Why Are You Doing This To Me (5)
Uhhhh~
A sweet cup of milk tea, sipped leisurely on a peaceful day.
I believe that's how you make a day meaningful.
Suuup.
The aroma of sweet milk tea.
The warmth of the milk tea, just the right temperature, rose up carrying its fragrance.
And now, just a small sip of milk tea.
Hrrrrup.
BANG!!
"Teacher!!!"
Pffft!!
She spat it out.
"Student! I told you not to barge in like that!"
"Ah! I'm sorry, but it's really urgent!"
"No matter what, what can't be done can't be done. Teacher Yu-ra is so busy—"
"Cough! Cough! I-I'm fine, cough! Yes."
Seong Yu-ra, the academy's health teacher—dressed in a black tight skirt and pink blouse with a white coat over top, round glasses perched on her purple hair—held back her assistant who was trying to pull the frantic student away, and asked the boy who had come rushing to her, coughing slightly from the milk tea she'd choked on.
"Hmm, hmm! Alright. What's the matter? You seem to have run here in a hurry."
"I-I'm Kim Ha-jin from Korea Class 1! My, my friend got seriously injured during sparring in Practical Combat class!"
"Calm down first. Do you know where he was injured?"
Yu-ra, keeping her composure as she asked about the injured friend's condition, tried to steady Ha-jin, who was speaking so fast he was nearly out of breath.
"W-Well, first, his h-head was bleeding, and also, uh, uh! Ah! What else was there?!"
"Then it seems like only external injuries, so take this potion for now. Seo-yoon, could you come along too?"
"Yes, I understand. Teacher Yu-ra."
"T-This won't work! He's really badly injured!"
Ha-jin, who had received the recovery potion from Yu-ra, clung to her again as she tried to take another sip of milk tea, insisting that this wouldn't be enough.
"Student! What rude behavior is this toward Teacher Yu-ra! Let go right now!"
"But my friend got hit during sparring with Professor Aren!"
Pffft!!
"What, what?! Who was he sparring with?!"
At Ha-jin's words that he'd been injured sparring with Aren, Yu-ra spat out her milk tea once more and looked down at the boy clinging to her, asking in a panic.
Ha-jin explained what had happened during Practical Combat class, and after hearing the full situation, Yu-ra sprang to her feet and told him:
"Hey! Lead the way quickly!"
"Huh?! You're going yourself?!"
"What else can I do! If it was just students fighting, I'd understand, but Professor Aren did it!"
"But if you go, what about the paperwork that needs to be finished today!"
Seo-yoon, her assistant, tried to stop Yu-ra from going herself, mentioning the things she still had to do, but Yu-ra placed a hand on Seo-yoon's shoulder and said:
"I'll leave that to Seo-yoon! Hey! Lead the way!"
"Ah, yes!"
Yu-ra told Seo-yoon to handle her work and shouted at Ha-jin to lead the way, and at her words, Ha-jin beamed and replied with vigor.
"Teacher?! Teacher Yu-ra?! Teacher—!!!"
And Seo-yoon, suddenly left to take on Yu-ra's workload, watched her retreating back and cried out in despair.
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And now.
Cheon Seong was currently being treated by Seong Yu-ra, the academy's health teacher, who had rushed to the infirmary.
"Hey! Are you okay?! No, that guy did it, there's no way you're fine. Anyway, if you have any consciousness at all, swallow this quickly!"
'Damn it, I hoped it wasn't true, but this woman really is the health teacher.'
Yu-ra was feeding him a potion that looked like a recovery potion, but unlike the ordinary red recovery potions commonly available on the market, this one was pink. Cheon Seong really didn't want to drink it even if it killed him, but he swallowed the potion slowly, forced by circumstance.
Gulp.
The first thought when swallowing the potion was that it was incredibly sweet.
Even for someone who didn't particularly like sweet things, it was a sweetness that felt delicious.
Potions available on the market—early ones had strong bitter and astringent tastes, but modern potions put a lot of care into flavor as well as efficacy. Nowadays there were strawberry flavors, grape flavors, chocolate flavors, and many more.
But the pink potion he had just drunk was more delicious than all of those, and its effects were better than a normal Upper-grade recovery potion.
And that really annoyed him.
'Damn it, I expected it, but this pervert woman has been doing this crap since the old days too.'
It tasted good and worked well.
Wasn't that a good thing? Well, yes—if he hadn't known the ingredients of this potion, he would have been satisfied.
If he hadn't known the ingredients.
But he knew what was in this potion, and he had learned that fact from Seong Yu-ra herself in his past life, so there was no possibility he was mistaken.
Back then, this pervert woman had even shown him the process of making it.
There's something called Fluid Fetishism.
It's a fetish involving pleasure related to bodily fluids—referring to people who feel special excitement when affecting others through specific bodily fluids, or when others accept them. And the woman who had fed him this potion fit that description perfectly.
There was a certain paper.
Just as blood types were used to categorize people's personalities, there was also research on personality assessment through the color of mana and unique abilities.
One paper that had once become a hot topic claimed that a person's personality and temperament could be determined by their unique ability—more precisely, that the form in which a unique ability manifested varied depending on a person's innate nature.
If a person was born to become a killer, their unique ability would manifest in a form optimized for killing; if they were born to be a healer, their ability would manifest in healing; if they were born to be a strategist, their ability would manifest in judgment and brain-related functions.
Naturally, that paper was rejected for being novel but failing to provide proper evidence.
The reason he brought up that paper's content while talking about Fluid Fetishism was, of course, for one reason.
This woman's unique ability had manifested in a form that was perfectly optimized for Fluid Fetishism.
Seong Yu-ra grandly called her unique ability "holy water" or something, and he couldn't understand it at all, but regardless, her unique ability was indeed a healing-type ability.
It wasn't better than Yuna's, but in terms of versatility alone, it was more powerful than Yuna's unique ability. The problem was that the recovery effect came from Yu-ra's bodily fluids.
Yu-ra's unique ability had no stamina cost, and its range of use was virtually limitless—but damn it, the problem was that it was her bodily fluids.
Her saliva, sweat, tears—even her urine, the waste expelled from her body—all possessed recovery effects.
And that wasn't even the end of it. The most special aspect of Yu-ra's healing was that while it already had excellent recovery effects on its own, those effects could stack with other effects.
If Yu-ra's unique ability was added to a Lower-grade potion, the recovery effect would be higher than a normal Lower-grade potion.
If you got into the details, it would have effects just below Mid-grade level.
So what about the potion he had just drunk?
It was more effective than a normal recovery potion, and even sweet enough that someone who didn't particularly like sweet things thought it was delicious.
So why was Yu-ra's potion pink instead of red?
Recovery potions are red.
The reason is that the main ingredient of recovery potions is the blood of orcs and ogres, which have excellent regenerative abilities, making them red. But why was Yu-ra's potion pink?
If you know anything about colors, the color needed to turn red into pink is white.
But among the bodily fluids normally produced by the human body, there wasn't a single one that was white.
Tears and sweat are colorless.
But there was one exception. Under certain conditions, women secrete a white fluid from their bodies.
Breast milk.
The proof and sign that a woman has become pregnant and is carrying a child.
At least among the white fluids he knew that could come from the human body, breast milk was the only one—but Yu-ra was currently unmarried.
She was at an age where her prime was gradually passing, and her appearance was certainly attractive to men, but Yu-ra was unmarried.
She was someone so far from pregnancy that she could say she'd never even dated once.
Damn it, whether this woman has a special constitution or it's because of that perverted unique ability, she produces it.
The sign that only comes when a woman carries the mystery of life through pregnancy.
"Cheon Seong-ah!!"
Yuna, shocked at the news that Cheon Seong had been injured during class, had rushed to the infirmary where he was.
"Ah, Yuna."
"Are you okay?! Are there any injuries?!"
There, Cheon Seong, wrapped in bandages and lying on the infirmary bed, greeted Yuna with an awkward smile.
Yuna, startled at the sight of Cheon Seong wrapped in bandages, rushed to him with tears glistening in her eyes, asking if there were any injuries, and took both of his hands in hers while using her unique ability to check if there was anything wrong with his body.
Thankfully, Cheon Seong's body was in good condition, though he would need some rest. But Yuna couldn't trust the results of her own check, and kept shedding tears like chicken droppings as she continued using her unique ability.
"Yuna, you can stop now. The health teacher treated me properly."
"Hmph, but... but you're wrapped in bandages like this, how can I just sit still."
Cheon Seong hugged Yuna, who was shedding tears drop by drop, asking how he could just sit still when he was injured, and comforted her. Yuna, nestled in his embrace, continued using her unique ability.
"It's okay, Yuna. You don't need to worry about me. I'm really fine—"
Smack.
Yuna, not wanting to hear Cheon Seong keep saying he was fine and that she didn't need to worry, lifted her head from his chest and pressed her lips to his, silencing his words.
Yuna's arms wrapped around Cheon Seong's neck as she kissed him more deeply.
Cheon Seong, caught up in Yuna's mood, wrapped his arms around her waist, and just as sparks were about to fly between them—
THUD!
"Ouch! Ouch! Teacher Yu-ra! It hurts! I said it hurts!"
"Of course it hurts, that's why I said so! Apologize quickly—"
"No, I mean, this is! Uh?"
The door suddenly opened, and a voice that was already unpleasant to hear became even more so at that moment.
"Oh my, oh my! Kids, I'm sorry. We'll go out, so continue."
SLAM!
Damn woman, if she leaves like this, what am I supposed to do.