Isn't That a Whore Outfit?
Isn't That a Whore Outfit?
Fortunately, there was a mirror placed near the water purifier, so I decided to wash my uniform there.
Since it was a hallway, I couldn't take it off to wash it, but even just rubbing it with water was enough to wash away most of the vomit.
The shirt was thin, so my chest was slightly visible, but after stuffing a few tissues into the side of my chest, the faintly protruding pink color was completely covered.
However...
'It's going to bruise blue later... Damn it.'
The handprint imprinted on my neck was still there, so I decided to sweep my hair forward to cover it.
Under my chin, it wasn't noticeable because of the shadow, and even from the side, it was dark enough that you wouldn't know unless you looked closely.
'It would have been more comfortable if I'd done it in the bathroom.'
I didn't intend to get soaked in water at the water purifier from the start.
I couldn't get my bearings.
At the crossroads divided by gender, I didn't know which way to go.
As soon as I came down from the rooftop, without even needing to have such trivial worries, I naturally went into the men's bathroom.
But then...
"Whoa! You, what are you?!"
"U-uh, you're a first-year, right? This is the men's bathroom!"
"No, I mean... Sorry."
... It was a true story that happened just a few minutes ago.
I just went into the men's bathroom I'd used my whole life, but the sight of the students being startled made me run out as if I were fleeing.
Why do I have to be the criminal?
My head understands, but a strong sense of resistance rose up in my heart.
Even if it's hidden by partitions, peeing in the same place as women is a bit, well, impossible.
'I'm not a pervert, why would a man use the women's bathroom...'
The strange thing is, women seem to be connected by telepathy or something, because there are always at least two of them.
When they go into the bathroom, they always flock in together as a group.
And they never come out.
I thought maybe they take a long time to pee because their body structure is different, but that wasn't it.
Since the water purifier is right next to the bathroom, I unintentionally ended up eavesdropping, and they were fixing their makeup or chatting, etc...
They're just hanging around doing things they could do anywhere else.
'I really don't get it.'
I'll never understand it in my life, and I don't want to understand it either.
I'm worried that the moment I understand, I might start acting like that without realizing it.
'Let's keep my wits about me...'
I sent a text to Aisha.
[Kwon Do-ah - Sorry I'm late, I'm coming down now]
[Aisha - It's okay! I just arrived at the classroom too!]
[Aisha - (๑•﹃•๑) I'm hungwy!]
I felt a bit late for our appointment because of the Circle and Cheon Hae-won.
Still, Class A was just a few floors down, so I went down quickly and was able to meet Aisha, who was waiting in the classroom, right away.
"Ah, Do-ah! Where have you been?"
"Just looked around here and there. It's damn huge. How about you?"
"The faculty office! I had to get permission from Ms. Arnes."
Aisha puffed out her chest proudly.
It was still so flat that you wouldn't even know it was a chest unless you looked closely.
Meanwhile, Aisha, sensing something strange about me, asked.
"Huh? Why are your clothes wet? Where's your jacket?"
"It's nothing. I was passing by a second-year classroom where they were messing around with magic, and water and fire splashed all the way into the hallway. I got hit a bit."
"Ugh... I heard that happens sometimes, but it's true..."
"Y-yeah, I guess so. Maybe because it's only Awakened, there are all sorts of weirdos."
Like some half-witted Circle, or that damn protagonist who almost killed me because he mistook me for someone else. There are a lot of psychos.
Whether she believed my lie or not, her twin tails flapped wildly as she puffed out her cheeks.
Then she put away her artifact and reached out to me.
"It looks like you got hit by water and fire attribute magic, and since I don't know where you might be hurt, I'll cast a healing spell on you overall."
"You can do that too? I don't really have any painful spots, though..."
"It won't hurt to receive it~ I'm going to start, so stay still, okay?"
Aisha closed her eyes, placing one hand on me and the other on her chest.
As Aisha recited the prayer, a warm light spread from the hand near me, enveloping my whole body, and the throbbing pain in my solar plexus and neck disappeared completely.
I opened my throat slightly to look inside, and the bruise from getting hit by Hu-deok-i was healed too.
It's not just that the wounds healed, but my mind felt clearer, should I say.
My head, which had been unsettled and hot because of Cheon Hae-won, felt a level calmer.
I swept my hair back again, now that there was no reason to hide it.
"Do-ah, how's your body?"
"It's insane. I don't feel any fatigue at all."
"Hehe~ Right?"
Aisha's twin tails wagged like a puppy's tail, feeling good from the praise.
This rice cake, she's more amazing than she looks.
"You really are a Saint Candidate..."
"Ahem! If you need it later, just tell me anytime~"
Healers are always right.
An essential position responsible for the team's sustainability.
Besides, unlike those 'healer-snobs' who think being a healer is a high-ranking position and act all entitled while being terrible at it, Aisha has a kind heart.
As expected, it's a waste to set her up with Cheon Hae-won.
Since we're a team of three, we'll have to meet, but I hope our strawberry rice cake doesn't get a bad influence for no reason.
'In the first place, that damn bastard is trying to distance himself, so I guess I don't need to worry about it.'
"Let's go eat. My stomach is stuck to my back."
"Yeah! I heard a lot of stories that the academy food is delicious. My family supplies a few types, and the most delicious one among them is definitely the melon bread— Hwah?!"
"Woah?!"
It was just then, as I was about to leave the classroom side-by-side with Aisha after finishing the treatment.
Aisha and I simultaneously bumped into something squishy and soft and fell backward.
... Something, though it was only for a brief moment.
I think I felt the universe.
"Ow... Sorry, I didn't see where I was going..."
"Your ability to hide your presence is excellent. I'm the one who should apologize for not noticing. Are you both okay?"
"I'm fine, Do-ah is... Huh?"
Aisha, who looked up, froze.
I lifted my head too, wondering who it was, but I couldn't see their face.
I thought it might be Arnes, but there's no way a 28-year-old minimum auntie with 8 years of dating experience would be wearing a uniform.
The voice was younger, and unlike Arnes, whose tone had that unique 'old hen' depth, the tone was stiff.
All I could see was the uniform blocking the ceiling, the scabbard at the waist, the black gloves on the hands, and blue hair.
I quickly realized who the woman was and stood up, dusting off my butt.
She's smaller than Cheon Hae-won, but she's on the tall side among women.
Because of the height difference, half of her face was covered by her chest, but even looking again, her characteristic slit-eyes and eye-smile were impressive.
The slit-eyed, big-breasted swordswoman, Yoon Sia.
I offered her a handshake.
"I'm Kwon Do-ah. You're Yoon Sia... right?"
"Yes, I am Yoon Sia from the same Class A. Nice to meet you both, Kwon Do-ah and Roselia."
Yoon Sia took off her glove and grabbed the hand I had extended.
It was a hand that was rough and calloused overall, but at the same time, you could feel the softness unique to a woman.
"Nice to meet you too, and since we're the same age, feel free to speak casually~"
"I'm comfortable with this. If it's uncomfortable for you to hear, I'll gag myself to shut my mouth. I don't have a gag right now, so with my glove...!"
"... Just do whatever you're comfortable with."
"Thank you for your consideration."
I thought she was a bitch with a Kyoto-style passive-aggressive attribute, but she was actually trying to crumple her glove and shove it in her mouth, so I barely stopped her.
She was just a screw-loose crazy bitch.
Yoon Sia, who put her gloves back on, said.
"... Ms. Roselia? Why are you like that?"
"Ah."
I wondered what was wrong, but the rice cake's eyes were dead.
It seems the shock of realizing the genetic weight class difference was quite big.
I supported Aisha, who was limp like a doll with its strings cut.
"Upsy-daisy, she'll come to her senses if I feed her something."
"That...! I will support her to the cafeteria. Here, give Ms. Roselia to me."
"No, if you do it, she might actually die."
"Yes? What do you mean..."
"Anyway, there's something like that. See you later."
She probably can't hear me, but she's still muttering self-destructive things right now.
I stopped Yoon Sia from following me and headed to the cafeteria.
"Chest, chest... That, chest... Someone like me, asphalt, washboard..."
"I told you not to worry about stuff like that."
'Anyway... She really is weak.'
I only supported Aisha, who clearly doesn't even weigh 40kg, but I'm already whining not long after.
Just yesterday, I could easily lift and throw three sacks of rice, so how did I end up like this?
'If I just learn how to use magic power, it'll be better than now.'
The reason I couldn't resist the Circle thugs at all.
At the very least, I need to be able to use defensive magic for battles against other Awakened or Magic Beasts to be possible.
'Arnes said she'd teach me about equipment distribution and how to use it tomorrow, so let's learn it without missing a single thing.'
To survive without Cheon Hae-won, I have to work like a dog.
...
To fight well, you have to eat well and rest well.
As Aisha said, the meal was full of luxurious feasts for the next generation of heroes protecting the world.
It was a buffet with more food I'd never eaten in my life, such as steaks with a savory butter aroma, king crab or lobster, and colorful sweet desserts.
If there was one regret, it was that Kwon Do-ah's stomach was infinitely small, so I was full after eating just one melon bread.
It didn't matter much since I could eat anytime outside of class hours anyway.
"Hau... There was so much delicious food that I almost ate like crazy... I ate really well..."
"Yeah. The melon bread was tastier than I thought. Unlike in manga, there were many reviews saying it was similar to soboro bread, so I didn't expect much."
Especially the melon-flavored cream that filled the inside of the bread was the best.
When I praised her family's business, Aisha's twin tails flapped.
"Hehe, I told you, right? Our family's melon bread uses top-grade musk melon~ We don't spare it in the cookie dough and cream, so both the aroma and taste are the best."
"But... isn't that just because the melon is delicious?"
"Th-the bread is delicious too!"
"Hmm... Is that so~?"
She says there's bread that makes you sing and dance next time, so I should try it, but I'm deeply afraid.
If you go crazy after eating it, isn't that just drugs...? Can that really happen just from the taste?
While teasing Aisha like that, we arrived at the dormitory and found a package placed under the door.
The sender was unknown.
The recipient was me.
Kwon Do-ah's name was written on it.
And a note attached by the academy.
[I tried contacting you but you didn't answer, so I left it here. Inspection is mandatory so I did check the contents, but... you're quite bold, aren't you? -Arnes]
"Who is it from?"
"Well, I wonder if there's anyone who would send me something..."
Since Arnes checked it, it probably isn't a dangerous item.
I brought the package inside and opened the box to check the contents.
A letter written in elegant handwriting and two boxes with brand logos I was seeing for the first time.
Judging by the angular shape of the wrapping, the thin thickness, and the soft texture, I suspect it might be clothing.
First, I read the letter.
Did you arrive safely?
(This part is blacked out and unreadable.)
Sorry, even if I take my hand off for a moment, that guy is struggling to wake up;;
There's a lot I want to write, but I think I have to go now.
If I have time, I will definitely come to see you.
Don't wait too long, though, and live happily.
Or it's fine to forget everything and start anew.
... Oh, I thought I only bought uniforms, so I'll send some pajamas too.
It's not exactly the same, but I bought something similar to what Mother and you used to wear. You only wore that at home, right?
You always liked the same things as Mother, right? You'll surely like it.
Kwon Do-ah's family... is it?
I'm not the person herself, so receiving this makes me feel extremely awkward.
Seeing the word 'Mother', it's highly likely that the sender is an older brother or sister.
'This kid has blood relatives.'
... No, I'm not envious.
I had the orphanage director, too.
There were so many kids I couldn't even count them on ten fingers... Damn, thinking about it makes me miss them.
I folded the letter bitterly and opened the wrapping paper this time.
Did they say it was pajamas? It had a simple brand logo, giving off a luxurious vibe.
"...... What is this?"
Aisha, who saw the pajamas I took out, gasped.
A silk dress that was see-through, making Aisha, who was shy about bras, blush.
The impression that it was a piece of clothing made to be blatantly lewd didn't leave my mind.
'So this is why Arnes was saying things about me being bold...'
"Wow... I've never seen an Empress Negligee before! This is super expensive...!"
"Emp, Negli, what?"
This kind of thing is really pajamas?
Not a whore's outfit?
I was about to throw it all in the trash, but since Aisha said it was a luxury item worth 400,000 won per piece, I decided to keep it for now.
I won't wear it, but I can use it as emergency money when I'm destitute.
"Haa..."
Only sighs come out.
No, they said I was a Sewer Rat.
They said I was from the Magi Zone.
Just looking at it, it's a poor image, not a rich one.
I wear such luxurious and lewd clothing? Was I an ace of the red-light district or something?
I sincerely hope that Kwon Do-ah's mother's taste was twisted.
Or that there was an error in Utoaka's random custom.
There's no way the heroine is a sex worker...!
It was a night where as time went on, I knew nothing and only had more questions.
What kind of life have you lived, Kwon Do-ah.