Chapter 237
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 237
Chapter Title: Ambush in the Old School Building
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I was mindlessly following the morals committee girl without a second thought when suddenly a sharp wave of crisis crashed through my mind.
It wasn't the kind of danger that screamed "your life is on the line"... more like something was about to go seriously sideways.
If I had to put it into words, it felt like things ahead were about to get tangled up in a bad way?
'...Huh? ...Why's that?'
No matter how I racked my brain, I couldn't spot any real threat.
This wasn't a battlefield riddled with stray bullets or a world crawling with zombies...
Of course, it didn't feel like my life was in danger at all, so it probably wasn't anything mortal...
'I haven't done anything wrong, have I?'
But this gut instinct was from my Intuition skill warning me, and it was always more reliable than my own smarts.
I trusted the skill more than myself.
So I slowed my pace a bit and pondered what could be going wrong.
As soon as I eased up, the sense of crisis dulled a notch.
I realized the current situation was the issue.
But the unease lingered all the same.
'I'm following this morals committee girl right now. Is that the problem?'
What exactly was the issue?
...A girl problem?
As I slowed down, the girl—who'd been glancing back at me with flushed cheeks to check if I was keeping up—matched my pace.
In moments like this, Japanese people seemed way more attuned to polite consideration than Koreans.
Like they'd been drilled from family dinner table lessons onward to obsessively sync their steps with others?
Not that it meant Japanese folks were deeper in empathy or kinder than Koreans—just that their culture prioritized different courtesies.
For example, slurping ramen or udon with loud "slurrrp smacks slurrrp" noises is fine in Japan, but try that in the West, including America, and you'd get called out for bad manners.
Each country or region has its own etiquette hot buttons, so these little cultural gaps pop up.
'...Wait, hold up. ...What happens if I keep blindly following this morals girl all the way?'
After mulling it over, I figured just tagging along thoughtlessly like this was a no-go.
This girl had seen my handsome face and assumed, "He's not some weirdo or shady guy—he must be a good visitor here on legit business."
Like maybe visiting a sibling at school, or an alum checking in...
And her destination was surely the staff room or admin office.
But I wasn't here on any normal errand.
I was just some guy who'd come to this story's world to steal the virgin protagonist's women.
'Aha, got it...! If I follow her all the way, I'm screwed...!'
I'd been trotting after her without a care, but if I'd kept it up, I'd have been in deep shit.
Once we hit the staff room or admin office, and they asked what my business was, I'd have no legit excuse.
Stammer and fumble there? Instant suspect status.
These days in Korea or Japan, spot a shady guy lurking around or entering a school, and it's straight to the cops.
I hadn't unlocked any hypnosis or suggestion powers yet—getting pegged as suspicious by the police would suck.
Maybe my Intuition skill had picked up on that and triggered the warning?
Sounded right.
Now that I'd clocked it, the crisis faded as I ditched blindly following her and planned a countermove.
It didn't always chime in, but when real trouble loomed, the skill had my back.
'Can't just trail after this morals girl mindlessly. ...Hmm, bolting suddenly would look weird too... Seduce her and lure her somewhere secluded to fuck her brains out. Stick my dick in and she'll be locked down. Turn her into my loyal pussy slave. I've got a dick, after all.'
She was prancing ahead in her sailor-style school uniform and short skirt, slowing to match me—the sight had my cock twitching already, primed to pound.
"Hey, I suddenly gotta hit the bathroom bad. Mind if I duck in first?"
"...B-bathroom? Uh, let's see, around here..."
The morals girl glanced at the building right next to our path—no sign of life inside.
"This is the old school building. The facilities like the bathrooms should still be fine. Want to use it?"
"Perfect."
A staple of Japanese school hentai mangas.
Most stories feature an abandoned old school building.
'Jackpot. Heh heh.'
Talk about perfect timing.
The nearest spot was a deserted old school building.
This wasn't coincidence—it was fate for me to fuck this morals girl.
I let her guide me to the old building's bathroom, and as we neared the empty one, I dropped the act and pounced on her.
"...Y-you shameless coward! ...I trusted you!"
"Heh heh heh, listen up, missy. Can't go trusting a pretty face blindly."
"Help! Someo—!"
"Quiet."
"Mmph mmph...! Mmmph...!"
I overpowered her easily with brute strength, then taped up her arms and legs to stop any fightback, sealing her mouth too.
I'd done this plenty back when I raped and fucked Hye-jeong, and every girl after—hell, I was a pro at it now.
Even I had to admit, I tied her up and neutralized her with slick efficiency.
Just needed to shove my dick in to seal the deal.
"Mmph! Mmph! Hnngh, hmph..."
"Hey now, no struggling. Be a good girl and stay quiet."
Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down in twin streams.
She'd probably learned her lesson: don't trust good looks or cuteness blindly.
Maybe she'd taken a step into adulthood.
Damn, thinking about it, maybe I had real teacher potential?
I'd soon give this presumed virgin some hands-on sex ed, turning her into a real woman—maybe my educator chops were why.
'Should've aimed for teacher instead of civil servant. Maybe 9th-grade exams bombed 'cause it wasn't my fit...? I'm an educator. An educator. ...Dick? Education dick! Ahh, I'm a man with an education-cock.'
I knew getting into teachers' college or passing certification was tougher than 9th-grade civil service sometimes, but being at school sparked this self-justifying nonsense.
Speaking of sex ed... made me think of real-world Ji-min, who loved playing private sex ed tutor.
'After fucking the main heroine and mastering suggestion, I'll pop back to reality and brag to Ji-min about my multi-dick upgrade. Heh heh heh.'
Her student who'd gotten anal sex ed from her—imagine her shock and joy finding out my cock could multiply. The sex ed tutor who'd taught me anal would probably faint from delight.
She was already into me dicking her pussy while a dildo plugged her ass, or vice versa.
Just stuffing both holes with my massive cock myself? She'd lose her shit in ecstasy.
I could picture Ji-min going wild.
She was as sex-crazed as me—she'd fucking love it.
"Hngh... hmph, mmph mmph...!"
'Alright, enough daydreaming. Focus on the morals girl in front of me.'
Snapping back, her tear-streaked "mmphs" yanked my attention right back to her.
I flipped up her short skirt.
A simple white panty with light blue stripes came into view.
I peeled it down bit by bit, and she thrashed harder, sobbing louder.
'Blushing at my looks earlier, now thrashing and crying? Girls and their mood bullshit—they nitpick the weirdest crap.'
Flip the genders: a bombshell so hot my face turns red offers to fuck me, and inside I'm screaming, "Hell yeah, jackpot! Fuck yes, sex!"
Girls really were wired different from guys...
No matter how handsome the guy, forced rape makes 'em cry and kick.
...Or not? Maybe case by case.
Take Ji-min—she'd probably wake up from sleep spreading her pussy wide, loving every second.
And my little sister? If I said rape, she'd blush all sultry and purr, "Yes... Oppa...♡ Rape your sister's exclusive pussy...♡"
Ah... but begging for it kinda makes it consensual rape... or love-rape?