Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Study Group
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"H-Huh...?!"
Chae-yeon couldn't hold back her shock as she clutched her mock exam scores.
"W-Wallet Guy...! Wallet... No, Teeeeacher!"
Chae-yeon came rushing over to me in a frenzy and threw her arms around me.
"W-What... the?!"
Her chest wasn't huge, but it was relatively full and soft for her age, pressing against my face and leaving me flustered.
"Teacher...! Teach me how to study. Please teach me!"
She thrust her freshly received mock exam report card at me and shouted.
"Whoa... This is brutal."
That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when I saw her scores.
The word "brutal" almost felt insufficient.
And for good reason—the report card belonging to this girl named Park Chae-yeon had grades scattered everywhere, from a high of 3 all the way down to 7.
I had no idea how a report card could be this all over the place.
If she'd studied, the low numbers would've clustered together. If she hadn't studied at all, the high numbers would've.
This? This was just a half-assed attempt at studying, plain and simple.
"Ugh...! B-Brutal...! Make it better! Fix my graaaades!"
"Why are you blaming me for that?"
"Because it's your fault I couldn't study, Wallet Guy!"
She was spouting nonsense again.
"You kept dragging me around, feeding me all sorts of stuff, so I had no time to study. And when I got home, I was too busy digesting...!"
She was pinning the entire blame on me.
As if they hadn't been the ones forcing me to buy this and that.
While Chae-yeon rambled on, blaming everyone but herself...
"Han Na-young."
Na-young's name was called, and she stepped forward to collect her report card.
"How'd you do?"
"Pretty good, I think!"
I was genuinely impressed by Na-young's scores.
All 1s—a top predator in the rankings.
"Eek...! 1s... All 1s...!"
Outdone in looks and now grades too, Chae-yeon fell into inexplicable despair.
"Kim Mi-jin."
"Yes."
Next up was Mi-jin.
She stepped forward, took her report card, and returned with a less-than-thrilled expression.
Chae-yeon lit up, thrilled to find an ally in her misery.
"Hmm... A bit of a drop. You've got a whopping one 3."
But her muttering wiped that smile right off Chae-yeon's face.
"Lee Eun-bi."
"Yes!"
Finally, Eun-bi.
Compared to us, she wasn't the strongest student, but she didn't have a single grade below 4.
"Ugh. This sucks. They must've studied without me. Traitors...!"
Thoroughly crushed, Chae-yeon slunk off to a corner.
Unlike her, thanks to my regression, I had decades of advanced knowledge, making problems at this level a breeze.
That said, I'd forgotten a lot over time, so using the future smartphone to sneak peeks at exam sheets beforehand let me ace them without much effort. Felt like cheating, though.
"Hey."
"Ugh."
"Hey, hey."
"What...?"
"You asked me to teach you."
"Oh...! You're gonna teach me?!"
"Well, exams are coming up soon anyway."
Was all that drama just an act?
The moment I agreed, she flipped like a switch.
Grinning ear to ear, she grabbed my hands and shook them gratefully. It was so different from before, it felt downright weird.
"Y-Yeah... I'll teach you."
I'd never taught anyone before, and I wasn't sure I had the chops for it, but this level seemed manageable.
"Yay! Since we're doing this, let's make a study group! Heh."
Without even consulting me, Chae-yeon dashed off—do-do-do—and roped Eun-bi and Mi-jin into the group.
Under the pretext of me, the perfect scorer who'd never missed a single 100, giving private lessons.
No way they'd turn that down.
Eun-bi and Mi-jin joined happily, and even Na-young hopped in.
In the end, I had no choice but to tutor all four of them.
Time passed.
After school ended, we headed to a large library known for its great study setup.
Maybe because their school day ended earlier than others?
The library, usually packed to the brim, was surprisingly quiet today.
"This one's mine~!"
Chae-yeon bolted like a kid and claimed a spot.
Each table seated three per side—six total.
"Come on, Wallet... I mean, Teacher. Sit here."
Chae-yeon, who'd snagged one end, pulled out the center chair.
"What's with 'Teacher Guy'?"
Wallet Guy, Trainer Guy, Teacher Guy—Chae-yeon kept piling on these baffling nicknames for me.
"Oh, wait! Na-young, you sit on the opposite side."
Na-young, naturally aiming for the seat next to me.
Chae-yeon hurriedly blocked her.
"You're already great at studying, so no need to learn from Teacher Guy. Better to sit across and one-on-one with someone."
"Ah... Got it. Yeah, okay."
No matter how good you are, you can't cover everyone solo.
So Chae-yeon was scheming to separate me and Na-young.
No point arguing—it wasn't a bad idea.
Na-young seemed to agree and nodded, pushing her chair back in and heading to the other side.
"Guess I'll sit then."
Mi-jin took the now-vacant seat next to me.
With that, I was set to focus on Chae-yeon and Mi-jin, while Na-young handled Eun-bi one-on-one. Study time began.
Or rather, they'd solve problems on their own and just ask when stuck.
"Plug the equation in here and calculate... like this... and this."
Mi-jin handled things fine solo. Chae-yeon was the issue.
With nothing to do myself, I spaced out—until she started bombarding me with questions.
Mi-jin even paused her work to rest her chin on my shoulder and eavesdrop.
"Aha!"
Practically leaning on me, Chae-yeon nodded brightly once the explanation wrapped.
Then...
"I don't get it at all!"
Of course.
"Hmm... Ji-hoon, you're really bad at teaching."
Mi-jin sighed, chin still on my shoulder.
What? It was my fault?
"Teacher... Wallet Guy has zero talent for teaching anyone? How do you expect to be a teacher like this?"
"Never planned on being one."
Once I'm an adult and everyone else enters society...
I'll hole up at home with enough money earned for a lifetime of leisure.
"One more chance. This one!"
I wouldn't mind if she paid, but teaching for free? Isn't the teacher supposed to be the boss?
Chae-yeon, smug like she'd scored a deal, brought another problem.
I explained it as simply as possible.
Result?
"Yeah...! Yeah...! Wow, I get it! You're on another level!"
Chae-yeon had slid to Na-young's side and grasped it instantly from her explanation.
"Sorry I'm so bad at teaching."
Even I could follow Na-young's crystal-clear explanations effortlessly.
Felt oddly defeatist.
"Na-young, how do you solve this one?"
"This?"
"No clue on this!"
In the end, all three swarmed Na-young with questions.
Watching them, I felt relieved instead.
If I couldn't teach properly and questions flew from all sides, it'd just give me a headache.
Propping my chin, I fiddled with the future smartphone, hunting for more money-making ops—but I'd prepped everything ages ago. Nothing new.
Pocketing it, I dazedly watched Na-young diligently tutor the hopeless students.
She was... insanely gorgeous.
No matter how much I looked to get used to it, that beauty never faded.
The way she tucked her long hair behind her ear mid-explanation.
Even during sex, she had that pure vibe.
Na-young, with her otherworldly looks wasted on something as mundane as teaching.
And that teacher laying belly-to-belly with her student—me.
Shiver.
Just imagining it had my dick twitching. I trembled.
Thinking of the teacher adored and respected by her students writhing under me, moaning? The taboo thrill was off the charts.
Ah... I can't hold back.
Tap, tap.
"Hm...?"
I nudged Na-young's leg with my shoeless foot.
Luckily missing the others, she glanced at me with puzzled eyes.
I said nothing, just kept stroking her leg with my foot.
Na-young didn't mind—in fact, she grinned and returned the favor on my leg.
"Na-young! I don't get this!"
Right then, Chae-yeon called out with another question, and Na-young resumed explaining slowly.
"Ngh...!"
A faint moan escaped as my foot slipped under her skirt, brushing her thigh.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah... Nothing."
Na-young, face subtly flushed, managed to satisfy Chae-yeon.
"Gonna hit the bathroom."
I stood, shooting Na-young a look.
"Ah...! Me too!"
Na-young shot up and followed me.