Job change. 1
Job change. 1
Ye-seul, having finished her shower, walked out while drying her hair with a towel, still wearing her robe.
The middle-aged man, who had been lying lazily on the bed, looked at her as if she were adorable and said.
"It seems like your phone has been ringing for a while. Isn't that from school?"
"Oh my. Did it? It's not a class time right now, so it's fine. I can just say I went to look at some teaching materials during lunch break. Hehe."
"My, my. Is that how a teacher should behave?"
"What? I squeezed in some time to come here and give you your vitamin. Do you hate it when Ye-seul does that?"
Ye-seul said, crawling up onto the bed like a cat.
A warm smile spread across the man's lips as he saw this.
"How could I? Seeing Ye-seul is like a multivitamin to me. I have to take it regularly for my health."
"Pfft. And yet you say such unpleasant things to me."
"That's because I was worried about you, Ye-seul. I was afraid bad rumors might spread about you. Though, I'm sure you'd handle it well on your own. I spoke without thinking. You're so smart, Ye-seul. Look at me, I brought a gift and haven't even shown it to you yet."
At the mention of a gift, Han Ye-seul's eyes turned to the large paper bag sitting on the table. A luxury brand logo was stamped on it in a large size.
The contents were obvious without even looking.
It was undoubtedly the luxury bag she had been singing about for days.
'Seriously. This is why I milk them.'
With the gift in the bag and the other person's submissive reaction, the corners of Han Ye-seul's mouth curled up slightly.
"What is this? Is a doctor telling a lowly teacher that she's smart now?"
Han Ye-seul acted coquettishly, snuggled into the man's arms, and used his arm as a pillow.
The man seemed to find her appearance adorable and adjusted his position so Ye-seul could lean comfortably. Then, he reached out with his remaining hand and teased Ye-seul's nipples, which were protruding through her robe.
"Aing. Don't."
Ye-seul shot him a look while mixing in a laugh, then picked up the phone she had left on the table.
There were indeed a ton of missed calls in the call log. All of them were from school.
Looking at the numbers, not only the vice-principal but even the principal had called.
A feeling that something was amiss washed over her.
However, she wasn't that worried.
If she just mixed in some charm, linked arms, and rubbed against their chests a bit, they'd get over it.
Old or young, males are all the same.
Ye-seul looked at the middle-aged man and raised a finger to cover her lips.
A sign to be quiet.
"I'll open the gift after I finish this call. Just a moment."
Ye-seul called the vice-principal's number.
The signal went through, and a moment later, the vice-principal's voice was heard.
Ye-seul spoke in a charming voice that would bewitch any man.
"Yes. Vice-principal, you called? I was looking at some teaching materials, so I..."
Before she could even finish her sentence, the vice-principal's shouting followed.
"Yes? What happened? An ambulance? Yes? What. Yes. I'm sorry. Yes."
Seeing Ye-seul continue the call as if she were a sinner, with her confident demeanor nowhere to be found, worry appeared on the middle-aged man's face as well. A moment later, the call ended.
"What's wrong? Is something happening at school?"
Ye-seul, whose soul had briefly left her body, came back to her senses and hurriedly got dressed.
"O-oppa. I have to go to school. Later. I'll contact you later."
Han Ye-seul scurried out. Even then, she didn't forget to take the large shopping bag left in front of the TV.
The afternoon was quiet.
Of course, an ambulance had rushed over and three students who had been beaten to a pulp were hauled away.
The principal and vice-principal, who had rushed over after hearing the news, were busy checking the situation and pulling strings, but my heart was perfectly at peace.
Watching their efforts to prevent any rumors from leaking out or any talk of school violence from spreading brought me peace of mind.
Ah! Nothing will happen, then.
When I was the victim, their sociopathic behavior was so hideous, but now that the situation had turned out like this, I couldn't help but be grateful for their hard work on my behalf.
They're true educators, alright.
A while later, the homeroom teacher, Han Ye-seul, came running in.
I mean, she had just gone out during lunch, and her hair was still soaking wet.
The homeroom teacher, who had been scolded by the principal and vice-principal, came to me and pressed me for answers.
Asking why I caused trouble the moment I returned from playing around.
I offered the excuse I had prepared.
Three bullies came to attack our class.
So I fought to protect my friends, and that's how it ended up like this.
Since three guys who were already rumored to be delinquents had come to someone else's classroom all at once, the circumstances fit the story.
The guys who had "come to attack" were carried out beaten to a pulp, and since I was perfectly fine, there was no way they would believe that story as it was, but there was no other choice. It's not like there was CCTV in the classroom.
Of course, the many students in the classroom were witnesses, but having seen me beat someone half to death without caring about the blood splattering, they wouldn't have the courage to snitch either.
Those guys only thought about graduating school quietly and safely.
In the end, the incident was swept under the rug.
Of course, the parents of the guys who were left half-crippled protested strongly, but thanks to the principal and vice-principal, who pushed back by saying that if things escalated, they would have no choice but to expose their children's past records, the matter didn't grow any further.
The principal and vice-principal, still feeling uneasy, even pressured the teachers to strictly control the students so that words like "bully" or "violence" wouldn't even come out of their mouths.
The homeroom teacher also let it slide, saying it was fortunate that none of the kids in her class were hurt.
It's just that the way she looks at me isn't very pleasant.
Well, it's not like my body is going to wear out just because some bitch glares at me.
I finished my classes comfortably and headed home with a light step.
There was still plenty of time before Mom, who had gone out to work, would return.
There was still time before I had to go to the gym.
I opened my status window again.
[Status Window: Apprentice]
[Level: 5]
Stats (LV 5)
Stamina: 10
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Grit: 9
Intelligence: 12
Remaining: +3
It's a shame.
For the first 5 people, it gave me 5 points at once, but after that, it's 1 point per person I force into submission.
It's become 5 times harder to accumulate points.
Well, games are usually like that, so what can I do.
I put the remaining points into Strength and Agility. That makes them 12 and 11.
As my Strength goes up, my body definitely feels lighter.
And the remaining task is the job of Apprentice.
I'm used to using the status window now. I naturally clicked on the job.
Various jobs were displayed below it.
I expected things like Knight, Gladiator, Mage, Cleric, and the like to appear, but this has definitely been patched to fit the world I live in.
Whoever it is, they're a meticulous one.
Having already received the qualification for a job change by forcing 5 people into submission, the reason I hadn't changed jobs yet was right here. Looking at each name, I couldn't make up my mind at all.
Police, Martial Artist, Laborer, Athlete, etc.
Among them, the one that caught my eye was the very last one.
Gangster.
Fuck, what kind of job is Gangster?
But for me right now, it seems like the best fit.
I wasn't planning on living a normal life as a salaryman anyway.
It's not like I intend to live by stabbing others in the back, but if you live like a drifter, flies are bound to swarm around you.
But all the other jobs have social constraints.
At least Gangster seems to have the highest degree of freedom.
If this life I'm living is a game, I really want to experience the ultimate freedom.
Let's try real-life GTA.
And I felt it clearly this afternoon.
I've already crossed the line. And I have no intention of crawling back inside that line.
Having made my decision, I chose Gangster.
Ding-ding.
[Notification Window]
You have chosen Gangster.
A rough future awaits you until you become the boss of the underworld.
Boss, my ass.
Fuck, I'm just going to live as a lone wolf for the rest of my life.
I muttered to myself and continued reading below.
[Notification Window]
You have chosen Gangster.
A rough future awaits you until you become the boss of the underworld.
New options are given to you, now that you have become a Gangster.
Your destiny will be determined by those choices, so please choose carefully.
As you have chosen Gangster, your Spirit increases by +1.
[ Status Window: Gangster Minion (LV 5) ]
Stamina: 10
Strength: 12
Agility: 11
Grit: 10
Intelligence: 12
Remaining: 0
Level Up Point: 8/12
[ Skill: Locked ]
Of all the expressions, "Minion."
Fuck, if I had known this, I would have chosen something else.
Can't I undo it?
I looked around, but there was no way to undo it.
Once I gave up, what caught my eye were the Level Up Points and the Skill.
If it's 8/12, that means I can level up if I catch just four more guys. And they say a skill will appear when I reach level 6.
My body is heating up.
There's still time before I have to go to the gym, and if I move quickly, I think I can catch one or two guys.
Then, shall I go hunting?