the hell?"
"Jeong Seohee?"
"Did Han Dohoon just get wrecked by Jeong Seohee?"
Han Dohoon shot to his feet and irritably hurled his glasses to the ground.
"You fucking bitch! You dare kick me? You wanna die?!"
But Jeong Seohee didn't even flinch at his shouting. She silently extended her hand, wiggling her fingers up and down as if urging him to hurry up and pack the food.
A shadow loomed behind her.
"Hey. Cut the crap."
Turning her head, she saw a guy a full head taller than her—Yoon Jihoo, who could easily pass for a gym rat.
Kim Taehun joined him, cracking his neck side to side with a low growl.
"Fuck. This ain't just your mouth here—what's this 'week's worth' bullshit? Get your head straight?"
"……."
"Say something, you fucking cunt. Why you only piping up now that shit's hitting the fan?"
Jeong Seohee's gaze swept coolly over the group.
Her eyes passed over Yoon Jihoo, Kim Taehun, and Han Dohoon in turn.
"So, just you three have a problem with it?"
"What?"
And two minutes later, the students' jaws were on the floor.
Three guys had ganged up on one girl—and gotten utterly thrashed, rolling on the ground.
Ughhh….
Amid their groans, the girls shot pleading looks at one of their own.
"Hey, Kang Hye-rin. Do something about that bitch."
"Shouldn't you step in?"
"We can't just hand over the food like this."
"……."
But Kang Hye-rin couldn't intervene.
She specialized in swordsmanship, so she needed a proper weapon in hand—but she had none now.
Her opponent, on the other hand, seemed extremely practiced in unarmed combat.
Her movements were swift and sharp.
What really made Kang Hye-rin hesitate, though, was the knife that had glinted briefly at Jeong Seohee's waist.
As a martial artist, her instincts screamed that it wasn't some fashion accessory.
"Hey, Kang Hye-rin, you listening?"
"Enough."
That's when Kim Jaejun stepped into the fray to calm the kids down.
"We'll be seeing each other plenty from now on, helping each other out. What's the point in fighting among ourselves? Hana. Give Seohee the food."
"Okay."
Jeong Seohee packed food and water into the backpack and slung it over her shoulder.
"Thanks. See you later."
She gave a quick wave and headed off toward the distant shoreline.
Only then did the kids start murmuring what they'd been holding back, stealing glances at each other.
"Fuck, what's that bitch's deal? You know anything?"
"No way. How's she that good at fighting?"
No one knew anything about her.
They'd barely spoken to her in three years.
All they knew was that her family was an international financial powerhouse like the twins', and her father chaired the World Economic Forum.
"They're screwed. Anyway, how embarrassing for the guys."
The three guys who'd been brutally beaten by Jeong Seohee lay sprawled on the ground for a while, unable to even lift their heads.
They just ground their teeth in deep humiliation.
"Hmm."
I stroked my chin as I eyed the hologram window in front of me.
Remaining Points: 23
Thanks to steadily clearing the daily quests and main quests, I'd somehow amassed 23 points.
At first, I'd spent them on buying water, but now that I'd solved the drinking water issue with cash, I was pondering what to do next.
About how to use these points.
'Time to invest, I guess.'
There were plenty of places to spend points, but supply was the bottleneck.
Status window, quests, abilities, inventory—even the shop window demanded points for upgrades.
In other words, to unlock all those possibilities, I needed a steady point income.
'Only one real option right now.'
Strengthening the daily quests.
[Daily Quest]
→ Increase Difficulty (10 points)
→ Increase Daily Count (10 points)
'Either way, it'll boost my point income.'
Higher difficulty means better rewards—that's obvious. Just look at the main quests.
Increasing the daily count goes without saying.
'Raising difficulty is risky—not sure what quests might pop up. Could fail a tough one. Better safely increase the count.'
→ Increase Difficulty (10 points)
Upgrade successful. Daily Quests now available 2 times per day.
Upgrade successful. Daily Quests now available 3 times per day.
I'd upgraded twice, so now I could clear three daily quests a day.
That meant walking 30km daily for 3 points every day.
'30km's no big deal.'
10km takes about 2 hours. Six hours of walking a day clears it.
'I'm already moving that much daily.'
No burden at all.
Just think of it as daily stamina training.
'Pack up, tidy the base, then knock out the main quest. Dump all those points back into daily quests.'
Before long, points would snowball.
Then I'd unlock them one by one.
The weapons to make me unstoppable.
The tools to toy with everyone on this island as I please.
'Won't take long.'
I strode through the forest, passed the narrow entrance, and climbed the rocky hill.
"Master's here?"
"Yeah."
"What's that?"
As I set down the stuff I'd snatched from the science nerd, the women eyed it curiously.
"Didn't you see what I was up to?"
"No, we were busy too."
With that, Kim Yeonju held up her panties. The women were all naked, washing their clothes.
Ah, the homeroom teacher was washing the twins' swimsuits instead. Probably hit with that ping—poor puppy eyes and her charm skill again.
I quietly watched the naked twins splashing around in the water.
'Not a single hair down there. Total bald mound.'
Were they really post-puberty?
Still, unlike in swimsuits, naked their chests weren't total flatlands—just a slight swell.
'But how are the areolas that pink? Wild.'
Eeee!
The excited little ones splashed wildly.
Not stopping there, they ran to their homeroom teacher washing their swimsuits and drenched her.
"Ugh. Girls, stop…."
The twins splashed even harder.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Hey, hey. Teacher's washing your swimsuits. Least you can do is not mess with her."
Splat! They bolted to the other side of the pool at my words.
Energy for days. Overwhelming sometimes.
"Phew. Thanks, Woojin. You saved me. Weird, huh? They obey you like a charm. Got some trick?"
"Haha, who knows."
Neither the homeroom teacher nor Kim Yeonju knew the twins followed me because of strawberries.
They knew the girls loved them, but never dreamed it'd work that well.
And yeah, from a 'normal' perspective, they'd be right.
"Teacher. They always this defiant?"
"Right? Chaos at school—no one could control them."
Even the principal and chairman got ignored.
"Heard they ignore Dad too—only listen to their nanny."
Makes sense.
As expected.
"Oh, and one more besides the nanny. Someone else they actually obey."
"Who?"
"Jeong Seohee."
Jeong Seohee?
"That girl in our class with the short boyish hair. Super cute bob that suits her—pretty but handsome too."
"Ah."
The tomboy type.
I'd scoped most of the class, but a few unknowns remained—Jeong Seohee included.
Even less known than the twins.
Zero interaction, always face-down at her desk in class.
'Who knew Jeong Seohee hung with the twins.'
Totally unexpected intel.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Ahh! Girls, forgive Teacher now…."
In that brief moment, the mischievous twins had sneaked up on the laundry-washing teacher again and soaked her.
The indecisive, soft-hearted teacher just gave up and quietly kept scrubbing the swimsuits.
"Girls, come here."
I waded in to wash off sweat and scooped up the two little ones. Like they'd been waiting, the twins clung to me.
I settled in a spot and sat with a twin under each arm.
Then I flicked their pink nipples with my index fingers.
Twitch twitch.
The flattened buds perked up.
Like a dick getting hard, they stiffened right up.
Tap tap tap tap!
The cheeky brats retaliated, smacking my nipples right back.
'Oh ho. Playing rough, huh?'
I opened my mouth and took Shin Yuri's—the sister's—nipple in. Then flicked it wildly with my tongue.
Did the same to Yejin, the little sister.
Unable to lose, the purple-haired twins pinned me down and tormented my nipples with their tongues.
Their cute lips chomped my chest. With it in their mouths, their tiny tongues wiggled and licked my nipples.
'This is basically full-on already—sans dick insertion.'
Feels like I could touch their pussies too.
I slid my hand down, groped their asses, stroked their buttholes, then slipped lower—
Grab.
Yuri and Yejin caught my hand and shook their heads firmly.
Sorry, but that's a no-go.
'Strawberry restriction's ironclad, huh.'
Explains how easy it was to toy with them using strawberries. That powerful.
'Not just 'like' level. Some hypnotic suggestion or what?'
I snapped out of that dumb thought quick.
The twins waved hands in my face, looking up with adorable faces.
The little ones whispered in my ears at once.
"You mad?"
"Huh?"
"Sorry if we made you mad."
I chuckled.
Now they're even apologizing. Used to just cause chaos and play pitiful.
First time—felt weirdly good.
"Not mad. Let's get out and eat strawberries."
"Strawberries?"
At "strawberries," they shoved me off and scrambled out of the water themselves.
I followed, half-amused, half-annoyed.
'If you want strawberries that bad, at least drag me along.'
Can't keep up with their logic.