Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Yu-jin Wants a Reward from Daddy!
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"Is today the day that fucking bitch's suspension finally lifts?"
A group of male students huddled together in the classroom, their faces twisted in scowls.
"Ugh, thinking about it just pisses me off more. She beats the shit out of someone and only gets three months' suspension? Is that even right?"
"Shut up a bit, Jae-hwan. You're whining like a baby when you barely even got hurt."
"Fuck off, asshole. It hurt like hell."
"Says the guy who got his ass kicked by the fifth-ranked kid from behind~"
"No! That was a surprise hit..."
"~Your fault for not dodging it~"
"Fucking hell, even calling you a friend... But wasn't that a special assault with a fire extinguisher? How the fuck did she only get suspension?"
"Must've sucked off the instructor or something. Total slut."
"She's starting classes again today, right?"
"Yeah, heard she's coming for second period sparring."
"That bitch is dead meat..."
Yoon Jae-hwan, still seething from the humiliation of being knocked out by Han Yu-jin three months ago, clenched his fists in anticipation of revenge.
"Han Yu-jin."
"Yes."
As her name was called for roll, all eyes turned her way.
The school felt exactly the same after her three months of special training with the teacher.
'Nothing's changed at all...'
"Those stares..."
Glares laced with malice and hostility.
It was as if they were reminding her she had no allies in this place.
'I just want to go home already...'
She already missed the comfort she could only feel at home.
That house with her angel-like big sister and her dependable teacher.
'They promised a reward if I got good grades at the academy...'
The moment second-period sparring class began, Han Yu-jin noticed one gaze burning with especially thick hostility.
"Ah, it's you."
"...Han Yu-jin."
"Oh? Head feeling better? Though with a skull that thick, maybe it never even hurt?"
Instead of a greeting, her light taunt drew a sharp response from him.
"Apologize to me, you fucking bitch."
"Whoa, watch the language, huh? And why should I? I don't regret a single thing from that day."
"Fucking bitch. We'll settle it in sparring." Yoon Jae-hwan ground his teeth and looked away.
"Just what I wanted. I'll beat your ass again." She flashed a bright smile and provoked the back of his head.
The class president, who'd been fidgeting anxiously beside her during the exchange, asked in a worried tone.
"Yu-jin, you okay? Yoon Jae-hwan's an idiot, but he's got some serious body reinforcement ability. You might get hurt bad!"
Shin Su-young, class president of Class D where Yu-jin belonged, spoke with genuine concern—or so it seemed.
'If you were really worried, why didn't you stop those guys...'
"I'm fine, President. I've got some confidence now."
'Not that I actually care.'
Shin Su-young was showing off her 'good girl who even worries about troublemakers' persona.
"Seriously... If it looks like you're gonna get hurt bad, just beg for mercy. He might not be that bad of a guy? What if you get injured?!"
Yu-jin could read her true intent: as class president sharing some responsibility, she just didn't want any incidents.
'Even after all this time, you're still... exactly the same.'
"...If you'd just bent a little, it wouldn't have escalated to suspension. If something tough was going on, why not tell me first?"
'Like I'd ever listen to advice like that from you.'
As she sat ignoring the class president's nonsense, the instructor entered and announced the sparring matchups.
Yoon Jae-hwan was her opponent.
They donned basic protective gear and entered the sparring arena.
Her opponent, Yoon Jae-hwan, glared at her cockily from across the field.
"Fucking bitch." He shadowboxed with flashy jabs into the air.
"You're done for today. I'll trash you good, make you live up to your whore rep."
"Fuck off, you moron." She shot back a curse at his taunt and faced him squarely.
"1-on-1 sparring. Five minutes. KO rules. Match ends if one passes out or can't continue fighting. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Got it."
At their confirmation, the instructor swiftly retreated to a safe distance and raised the whistle to his lips.
"Tweet!"
The sharp, crisp blast signaled the start of the match.
Yoon Jae-hwan went for a body slam. A crude, stupid choice fitting his bulky build.
It might've worked on her three months ago—she couldn't have dodged even seeing it coming back then.
But now that she could channel mana through her body, it was different.
Her mana-enhanced body moved precisely as intended. With superhuman leg strength, she effortlessly sidestepped his charge.
"...What?"
"Over here, dumbass."
Expecting a sure hit, he flailed around stupidly when no impact came.
She kicked the back of his head and used the momentum to pull away.
He thrashed his arms at the shock from behind, but she was already out of his attack range.
"What, gotten slow? Bad condition today?"
"This fucking bitch...!"
Learning nothing from the exchange, he tried the same tactic again.
In other words, another dumb straight charge right at her.
'What an idiot...'
She concentrated mana into one leg. Her mental image: [Hardening]. Harder, stronger.
Timing it perfectly as he rushed in, she dropped her center of gravity and swept his ankle.
Impressive resilience for a body reinforcement user, but no match for her focused partial hardening.
His ankle twisted grotesquely, and he face-planted with all his momentum.
The dirt-mixed grass scraped his face as he writhed on the ground.
"Ahh... It hurts...! How... how did you...?"
"How what?"
"My ankle... my leg... Gahk!"
She stepped on his head and said,
"Because I'm stronger than you."
She shaped her fist into a cylindrical form. One he'd recognize well—modeled after a fire extinguisher in her mind.
Clang!
The impact sounded impossibly metallic as her fist smashed his occipital region. Yoon Jae-hwan went out cold.
"Hope that gives you some trauma."
She wanted him to relive this terror every time he saw a fire extinguisher lying around.
"...Instructor? Looks like it's over."
She notified the instructor, who gawked slack-jawed from the sidelines.
No way a sprawled-out, unconscious Yoon Jae-hwan could continue.
"Uh, um, y-yeah..." He stammered nonsense in shock before remembering his line.
"Winner: Cadet Han Yu-jin."
"...Shouldn't we, like, move him?" She pointed at the starfished body.
"Oh, right..." At the instructor's glance, Jae-hwan's friends rushed to drag him away.
"May I go observe the other cadets' matches now?"
"Yes, go ahead, Cadet Yu-jin."
He still stared wide-eyed, clearly stunned.
'The training... it worked.'
She felt the gazes of her classmates who'd watched her match.
No more contempt, mockery, or sneers.
Doubt, inferiority, shock, and fear...
"No way...! Han Yu-jin beat Yoon Jae-hwan?"
"What just happened? I couldn't even follow...!"
"Wasn't Jae-hwan top-tier? And Yu-jin's supposed to be bottom five, right?"
"Didn't you see her moves? Or his ankle shatter? She must've gotten way stronger in three months."
"Fucking scary..."
The hot blood rushing to her neck amid the murmurs felt exhilarating.
A chilling thrill. Everyone who'd mocked her power now feared her growth.
If the teacher hadn't helped, none of this would've happened...
"I wanna go home already..."
The three months with the teacher had been far more fulfilling than half a year at the academy.
The other cadets' spars were embarrassingly amateur. Sloppy mana control, zero combat sense— a waste of time.
As she lay prone, lost in thoughts of the teacher and her sister, the class president approached.
"Yu-jin! What was that?! You were amazing! I believed in you!"
Shin Su-young beamed, gauging her reaction.
'Believed my ass...'
"How'd you get so strong? Huh? Tell me~ We're friends, right?"
'Friends? You opportunistic creep...'
"Some academy? Private lessons? Tell me, pleeease...!"
"...President?"
"Yeah? What's up, Yu-jin?"
Grabbing her shoulder hard—enough to hurt even an awakener's body—she leaned in.
"I'm gonna sleep, so don't wake me."
"Ahh..." Her face twisted in pain.
"Don't grimace."
"O-okay... Got it..." Forcing a smile through the agony, she looked pathetic—and satisfying.
The first day back after suspension had been more fun than expected.
"Teacher...! I'm home!"
Entering the house, she found the teacher lounging on the sofa, watching TV.
"Yu-jin's back!" He greeted her warmly.
'Having someone at home to welcome me... it's so reassuring.'
"First day back after suspension, right? How was it?"
She naturally leaned against his thigh and lay down to answer.
"Hehe, I was gonna tell you! The special training paid off big time!"
Snuggling right up to him, she twirled her hair around her finger as she spoke.
About how easy it was now to morph her body post-training.
How naturally she wielded her altered form.
How mana flow felt as natural as breathing.
She bragged nonstop, like a kid boasting about a growth spurt.
"Impressive, Yu-jin."
"Hehe, all thanks to your help, Teacher..."
"No, you put in the effort—that's why you grew so much."
"Um, Teacher, can I ask one favor?"
"Anything."
"It might sound weird, but during training... just for a bit... could I call you... Daddy?"
What if he says no? Is this pushing it?
Thankfully, he smiled and gave permission.
"D-Daddy...?"
"What's up, Yu-jin?"
Her heart pounded. Just calling the teacher "Daddy" eased a pent-up craving.
Thinking of their daily basic training made her face heat up.
Daddy touching her breasts.
It was just training, no sexual intent, but the words felt deliciously taboo.
'Am I the daughter begging Daddy to grope her tits...?'
With now-familiar motions, she half-removed her top and enlarged her breasts to Daddy's tastes.
The bra squeezing her chest painfully snapped free with a flick, liberating the soft flesh.
Pale pink nipples stiffened erect, perky flesh begging to be touched.
"Yu-jin's tits are ready, Daddy... ♥"
"Feel them all you want... ♥"
Lying on Daddy's thigh, gazing up at him, she said. Even his gaze raking her chest from above felt good, like it pierced her.
Anticipating the pleasure to come, she shook her breasts to tempt Daddy.