Chapter 70
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Consultation with the Professor
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I stood in front of the professor's office and let out a deep breath.
'It's okay, it's okay. Just lead the conversation naturally. There's no other choice anyway.'
Even as I said this to myself, the tension wouldn't let up.
But I couldn't just stand there frozen either.
With one final sigh, I opened the door to the professor's office.
"Hello, Professor."
Professor Sejeong barely lifted her head to glance at me.
"Oh, Chung-hyun. Come in and take a seat."
"Yes, ma'am."
Fortunately, my voice didn't shake.
The professor still had work to finish and was reviewing something.
A moment later, she rose from her desk and walked over to the reception table.
'She's wearing stockings.'
I stared right through her legs before snapping my gaze away in a panic.
Recalling the lines I'd prepared, I racked my brain over how to kick things off.
Start with grades? Casual chit-chat first? Or ask what she meant by her guidance?
I wanted to ease in lightly, but that might make it even more awkward. My head spun with options.
Staying quiet too long would only make it worse, so I rushed to speak.
"Professor, I've been really getting a lot out of your classes lately. Tons of insightful stuff."
She smiled back.
"Really? What parts stood out to you?"
Fuck, why'd I open my mouth?
It was just polite opener, but now it felt like a job interview under the lights.
"Well, everything you covered was super interesting overall. Changed how I see things a ton."
I ducked my head after blurting it out.
Anyone could tell it was bullshit flattery.
But the professor just nodded with a warm smile.
"I'm glad it resonated. Still, don't flip your views right after class—take time to mull it over deeply."
I nodded along but couldn't find words to follow up.
'She's humoring me, huh.'
I figured the vibe would crash and burn, but she was taking it gracefully.
Time to drop the grade bomb?
But actually voicing it felt like pulling teeth.
I wanted to brazen it out, just spit it and leave the mess for Future Me, but damn, it was tough.
"Um, Professor."
"Yes?"
"This is kinda personal, but... even someone as classy and stunning as you watches porn?"
I knew instantly I'd stepped in shit instead of dodging the grade talk.
'Fuck, what the hell did I just say?'
The office went dead silent in a heartbeat.
Cold sweat beaded down my spine in the quiet.
"...Well, I'm human too. But why bring that up out of nowhere? I thought you wanted to talk grades?"
"Y-Yeah!"
Shit, I'd booked this as a grade consult—why choke now?
That aside, I had to backpedal the weird question fast.
But staring her down blanked my brain.
'She's gorgeous... Dammit, focus.'
Averting my eyes showed the stockings; whipping my head away screamed guilty.
Then a gambler's hunch hit me.
"It-It was just curiosity, y'know? Wondering if even someone perfect like you enjoys that... Pure wonder. Sorry if it was rude."
I bowed my head low.
Then a soft chuckle came from her side.
"Mind if I toss a similar question back at you, Chung-hyun?"
"Uh? S-Sure."
"You called someone like me 'perfect' who might watch porn—so do I look perfect to you?"
"Y-Yeah! Pretty face, killer legs... I mean, not that..."
"My legs?"
My face burned crimson.
"S-Sorry!"
"No harm done. I caught you drilling holes in them earlier anyway. Didn't peg you for such a leg guy."
I had zero comeback.
Just looping "sorry" on repeat.
'Apologizing nonstop backfires. Time to own it.'
I swallowed hard and dove in.
"H-Honestly, it's not just the legs—your whole body's killer... Busy as hell but you maintain like that? Peak perfection. Natural assets? God-tier..."
Her laugh cut me off mid-sentence.
"Seduction play for grades?"
"N-No! Dead serious!"
"If you're seducing, go bolder. This half-assed fumbling's killing me."
"...Huh?"
She crossed her legs and pressed on.
"Chung-hyun, banking on those looks to charm me, right?"
"N-No, swear. You really seem perfect..."
"Oh? So a perfect-looking student like you into porn too?"
I cocked my head internally.
'How'd we end up here?'
She probing to bust me?
Then it clicked.
She'd called me a "perfect-looking student."
As I parsed that, she followed up.
"You started it, but as a guy, that question was bold, huh?"
"N-No, it's cool."
"Good. You're popular—bet girls swarm you. At your age, aren't cute young things more 'perfect' than someone like me?"
Rang familiar.
'That's what Mi-si Noona asked.'
That line screams interest.
No way she'd care how she stacks up otherwise.
Fishing for ego stroke. Easy win.
"Nah, in my eyes, cocky older sunbaes, bratty hoobaes, immature peers? You look way more womanly, Professor."
A flicker behind her glasses.
'Lip service or not, chicks eat that up.'
Hot girl praising you? Heart races, even if polite.
Score!
"Not loving that angle, though."
Shit!
Beat passed.
"Hits too sincere—pops the little spark from your porn question."
"Spark? Like...?"
"Playing innocent kid? Fine, I'll play too."
I spun my wheels fast.
'Naughty's dripping off her tone... Porn ref?'
If yes, jackpot. If no? Game over.
Total disaster.
'Sigh... Her 'playing dumb' line seals it, though...'
I squeezed my eyes shut, then open.
Fuck it.
"One more F and I'm expelled... Save me this once—anything you want. Lectures are kicking my ass."
A sly smile bloomed on her lips.
"You crunch the numbers? Me alone won't dodge expulsion."
"Uh, yeah! Thought 2.0 cutoff—turns out 1.5 clears it. I'll scrape by."
She adjusted her glasses, eyes gleaming intrigued.
"Anything, for real?"
"Yes! Save me—name it!"
I hammered it home, but she wavered, hung up.
'Scared I'll bail on weird shit after "anything"?'
Easy fix.
"Um... even porn-related like before? Fine. Consent forms, recordings—whatever."
Smile settled back.
"Got your sincerity loud and clear, Chung-hyun."
She stood, locked the door with a click, sauntered back.
'Whoa... those stockings are fucking lethal.'
Dick twitched just from her locking up and closing in.
"Chung-hyun, eyes on the legs again?"
"S-Sorry..."
"No need. 'Anything,' remember?"
She propped her heeled foot on the table.
I bounced stares between the foot and her face, baffled.
'Pose flashes panties... Say something?'
Too late—caught gawking up her skirt.
"Chung-hyun, straight-up panties now?"
"I-I..."
"Told you, it's fine. Feels genuine—not grade-grubbing. Hot, even."
She smirked.
"Take off my shoes. Dick's already rock-hard."