Are You in Heat?
Are You in Heat?
One hour later, on my way out of the workshop.
While heading to the cafeteria, I felt a sense of relief, yet also a strange emptiness.
It's true that things went well, but... should I say I feel a bit deflated?
Because Arnes was excessively cooperative.
I took out the new Artifact I received and checked the information Arnes gave me.
'She said these were the guys targeted by the Academy... Ah, Hu-deok-i and Dae-du are here.'
No first-years.
She said there's a high probability that about thirty people, including the second-year I met on the roof, belong to the Circle.
Cheon Hae-won was also on the list of troublemakers, but seeing as it's crossed out, he must have been excluded from the suspects.
Given that he was tossing those Circle thugs around on the first day of the entrance ceremony, he probably isn't involved.
After familiarizing myself with the names and faces on the screen, I deleted the data.
'She told me to lay low just in case... And it's not like anything would happen if I went out on my own.'
Before deleting it, the list even showed their stats, and it was full of monsters I couldn't possibly beat with my own status.
The weakest ones were Hu-deok-i and Dae-du, who averaged a C, and I'd already been helpless against them... All I can do right now is gather information.
Let's leave physically crushing the Circle to Arnes.
'By the way, Navia Olivier... was it?'
She was the third-year student Arnes suspected of being the Queen of the Circle.
A notorious student who caused controversies involving assault and drug distribution even at an American academy, leading to four forced transfers across different countries.
If it were a normal person or an average Awakened, they would've already been sentenced to life in prison for what she's done, but the reason she's still a student is... apparently, her dad is the #1 hero in the US.
Since she has so many connections, she somehow always gets off with a slap on the wrist and runs away...
Furthermore, as if to prove that Navia herself is quite strong, her average status is just below Yoon Sia's, who is A-rank across the board.
Her breasts, too, um... I don't know why all the women around me are so stacked, except for Chapssaltteok.
'She's got everything, and of course, those are the types who act out...'
Anyway, we were born differently, so there's no point in lamenting it.
Let's just focus on what I need to do from now on.
First and foremost, I need to fix this trash body of mine.
Aside from my Intelligence being marked as F- due to a display error, I'm at a level where I'd have no excuse if I were called dead weight instead of a heroine.
'Rather than swordsmanship or magic, I should start by building basic physical strength... I'm sure there was a gym.'
Pull-ups, push-ups, and running are enough to build a body, but if there are facilities, I should obviously use them.
In my previous world, there were tons of gyms that cost over 100,000 won a month, but the Academy's gym is available 24 hours for free!
Plus, the equipment is state-of-the-art!
I can already vividly picture a six-pack appearing on my soft belly.
... Ah, I think women usually get 11-line abs... Oh well, whatever, it's good as long as the results of my hard work show.
"Heh, heheh..."
Arnes said it, didn't she? That stats can change.
If you lift heavy weights, your Strength goes up.
If your muscles get hard, your Durability will go up.
Even with my disastrous, unmeasurable Magic Power, wouldn't it be possible to reach the realm of magic (physical)?
No, it will be possible.
There is no impossible for muscles!!
'... Come to think of it, my Luck was also unmeasurable.'
I do feel like I'm generally unlucky, but I wonder if it's to that extent.
If you consider the possession itself as bad luck, I guess it fits roughly?
It's not common for a heroine to be choked by the protagonist on the first day— the moment I thought that, I jumped up like a puppy whose tail had been grabbed hard.
"Waung?!"
"What are you doing standing there blankly?"
"Yo, you again...!"
I turned around to see Cheon Hae-won; this guy was leaving handprints on my butt again.
Still the same annoying face.
I glared at him while smoothing out my ruffled skirt.
"Take this!"
And thwack!
I couldn't just keep taking it, so I delivered a powerful low kick to Cheon Hae-won's knee.
Then he screamed, grabbed his shin, and rolled around.
"Gaaaaah...!"
"What are you doing?"
"Do you have rocks in your legs or something?! What kind of human knee is this! Ugh..."
It felt like kicking a rock.
The recoil from the full swing I threw, wanting to see Cheon Hae-won disheveled, hit me.
Seeing him smirk at me, on top of the pain, just made my irritation boil over.
"Anyway, this mutt is no different from when he's drunk~ No, wait, yesterday was cuter. You didn't call me stiffly."
"Grrr! Don't even talk about yesterday!"
"Heh... I guess you know it's embarrassing? I didn't know a girl who was glaring at me all day could make a face like that."
"Sh, shut up! Just shut up and help me up!"
The more I recalled the memories of being drunk and the unsightly behavior left on video, the more I felt the blood rushing to my head.
And hearing it from the very person who had told me to open my arms and hug him made it even more agonizing.
Cheon Hae-won picked me up as I was rolling in the hallway.
Because he put his hands under my armpits inside my blazer, our skin touched.
Since the uniform shirt was open at the back, I could feel Cheon Hae-won's warmth on my shoulder blades too.
A rough but warm, strange hand.
I know this kind of hand.
... If his thumb hadn't been trying to creepily slip inside my shirt, I would have been more immersed in the memories of the orphanage director.
"You're seriously light... That's why you're weak."
"Why don't you take your hand out before talking? More importantly, where did Aisha go, and why are you alone?"
"She went to do some comeback broadcast or whatever. Why, were you lonely because you were alone?"
"Like hell I was?! You keep saying such nonsense!"
Thwack, thwack!
While being held, I threw jabs at Cheon Hae-won's chest.
"...?"
The part where my fist made contact actually bounced back.
Unable to hold back my curiosity, I grabbed Cheon Hae-won's chest with my hand.
There was no flab to grab.
It was impossible to grab, as if thousands upon thousands of muscle fibers had fused into one.
"Wow... oh..."
"... Are you in heat?"
"That's not it, just respect."
From the outside, I just thought he had a good build, but look at him being muscular just because he's the protagonist.
Is this the same human body as mine?
Biceps, deltoids, abs, etc... No matter where I kneaded, it was a perfect body that could truly be called the body of a god.
At the same time, a brilliant idea popped into my head.
Training or working out is much faster when done in pairs rather than alone.
Because you can get immediate feedback on what you're doing wrong.
"Hey Cheon Hae-won, you help me out."
"I don't know what it is, but why should I?"
"If you don't help me, I'll tell Aisha everything you did to me!"
Even if Chapssaltteok heard what I suffered from him, she'd only be shocked for a moment before quickly steeling her resolve to rehabilitate and corrupt him.
In the first place, I wasn't actually going to tell her; it was just a plan to force his cooperation under the guise of a threat.
I thought that since Cheon Hae-won also likes Aisha, he would treat her kindly and wouldn't want to get caught acting like a thug...
"I don't really care? Go ahead and tell her."
"Uh, uh?"
An immediate answer without a hint of hesitation or wavering.
He gives love, but he doesn't believe he deserves to be loved... Arnes's words were true.
Cheon Hae-won gently tickles my shoulder blades.
"Ugh, ugh, hng...?!"
"Puhaha."
Perhaps because my body is ticklish, unlike my struggle to hold back laughter, I couldn't stop my waist from twisting and flinching on its own.
My side-breast too... is it perhaps an extension of the ticklish sensation?
Our skin just touched, but for some reason, it feels like a faint electric current is flowing.
Perhaps he liked my reaction, as Cheon Hae-won readily accepted my proposal.
"Sure, what do you want me to help you with?"
...
Utopia Academy was serious about clothing.
From uniforms that had different pant lengths like Yoon Sia's or mine, or skirts like Aisha's,
The suits made by that perverted old hag slut Arnes also had different designs for each student, and even during afternoon training activities, the attire was divided by facility.
Among them, the training room.
In other words, the gym... was an outfit that made me suspicious that UtoAca really might be an eroge.
... Regardless of what clothes I was wearing, I didn't have the time to worry about it because I was lifting weights to survive.
"Ha-ugh, hng?! Stop, no more...!"
"Cut the bullshit and do one more. This is just an empty bar."
"Don't press down, you asshole...!"
"Do you want me to show you what really pressing down looks like?"
"Oh-ugh?! Time, sorry..."
I didn't even pay attention to the pervert looking down from above, enjoying my pain.
Above all, it's an empty bar.
I'm dying of embarrassment because I'm getting a spot for a mere 20KG bench press.
But if I don't lift it, I die.
I thought maybe it would be easier if I wore a suit, but I didn't use any shortcuts that weren't lifting with my own strength.
"Alright~ one more last one~"
"Ah! You said it was the last one earlier— Ha-uung...!"
"Going down, hold your breath. Exhale when you lift. More, more, more, more, more."
Contrary to Cheon Hae-won's unexpectedly sarcastic attitude, I like that he's a Spartan, but...
I didn't expect to be making sounds that were less like sharp cries and more like dying screams.
It's a bonus that attention is focused on me because I'm making such a racket lifting an empty bar.
"Okay, chest is done, let's move on to biceps and triceps. Put on the guards."
"... You seem to be secretly enjoying this?"
It's the most joyful expression I've seen him make.
On chest workout days, I usually focus on pushing exercises like triceps, but he said he'd make me do everything because it's easier later if you destroy the whole body rather than focusing on one part.
"Your elbows are lifting, fix them, fix them! Do you want to work out like shit?!"
"It's not like I can help it...!"
Dumbbell curls with 2KG pink dumbbells.
Even that wasn't working properly, so Cheon Hae-won is sitting right behind me, holding my upper arms and elbows.
What was touching my head and back felt not like a body, but like a stone slab.
He even pressed down on my spread legs so I couldn't run away.
Maybe even this guy, who looks like a gym rat, hasn't properly trained his thighs, because the area around my butt that was touching Cheon Hae-won's lower body was relatively less hard.
The surface area feels quite large, but there's no way it's that.
There's no way a human's thing could be this big, right?
"Don't get horny, focus, you're losing your strength!"
"I didn't!"
"What are you doing, do you want to advertise that your stats are trash? Hands behind your head, legs straight out, pull them up to your belly quickly! If your head is empty, at least your body should be good."
"Can't you just act like a thug?! And I'm smart!!"
Actually, the fact that he's not sexually harassing me and only making me work out is scarier.
Why is he so serious about this?!