The Pregnancy Skill
Please, just let me avoid Seong Miyeon! Please, anything but that bully bitch…!
Group projects.
The worst punishment a college student could face, second only to graduate school itself.
Faced with that nightmare, I prayed desperately to the heavens.
I’d do anything if it wasn’t Seong Miyeon.
“For the final group assignments, I’ll pair you randomly into teams of two.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief at the professor’s words.
There were about twenty people attending the lecture.
Even by simple math, the chance of getting paired with Seong Miyeon was less than ten percent.
In a gacha game that would be a generous rate, but there was no way something like that would happen in real life, right?
As if the universe wanted to mock my thoughts, Seong Miyeon lightly raised her hand.
“Professor, I have a question.”
“Ah, yes.”
The young professor’s face softened the moment the beauty spoke to him in that gentle voice.
You can’t fold that easily, dude.
Of course, even I had to admit that Seong Miyeon looked stunning in her white t-shirt and jeans.
“I’d like to be paired with someone from my own department…”
“Ah, the point is to build cooperative skills…”
“Isn’t there any way? Please…?”
“…Working with someone from the same department is also excellent cooperation. If anyone else has a preferred partner, feel free to speak up.”
That damn professor!
He had clearly been about to refuse until Seong Miyeon’s cute act made him change his mind.
Seong Miyeon turned her head sharply toward me.
“Looks like it’s decided. You’re in luck, Jihun. We’re pairing up.”
“But I…”
“Why? Don’t tell me you don’t want to?”
Seong Miyeon flashed a sweet smile.
That eye smile was beautiful enough to make anyone gasp, paired with her perfect figure.
But to me it looked like a threat that said refusal would be fatal.
“Uh… okay.”
“Good boy.”
In the end I could only nod obediently.
Ah, these pathetic, miserable loser genes of mine.
The guys around us stared with open envy.
Stop looking at me like that.
It’s just a dog getting a leash snapped around its neck.
She doesn’t even see me as a man.
Why the hell did Seong Miyeon have to take this elective?
It was an unpopular liberal arts class with no connection to my major.
I never imagined I’d run into anyone from my department.
Yet here was the modeling department’s ultimate social butterfly and goddess, Seong Miyeon, in all her glory.
That alone was enough to fill me with dread, but now we were stuck in the same group.
Just thinking about how to handle this made my vision go dark.
“That’s all for today’s lecture.”
Class ended and I packed my bag.
I needed to get home, play some games, and soothe my depressed mood.
That was when Seong Miyeon—who hadn’t brought a bag at all—walked up to me first.
“Hey, loser. Let’s go.”
The gentle tone she had used with the professor was gone, replaced by a voice so cold and sharp it could cut.
“Uh, where?”
“A café. We need to talk about the project, don’t we?”
Oh.
I felt a flicker of genuine surprise.
I had assumed she would ignore me completely and dump everything on my lap.
Apparently she actually intended to do the work properly.
“Oh, and put my books in your bag. They’re surprisingly heavy.”
“…”
We walked into a nearby café we both knew.
Somehow I ended up paying the bill.
When I carried the tray upstairs, Seong Miyeon had already claimed a seat with her legs elegantly crossed.
…Damn. She really is gorgeous.
If only her personality were normal, she would be perfect.
The soul inside that body was pure bully—living entirely for her own superiority.
As I set the tray down, Seong Miyeon finally looked up from her phone.
“You bought a proper cold brew, right?”
“Yeah. But why do you always drink that?”
“Sigh. Of course the loser doesn’t get it.”
Seong Miyeon sighed and stirred the ice with her straw.
“This big sis has to control everything—daily calorie intake, step count, even the exact ingredient percentages in my skincare products—before I feel satisfied.”
“Uh… that’s impressive.”
I genuinely meant it.
I knew she had an incredible body, but maintaining it clearly wasn’t easy.
It made me see her in a slightly new light.
“Your genes are completely different from mine. You just eat whatever and get fatter and fatter.”
…Never mind.
She really was just a terrible person.
It’s not like I was even that overweight.
“Pfft! What? Did that hurt your feelings?”
“Why bring it up now like it’s new?”
“Whatever. Here, take this.”
It was a twenty-thousand-won mart gift certificate.
As I stared at it in confusion, Seong Miyeon smirked.
“Did you think I’d mooch off you? I hate owing anyone.”
For someone who hates owing people, you sure used me like a slave all year.
Apparently that didn’t count as a debt in her book.
“Then give me your account number. I’ll send the change.”
“No need. It’s just pocket money. I don’t even shop at marts anyway.”
How could a college student live like that?
The rumor that she did modeling gigs must be true.
Our lifestyles were on completely different levels.
Anyway, I gratefully pocketed the gift certificate. Seong Miyeon smiled as if she had been waiting for exactly that.
“Or you could work off what you received.”
“Huh?”
“Since you took that, you can handle the project by yourself.”
“What?”
What kind of nonsense was this?
The assignment required research, report writing, PowerPoint creation, and the actual presentation.
Doing all of it alone was not a fair trade for a twenty-thousand-won gift card.
“I’ll handle the presentation. That works, right?”
“Even then, that’s still…”
I’d be suffering the entire semester while she gave one presentation and walked away with an A+?
This wasn’t how university was supposed to work.
“Besides, I don’t know anything about this stuff. Wouldn’t it be better if you just did it alone instead of having a beginner half-ass it?”
“But…”
“Why? You don’t want to?”
Seong Miyeon stretched her leg under the table.
Her stockinged foot gently brushed my thigh.
Oh… ooh…
Her foot slid upward in a teasing arc, threatening to touch somewhere far more intimate.
The strange sensation made the corners of my mouth lift before I could stop them.
It was a prank I had endured all throughout freshman year, yet I never got used to it.
“Idiot. Does it feel good?”
Seong Miyeon laughed openly while she teased me.
Did it feel good? Honestly, yes.
Any man would lose his mind if a woman like Seong Miyeon played with him using her feet.
If her toes poked my most secret places, I would get hard instantly.
“Fuck. This bastard really loves it. Disgusting.”
Even while saying that, her foot didn’t stop.
She seemed to enjoy watching my helpless reactions.
Given her personality, if she actually saw me as a man instead of a toy, she wouldn’t play these games.
“You shouldn’t get a girlfriend. You’d get taken advantage of until your bank account was empty.”
“…I might already have one, you know.”
“Huh? You do?”
Her eyes widened fiercely, so I had no choice but to answer honestly.
“No. I don’t.”
“Of course not. Just looking at you, it’s obvious you’ve never even held a girl’s hand, you pathetic virgin.”
It stung. But she was right.
Still, it stung!
“Thinking that way, our little loser is super lucky, huh? Having big sis meet you at a café like this.”
For someone dumping the entire project on me, she had a smooth tongue.
“Hey. Every guy at our school is desperate to date me.”
She wasn’t wrong.
From what I’d heard, the number of guys she had rejected was more than I could count on both hands.
“Those guys would do the whole project if I said a single word.”
“Not all of them. Some have girlfriends.”
“Ah, that? It doesn’t really mean anything.”
What was she talking about now?
“The girlfriends of the guys in our department are basically the result of them falling for me, giving up, and settling for second best.”
…Her confidence was insane.
What kind of life did you need to live to develop that kind of mindset?
Even in the modeling department where only beautiful girls gathered, she was top tier, so the statement wasn’t entirely false.
But openly thinking that way was honestly admirable.
“…Even for you, if the female seniors heard what you just said, it would cause serious trouble.”
“That’s why I’m only telling you.”
“What if I snitch?”
“You? A loser like you? As if you’d have the courage.”
I had nothing to say to that.
Besides, I didn’t want to be a tattletale anyway.
Even if I told them, it’s not like they would thank me.
Getting on Seong Miyeon’s bad side would only bring me a hundred times more trouble.
“So the conversation’s over, right? If it’s over, I’ll buy you drinks, so just make sure we get an A+. Who knows? I might give you something even better as a reward.”
My ears perked up instinctively at the word “reward.”
But I knew better by now.
Words like that from Seong Miyeon were nothing but bait.
The same Seong Miyeon who had slapped a handsome male model senior for hitting on her wasn’t about to give me anything.
“At least let me handle the research and…”
“Hey, loser.”
Seong Miyeon smiled fiercely, as if this was the line she had been waiting to cross.
“I said I’d buy you drinks. That should be enough. Why are you making so many demands?”
Wow, scary.
She really was a former bully.
I could feel the loser DNA inside me activating on instinct.
“You know how many seniors and professors like me because I’m pretty, right? If you don’t want to hear any weird rumors, just do a good job, okay?”
After delivering one final generous threat, she stood up.
I couldn’t stop Seong Miyeon as she walked away with that perfect model stride.
“Sigh. This really is my fate.”
Bully and loser.
Even after becoming adults and entering university, this caste system refused to change.
Well, I knew it would turn out like this the moment we got paired together.
“I don’t even like alcohol that much.”
At least she had taken the presentation, so it was slightly better?
Whether Seong Miyeon would actually keep her promise was another question.
“First, let’s make sure the research is solid.”
I stood up, still holding the gift certificate Seong Miyeon had given me.
Since I had received it, I might as well use it.
I went straight to the mart and bought sushi for 19,990 won.
I deserved at least this much comfort for my pathetic self.
I bought a few other things and headed back to my studio apartment when I ran into someone I knew.
“Oh, Jihun. On your way back from shopping?”
“Hello, sunbae.”
It was Lee Mirae sunbae from the same fashion department.
If Seong Miyeon was the goddess of the modeling department, Lee Mirae sunbae was the goddess of the fashion department.
Unlike Seong Miyeon, she was genuinely kind.
The fact that she would speak first to a loser like me said everything.
“Aigoo. You look really down. Did something bad happen?”
Just look at that beautiful character.
If this were a fantasy world, sunbae would definitely be a saint possessing an enormous reservoir of holy power.
“No. It’s probably just because the semester is starting and I’m tired.”
“Hmm, that’s a relief. If anything comes up, tell me anytime. I’ll listen at least.”
“Thank you, even if it’s only the thought.”
“I’m serious, you know?”
“You have a boyfriend, sunbae. I’d cause unnecessary misunderstandings.”
The reason I had given up on the sunbae I fell for at first sight, crying as I did so.
It was because she already had a boyfriend.
If I had confessed just a little earlier, would the future have been different?
No, I already knew the answer was no.
“Hehe! It’ll be fine. I wouldn’t think of you that way, Jihun.”
Huh? Sunbae? What does that mean?
Was she saying someone like me wasn’t even worth considering?
Was this pure evil?
But the fact that it was true made it even sadder.
“You’re famous in our department for being diligent, Jihun. So no one would look at you that way.”
“Ah… thank you.”
Ahh…! To think I dared suspect Saint Lee Mirae!
I would need to repent before tomorrow’s class.
“Take care. See you later.”
“Yes, get home safely.”
I hid my lingering regret as I parted ways with sunbae.
There really were guys in this world who dated kind, beautiful women like her.
Then why was my life like this?
Was it my face?
I too had once dreamed of a flashy university debut.
I thought my loner life would change once I became an adult.
I lived diligently, exercised, and even tried dressing better.
But effort alone wasn’t enough to change anything.
Why was there no joy in my life?
No, I wasn’t even asking for joy.
Just living comfortably would be enough.
It would be nice if people were at least as kind to me as they were to others.
I wasn’t asking for incredible luck or a jackpot.
Was hoping for a decent life really too much?
“Sigh… what’s the point of thinking like this. Let’s go home, eat, and work on the project.”
Still, today I had greeted and talked with Lee Mirae sunbae.
I headed home, taking comfort in that small victory.
****
“Ugh! This should be enough for the first stage.”
I had roughly finished the initial research for the project.
From experience, it was faster to fill in the rest while writing the actual report.
For now I sent the materials to Seong Miyeon.
She should at least know where things stood.
“But leaving me on read is too much.”
Couldn’t she at least say “good work”?
This was exactly why bullies were the worst.
She had definitely been the type to roll her skirt into an H-line during high school.
She had no idea how much effort went into serious assignments.
Well… Seong Miyeon was also the top student in the modeling department, just like me.
“…Let’s rest for now.”
I lay down on the bed and picked up my phone.
I scrolled through shorts and webtoons until a new 19+ title caught my eye.
The classic story of a loser protagonist who uses hypnosis to train a bully and eventually impregnates her.
The bully, wearing nothing but dolphin shorts, was sucking the protagonist’s cock with hazy, devoted eyes.
“Oh, that’s hot.”
I knew it could never happen in reality, but that was exactly why I needed the vicarious satisfaction.
How nice would it be if that was me and Seong Miyeon?
If that bully girl sucked my cock and balls deliciously and even cleaned everything up afterward?
It would be the ultimate college life.
Well, it would never happen to someone like me.
[Ding!]
Congratulations! Your wish has been received!
“Huh?”
I blinked.
I rubbed my eyes thinking I had seen wrong.
The window refused to disappear.
A message had suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
Had Bill Gates finally kidnapped me and implanted a secret chip?
“Or have I finally gone crazy?”
You have not gone crazy!
You have been chosen.
Now you can impregnate the Training Skill and give birth to it!
“…”
In moments like this, the mind simply goes blank.
Training. Skill. Impregnate. Give birth.
A string of words that made me question whether this was even Korean.
Even someone like me, familiar with manga and novels, needed time to process it.
No, more than that…
“Impregnate? I’m a man?”
I know.
…Something was clearly very wrong.