Chapter 85
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Please Do It :: 85
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There are all sorts of reasons why college students skip class.
In Han So-in's case, it was to survive.
'If I run into Seo Mi-na, I'm done for... Better bail.'
The reason for skipping his first class of the semester: fear of getting killed by a girl. He'd brutally fingered her pussy during their internet broadcast appearance and hadn't even granted her wishes, so if they met, his body might end up in pieces as "So/in."
Anyway, he had to shower Lumi with first-place votes, so skipping one attendance check wasn't a bad call.
Sitting on the university lawn, So-in pondered the root of the issue.
'What do I need to get Hee-na to sign that slave contract?'
In So-in's view, she was strong-willed with high self-esteem—she wouldn't back down if she thought she was right.
"Blackmail alone probably won't cut it..."
Even if he used Please Do It to create solid leverage, if she went all-in and decided to take them both down, it would be his loss.
"What can I use to push her Obedience Level to 4? Get her blackout drunk and make her sign?"
So-in let his imagination run wild in his head.
Kim Hee-na, wasted on booze.
(Hey, you pervert bastard. I really couldn't stand you.)
She grabs a green soju bottle upside down and smashes it over So-in's head.
Blurring vision. Throbbing pain in his skull.
Would So-in's third life even exist?
So-in ended the mental simulation.
"Nope. Too risky. A soju bottle to the head is instant death... Plan candidate eliminated. Absolutely out."
What did she really need?
'If anything... a bit of money?'
She seemed to be making decent cash from her part-time jobs and scholarships.
'Doesn't look desperate... Nice to have, maybe?'
Bribing her with money would have limits too.
"Argh, this is tough. Slave contract... Maybe just raise Ye-rin or Mi-na to level 4 instead..."
Lying flat on the grass, So-in gazed at the drifting clouds.
'That cloud looks kinda like Hee-na's tits.'
Two round clouds floated by, lost in thought.
-Bzzz.
"Huh?"
It was an alarm he'd set ages ago to ring when his coins hit a certain price.
"Already...? That day came?"
So-in had invested 100 million won in coins.
The alert price he'd set:
400 times the purchase price.
"...It's here. Feels unreal."
Would you like to sell?
"Sell..."
He hit sell and stared at the proceeds.
"...Made 40 billion. Wonder if this'll help build the harem. Got a few billion more in the bank too..."
The sheer amount made him chuckle dryly.
"After making 40 bil, get choked out by Lee Ye-rin and die tomorrow? Gotta be extra careful..."
He felt like sprinting around campus yelling, "I've got 40 billion!"
'When I get time, split it into stocks and bonds. Play it safe now...'
Standing up, So-in resumed pondering what Hee-na needed.
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Kim Hee-na, having handed off her shift at the canteen to the next worker, was stretching.
"Ah, Hee-na."
At So-in's voice, she bolted over like lightning.
"Eek!"
With both hands clamped on his head, So-in flailed.
"You're really gonna die..."
Sensing onlookers, Hee-na bit her lip and squeezed harder.
"Ow ow ow. It hurts. Ow ow."
"It's supposed to hurt. Of course it hurts. You just left a note? Extension? Wanna die?"
"Sorry sorry. I surrender. Help me."
She sighed deeply several times, then pinched and pulled his cheeks.
"What kind of face is that to show up with?"
"Gotta tell you sth."
"What? One more bit of nonsense and you're done."
"As my apology."
"Your apology?"
"Hee-na."
"Yes."
With his cheeks stretched, So-in forced out:
"Gonna pay your tuition this year."
"Huh?"
Her eyes widened as she released his cheeks.
"What?"
"This year's tuition. I'll cover it... Already transferred."
"Whaa?"
Confused, she pulled out her phone to check her balance.
"What the—why's there so much...? You really sent it?"
"Ugh... It's a bribe."
"Huh?"
Rubbing his red cheeks, So-in said:
"Don't report me to the cops."
"No, but this amount..."
"You've cut study time because of me. Cut back on shifts to make up."
"No... Dropping this much cash without asking..."
So-in grinned and bolted backward.
"I'll just send more if you return it—keep it!"
"No!"
"Study hard! Sorry for today!"
Dudududu. After fleeing on his short legs until Hee-na was out of sight, So-in finally stopped.
"Gotta flex the money somehow."
Having successfully bragged to his season 1 no.1, So-in headed to the busy street for chicken gangjeong—a luxury he could now afford. Takeout, of course.
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Back at her dorm, Kim Hee-na tossed her phone on the bed after several unanswered calls.
"Won't pick up, the pervert loser... Where'd a total nerd get this kinda cash..."
She muttered, living in a one-room herself.
'Did he work secretly to give it to me? But I never showed how tough it was...'
Truth was, with hefty family debts, she'd grown up watching her mom Hee-seon beg for loans.
'Can't take this... Damn loser... Say something at least.'
Pride wouldn't let her accept it. But her family's struggles flashed in her mind.
'Kim Hee-na, you wanna lose your pride over this cash?'
Too much money to think that way.
'Gotta do something for that pervert...'
The idiot had even added study cheers, fearing she'd hate him.
'Sigh. Peak loser move.'
Plans his own gift, pats himself on the back, vanishes. Classic loser behavior.
"No wonder he's single."
She considered returning it but didn't have his account. Plus, no watching mom beg for loans for a while.
'Stupid Han So-in. Coulda traded for something naughty.'
Studies were going well, but she couldn't focus.
"Argh, you absolute moron loser perv!"
Screaming at the ceiling, she chewed her pen, brooding.
"Hee-na, don't do what you're thinking. It's emotional. Don't. Seriously."
Denying her thoughts, she sighed repeatedly.
"Ugh, trash idiot. World champ loser."
Irritated, she grabbed the crumpled paper from the trash, smoothed it, and recopied.
"So annoying."
Handwrote it, snapped a photo, sent to So-in.
"Really annoying."
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Unwittingly painted as some cash-strapped giver, So-in rolled around his room.
"Now I can eat chicken gangjeong whenever!"
Making 40 bil just to chow on gangjeong—pathetic splurge.
"At least flexed on Hee-na."
Patting his sugar-filled belly on the bed, a message pinged.
Hey.
[Photo]
No take-backs on the money for this.
"A photo? Didn't ask for one."
After ghosting all day, maybe a pic to insult him. So-in opened the file. Handwritten text on paper.
Slave Contract
Slave Kim Hee-na obeys Han So-in's commands and strives to become a woman suited to his sexual preferences.
Slave Kim Hee-na wears only the underwear and clothing permitted by Han So-in.
Slave Kim Hee-na opens her pussy and anus whenever Han So-in desires.
In return, slave Kim Hee-na may request one thing she desires from Han So-in.
*This contract may only be terminated with Han So-in's consent.
*This contract is valid for 1 year.
Slave Kim Hee-na (Signature)
"Whoa!"
Completely unexpected. Kim Hee-na's self-written slave contract had arrived.
Her signature was scrawled right by the sign-off.
"Wait, why? Suddenly? After refusing forever?"
He'd half-given up amid her resistance. Stunned, So-in reread it multiple times.
"What the heck... Anyway, nice!"
Phone in hand, So-in bounced on the bed like a kid.
"Oh, but she added a 1-year term. Her addition."
Original had no expiration; hers specified 1 year as a clause.
"Paying a year's tuition buys that much leeway, huh. Awesome anyway. Me, with a slave contract..."
Overjoyed, he debated framing it for display.
With the slave contract secured, he could now raise Kim Hee-na's Obedience Level to 4 for the first time.