Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: The Funk from a Nearly Year-Old Uncleaned Filter!! You Sluts Clean It Thoroughly with Your Noses…!!!
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‘Kim Taeyang Special Task Force’ immediately moved on to the next operation.
“Gather all the female members…!”
“Yes!”
‘If they’re not committing a crime, make them commit one so you can arrest them anyway…!’
It was Vice Head Professor Shin Hye-won’s special order.
“Everyone, strip down and lie on the floor in the clubroom. Do it with the intent to maximally stimulate male lust. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am!!”
Cloé’s plan was simple.
Scatter the appropriately undressed female members around the clubroom.
She planned to place an incense artifact with powerful sedative effects on the table.
With some books left open nearby, it would look like they’d dozed off by accident during an experiment.
‘A guy obsessed with women—think he can resist this sight? Heh heh heh heh.’
Female members dozing off in erotic poses.
The moment Kim Taeyang laid a hand on them.
‘Hide in the storage closet and catch him in the act…!’
She’d pin him as a perpetrator red-handed.
It was devious, but foolproof.
Ultimately for the sake of justice, so no problem, she figured.
Of course, the student council’s oversight body wouldn’t stand for it if they found out.
But the student council was powerless right now.
The president and all the third-years were out on field training.
“Kim Taeyang’s heading to the clubroom!”
“Everyone, get ready! Hye-jeong, unbutton one more! Laila, rip your stockings…!! The rest of you, go undercover!!!”
The members moved with crisp precision at Cloé’s command.
The trap looked perfect.
Click-
Finally, Kim Taeyang appeared.
The hidden members held their breath, not daring to even roll their eyes for fear of detection.
Fortunately, Kim Taeyang didn’t seem suspicious at all.
“Hah? What the hell is this?”
Thud, thud. Kim Taeyang walked toward the desk.
Seeing the sedative incense and related textbooks, he let out a gleeful shout.
“Whoa~ Helplessly passed-out chicks for the taking!! Burning sedative incense in a locked room—who the fuck are these idiots?! Isn’t this straight-up begging to get wrecked?! Hey!!!”
‘He’s taking the bait…!’
Kim Taeyang would lay hands on the girls any second now.
The bastard was a trash pervert who turned women into sex slaves under the guise of his constellation!
Beep beep beep-
Kim Taeyang picked up the AC remote and cranked the room temp down.
All the way to a bone-chilling 16 degrees!
An absurdly low setting for the still-chilly spring.
‘What’s he doing? Cooling the room down before going at it hard?’
“Kekeke. This AC air? Filter hasn’t been cleaned in nearly a year—the funk is fucking rancid!! Breathe it in deep through your noses and clean it good, you sluts…!!!”
“?”
“Living air purifiers? That’s throwing away your dignity!!! Kek. Bet it’ll be hilarious seeing you all hacking up a lung tomorrow after the group cold virus tags your asses.”
“???”
And that was it.
Having maxed out the chill, Kim Taeyang just walked out of the clubroom.
Cloé and the members emerged from hiding.
Kim An-kyung asked in shock.
“V-Vice President! Isn’t turning down the AC and cursing us with colds a crime too?!”
“……”
“Like induced flu charges… or spring AC misuse… something like that?!”
‘As if that’s a thing…?!’
Total defeat.
The frigid Guidance Committee clubroom filled only with the year-old filter funk wafting everywhere…
*
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Time flew by.
Soon, it was Constellation Swapping Day.
Ten minutes from now, at 6 PM, they’d swap in the Guidance Committee clubroom.
But Cloé Maiden still couldn’t bring herself to leave.
“…So he turns on the AC and says what? ‘The filter’s so fucking funky from no cleaning—you sluts clean it with your noses!’ That’s what he said!”
“What a truly heinous bastard…”
This was Kang Ju-hyuk’s dorm room.
Cloé often dropped by to chat with him.
She was naturally outgoing and loved gossiping.
But that wasn’t the only reason she came here.
“By the way, Ju-hyuk, your face is all better now.”
“Yeah. Thanks to you looking after me, Senior.”
Kang Ju-hyuk.
After his crushing defeat to Kim Taeyang, he’d been living quietly.
Losing the swordsmanship duel—not even a street brawl—had scarred his pride deeply.
That’s why Cloé kept knocking on his door to cheer him up.
“Ju-hyuk. Still feeling down?”
“Kinda… I keep replaying the loss in my head…”
“Don’t worry. I failed this time, but next time, I’ll definitely throw that thug bastard in jail. Then Seol Harin won’t have to worry about slave life anymore!”
“Yeah……”
Even Cloé’s pep talk couldn’t lift Kang Ju-hyuk’s spirits.
His moping reminded her painfully of her own past self.
She couldn’t just walk away.
“When I was a kid, I was a total nobody.”
“Huh…? You, Cloé Senior?”
“Yeah. I’m short now, but I was even shorter back then. I grew up abroad, so the culture was different, and at first I couldn’t understand Korean well, so I kept doing weird stuff alone… Forgot homework and supplies a lot, got scolded constantly… I was just trying to make friends, but the other kids called me a show-off and started bullying me.”
Bullied Cloé Maiden.
Hard to picture now.
“From then on, I tried so hard to fit in. Especially not breaking rules. Not just school regs, but those unspoken kid codes too, y’know? Like not asking questions right before class ends.”
That’s why Cloé obsessed over rules.
Of course, following rules didn’t end the bullying.
Once the image stuck, it didn’t budge.
“Wanted to transfer, but couldn’t… Then one day, Rasha-ra came to me.”
What saved Cloé was the constellation, Rasha-ra.
“Getting chosen by a constellation was huge already, but Rasha-ra was a 9-star one. After that, my life flipped. From being bullied and ignored, suddenly I was at the center of everything.”
“I had no idea you had that kind of past, Senior…”
“Everyone thinks I’ve always been like this, but without Rasha-ra, I wouldn’t be who I am.”
To Cloé, Rasha-ra meant more than a constellation.
Goddess of Punishment, Rasha-ra.
A scary moniker, but Cloé had a special nickname for her in her heart.
‘Savior’ Rasha-ra.
“Rasha-ra was my savior.”
The one who reached out when her life was sinking in the muck.
Rasha-ra became Cloé’s friend,
mentor,
parent.
Sometimes even a lover.
Someone who protected her from any threat.
“That’s a really special bond…”
“Yeah. The love and blessings she gave me—I don’t know how to repay them.”
Cloé turned to the window.
Pastoral sunset light warmed her face.
“If I’m worthy, I want to be someone’s Rasha-ra too.”
“You’re more than worthy, Senior.”
“If so, I’d love to be your Rasha-ra.”
“……”
Kang Ju-hyuk just blinked.
Her words carried a different vibe than usual.
Cloé continued, still facing away.
“Hey… Ju-hyuk, do you like Harin?”
“Uh…? Well, childhood friends, so of course……”
“Not like that. As a woman.”
Kang Ju-hyuk definitely liked Seol Harin.
But for some reason, the words stuck in his throat.
‘I like Harin… Have for ages… But I’m drawn to Cloé Senior too…’
He loved both girls.
As the game’s protagonist should!
“Never really thought about it that way…”
“Good… I’m glad…”
Cloé’s voice trembled slightly.
“I… want to always be by your side. Like Rasha-ra was for me—your Rasha-ra, sharing your joys, comforting you when you’re down, punishing anyone who pisses you off… Like that.”
“……”
Cloé turned with a smile.
Her flushed cheeks made her look cuter and more endearing than ever.
“Can I be your Rasha-ra…?”
Thump! Thump…!
“Senior…”
Kang Ju-hyuk hesitated.
Should he accept the confession…?
He was drawn to Cloé, sure.
But his feelings for Seol Harin were real too.
Truth be told, he still preferred Harin.
‘Date Cloé for now, then when Harin wants to later, break up with Senior? Cloé’s chest is kinda small anyway…’
He recalled the leek-slap out of nowhere.
Maybe Seol Harin’s heart was gone forever.
She seemed thoroughly tamed by Kim Taeyang’s body.
‘No, Harin might never come back… Better just date Cloé then. Boobs are a shame, but oh well.’
Decision made.
Perfect timing too—the anti-romance/sex constellations were asleep.
Even a mono-gal simper like Kang Ju-hyuk knew this was prime confession o’clock.
“Senior… Actually, I—”
The moment he went for it.
KABOOOOOM───────────!!!!
“Urgh!!!!! Quit shaking, you mini sow—get out here!!!!!!”
“Wh-what…?!”
A massive crash from the entrance.
Rushing out, they saw Kim Taeyang having smashed through the front door.
“Thought you ditched our appointment—turns out you’re slutting it up with a guy?! You fucking lost it?! Aang??!!!!”
“Y-you bastard! You dare destroy school property?!”
“Isn’t it your fault for blowing off time?! I smashed it worrying something happened to Pomi!!!! I’ll pay damages, so quit bitching!!!!!”
“Woof-♡”
Pomi, napping in the living room, leaped into Kim Taeyang’s arms.
“Tch. Coulda just waited instead of the drama…! I get headaches from troublesome mutts too—take her already!!”
“You blame cute Pomi when you’re the one acting like a dick? Fucking pathetic slut?!”
“You’re the pathetic one, pig boy!! I’ll expose your crimes soon and get you life in prison!!! Big, delinquent, girl-obsessed trash! Thug!! Human scum!!!”
“Kekeke.”
“?”
Kim Taeyang just smirked at Cloé’s tirade.
A chill of unease hit her, but she puffed out her small chest to hold her ground.
“What’s so funny? Hurry up and give back Rasha-ra!!”
Rasha-ra.
At the name, Kim Taeyang’s aura shifted.
A sinister, vile pressure that chilled her to the bone.
“Hey. What bullshit is that?”
“…Give Rasha-ra back?”
“Oh, that. Kekeke. Truth is, she already promised to be my constellation.”
“Wh-what…?”
Kim Taeyang swung the whip in his hand.
“What… L-lie, right, Rasha-ra?”
“……”
“Rasha-ra…? Why no answer…?! Rasha-ra!!!”
It felt like a boulder on her chest.
Breathing hurt.
If Rasha-ra had really gone to Kim Taeyang.
Cloé would lose her best friend, life mentor, parent, and lover.
“Hey. This thing’s not Rasha-ra anymore.”
“…?”
Kim Taeyang’s deep voice boomed.
That irritatingly masculine, cool timbre spat unbelievable words.
“Hey, Bendy.”
“Bend, Bendy…?”
Bendy.
An unimaginable vulgar, ridiculous name…!
Before the shock fully sank in.
The whip wriggled to life.
“Bend, Bendy~”
“…?”
Bendy shook, dancing.
Even more shocking: the face at the whip’s tip.
Always a stoic (°꒫°), now a dopey (ˊᗜˋ);; as it wiggled wildly!
“R-Rasha-ra…? Why that face… that vulgar dance… why that expression?! You were always expressionless!!!”
Goddess of Punishment Rasha-ra.
Synonym for stoicism and gravity.
To Cloé, who saw her as the goddess of charisma, the ‘Bendy Dance’ hit like a truck.
“Hey, Bendy. I ‘permit’ you to speak. Tell that mini sow the truth.”
“Bend, Bendy~ This Bendy… has decided to become Kim Taeyang-nim’s constellation…! He showed me true happiness and joy… let me know my real self… my one and only benefactor~ Hee hee… hee?”
Rasha-ra was utterly broken.
Like she was high on drugs… not in her right mind at all.
“Th-this… this is a lie……”
My idol.
My savior.
My Rasha-ra.
She had fallen.
“Has to be a lie… a lie……”
Thud.
Cloé collapsed.
Kim Taeyang loomed over her, cackling.
“Think a slut like you deserves romance? From now on, I’ll spoil you my way—look forward to it??”
‘This bastard… plans to toy with me like a cheap whore…’
She didn’t know yet.
What approached her was ‘hell’.