Chapter 158: The Drill-Haired Young Lady’s Circumstances.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 158: The Drill-Haired Young Lady’s Circumstances.
It felt like the depression I’d been feeling until just a moment ago was a lie.
I see. It seems that when a pervert with drill hair clings to your pant leg and refuses to let go, it cures depression.
If I submitted this hypothesis to an academic society, wouldn’t everyone marvel at the genius of the idea and start mass-producing artificial drill hair?
Seeing as I’m having such crazy thoughts, it seems my clone was trying to escape reality again.
“Ah, seriously! Get off…! Are you a leech or something?!”
Ga-eul was trying her best to help, but because of the massive gap in physical abilities, she wasn’t being much of a help.
What happened? How did things end up like this?
I slowly retraced the memories flowing in from my clone.
Right, first, her demonic energy was running wild, so I brought it under control, and then…?
— Wait right there…!!!!
— Gah! Shit, don’t follow me, you crazy bitch!
Wait, that’s strange. Why does it feel like there’s a gap in the middle?
Surprisingly, according to the clone’s memory, that crazy woman started talking to him just because he suppressed her demonic energy a bit. When he tried to give a vague excuse and run away, she began chasing him like a madwoman.
Wow, she’s not a junkie for nothing. Did she take some other drugs too?
“I said, let go…!”
“Even if I die…! I won’t let go!!!!”
Being turned into a public spectacle in the downtown area, not far from the Academy, was not a particularly pleasant experience.
* * *
Humans are creatures that can understand each other through dialogue.
If that were impossible, the sounds we make should be called cries rather than speech.
“So, let’s try to find some middle ground. It’s late, and screaming and making a scene in the shopping district is a nuisance. Right?”
“I’ll just pay for the damages. If I slip everyone a million won, they’ll shut up, won’t they?”
…Huh? Is this thing even human? Why does it sound like she’s just making animal noises?
“Did you just have a very rude thought?”
“Seeing as your senses are better than a human’s, I guess it really was a cry.”
“…Pardon? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. Anyway, I want to run away right now, but since it seems like you’ll never let me go, I’ll just ask. What do you want?”
“It seems you’re finally in the mood to talk to me. Honestly. If it were anyone else, I might have challenged them to a duel out of sheer insult.”
I wondered which of her mouths those words were coming from. Ga-eul, who was sitting next to me, looked utterly dumbfounded. She pulled on my sleeve and spoke in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, despite pretending to whisper.
“…So-hyun, let’s just go. Didn’t you learn in elementary school not to talk to strange people?”
“Ga-eul, just bear with it for a bit. If we provoke the culprit, the hostage might be in danger. If we handle this wrong, she might even come looking for us at the Academy after the weekend.”
Ah, for the record, the “hostage” is my peace and stability of mind.
“Both of you are saying some pretty harsh things with such calm faces, aren’t you…? Well, whatever.”
She continued in a composed manner, as if she truly didn’t care.
Right. Just because she’s a crazy bitch doesn’t mean her goal has to be crazy.
They say even a broken clock is right twice a day, so maybe she’ll make a more sensible request than I expect?
“It’s nothing much. I want you to sleep with me—no, just sleeping would be troublesome. To put it bluntly, will you have sex with me?”
One of the great sages of the past left these words to the world:
You only feel betrayed because you had expectations in the first place, brat.
How true. How could I have expected anything but madness to come out of a crazy woman’s mouth?
Ga-eul looked like she couldn’t even process what she had just heard, her consciousness seemingly blasted off to the far reaches of the Andromeda Galaxy.
The moment I instinctively tried to bolt, Aisha grabbed me, even going so far as to reinforce herself with mana.
“Why are you reacting like that?”
“Oh, let’s think about it the other way around. What would you say if a flasher suddenly jumped out at you on the street, stripped off his clothes, and asked for a round?”
“I think I’d laugh with the most contemptuous expression possible and ask, ‘With that tiny thing?’”
“Why are you starting with the premise that the flasher is small…?”
“If he were big, why would he be doing that? He’d just post a photo on social media to find a partner.”
…What the hell is this conversation? No, more importantly, is this girl the same at seventeen as she was before?
I feel like I’m losing my mind.
No, I’m definitely losing it.
“Whew, it can’t be helped. Other people would welcome it with open arms if I said they could do it with me. To think I have to go through the trouble of explaining the circumstances.”
She certainly has a high opinion of herself, doesn’t she? To be fair, she isn’t ugly. In fact, before the regression, quite a few people volunteered to become her subordinates.
She also had a track record of seducing heroes using her beauty.
Assuming she kept her mouth shut, well, she wouldn’t be out of place as a typical “young lady” type character.
“I need your semen, so would you please cooperate?”
But I’m certain she’s missing a screw or two in the head.
“What are you saying?! You slut! So-hyun! Don’t go near her! This bitch is completely insane!”
At that point, Ga-eul regained her senses and hurriedly wedged herself between me and Aisha.
“…Hmm.”
Aisha looked Ga-eul up and down intently before letting out a smirk.
“Ah, I see. Yes. My apologies. Were you that afraid I’d steal him?”
“…What?”
“Well, you don’t have an ugly face, but it is a bit plain compared to mine. Don’t worry. I’ll return him in pristine condition after I’m done. Though, it’ll be a different story if he falls for me.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself! Hah, seriously. Anyone would think you’re the prettiest girl in the world. Someone like you!”
Ga-eul shouted with a dead serious, confident face.
“Can’t even hold a candle to Professor Cathy or Na-hyun Unnie!”
…Hey, why are you bringing up other people? You should have said you could beat her out of pure spite. Now it feels like you lost.
“Seeing as you’re bringing up others, I can tell what your level is. Anyway, how about it? Are you in the mood now?”
“No, I’m only more convinced that you’re a crazy bitch, so the negotiations are off.”
“Pardon…? Is there perhaps a problem?”
Her gaze drifted toward my lower body.
— You impotent bastard. Is there something wrong with you? I’m drunk and acting like this. Are you really not going to do anything?
Oh, how nostalgic. I almost killed her for pulling that same shit in the past.
“Fine, it’s a duel. You bitch. This time, I’ll bury you forever so I never have to see you again.”
“No, I mean, if it’s a no, it’s a no. Why are you so angry? If it was a sensitive subject, I’m sorry.”
— Ah! The Boss is attacking a civilian! Help! Ah! If you’re going to be violent, do it in bed, not here!
No, please stop…! What is it with this damn “hateful attachment”…!
“Or could it be that you’re actually seeing Professor Cathy or Inspector Kang Na-hyun? You shouldn’t aim for flowers on a high cliff like them. Ah, of course, if a flower on a high cliff like me falls for you on her own, that’s a different story!”
…Huh? What is she talking about now?
“Eh? Do you seriously not know?”
Ga-eul reacted to Aisha’s words before I could.
“Pardon? Know what?”
“That Professor Cathy asked him to be her party partner.”
“…What?”
Ah, right. This girl was always uninterested in anything that didn’t involve her.
“…Do you think I’ll back down just because you tell a lie like that?”
“What lie? Everyone at the Academy probably knows by now.”
Aisha’s eyes began to tremble violently.
…Why? Is Ga-eul an easy target, but Professor Cathy feels like an impossible wall?
She slowly placed a hand on her chest. There was a decent amount of volume, the lines visible even through her clothes, but well… she definitely couldn’t win that one.
“…I… I can… I can win. No, breasts aren’t everything, are they?!”
She fled. She crumbled before the wall of reality.
Seeing as she didn’t lie and say she could win until the very end, it seemed she had a conscience.
“Ah, seriously, it’s not like I’m asking to date, I’m just asking for a one-night stand! Why is a man being such a fortress?! My pride is really hurting, you know?!”
“…What do you want me to do about it?”
Well, honestly, it’s none of my business.
* * *
She was anxious.
To thwart her family’s conspiracy and for her revenge, she absolutely needed that ability.
Initially, she had targeted Lilac to resist the demonic energy.
If she could get his help, she could use the light of the Holy Sword to suppress the demonic energy and escape her wretched fate.
She was a living sacrifice.
A vessel to hold a god? The body of a pure virgin? It was an anachronistic superstition.
The problem was that the more “prestigious” a family was about tradition, the more they obsessed over such superstitions—and her family was a devout believer in them.
Her grandfather was mad enough to snatch his newborn granddaughter from her parents just to raise her as a vessel for a god.
He blamed their loss to the Cheonhwa Group and Yuseong Group on the fact that no strong hero had been born, and because they lacked a beautiful representative.
That was why she had been chosen.
From a young age, her diet and behavior were strictly controlled. She couldn’t even make proper friends because she was told she had to accept a god one day.
She was abused under the guise of “correcting her behavior,” and if she resisted, her mother or father would be punished.
Actually, when she was very young, it was fine.
Because she thought it was normal.
However, after attending school and experiencing society, she realized this was not a normal state. After discovering the true identity of the “god” her grandfather served, she couldn’t stand it.
To be destined to be consumed by a mere devil—she couldn’t accept it.
She would resist until the end.
You need a pure body? Then I’ll defile it.
You need a body that can adapt to demonic energy? Then I’ll find an opposing power.
Thinking that, she played the role of an obedient doll until she finally found an opportunity.
She had enrolled in the Academy.
Her grandfather initially opposed it, but he soon relented when she suggested it was an opportunity to spread the “Seed of God” within the Academy.
After receiving the things kept in a jar—which he cherished, calling them seeds from a divine messenger—she was able to enter the Academy.
He could go to hell for all she cared.
Although her actions were restricted due to a contract with a devil, after much effort, she finally found a candidate near the end of the first semester.
Lilac. He was the talk of the town. They said the power of the Holy Sword he used could purify and repel all other energies.
To seize the opportunity, she meticulously crafted a persona and closed the distance, even if it seemed a bit abrupt.
With that power, she could resist the demonic energy.
If she could give herself to him and become his, if she could just get his help, she wouldn’t have to be a living sacrifice, and she could deal with her family’s filth and her grandfather.
The only problem was the Seed of God planted within her.
…It was a deal with a devil.
There was no way to undo this restriction, a kind of taboo her grandfather had implanted because he trusted her.
She had to pray that the power of the Holy Sword could handle even this seed.
But then.
Contrary to her plans, the seed went berserk.
Had her grandfather noticed her betrayal?
Or was there another cause?
She didn’t even know if something had happened to the devil she had contracted with.
This couldn’t be happening.
She was so close. If she just worked a little harder, she could have escaped.
It was unfair.
Why only her? What did she do wrong? Was it a sin just to be born this way?
Under the influence of the contract, her reason began to slip away. Negative thoughts kept surfacing, and her breathing grew ragged.
Right, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Even if it’s some shitty Seed of God, if I fall and become a devil like this, I won’t be able to be a vessel for a god.
Her grandfather’s expression would be quite a sight.
That crazy old man. Let him drown in his delusions for the rest of his life until he rots.
But then.
Of all times, right then.
At that moment, he appeared before her eyes.
He had a handsome face, though he was a bit short.
“What the…”
He muttered as if annoyed, and the moment he reached out, the pain that had been racking her entire body, telling her not to resist, vanished in an instant.
How?
With indifferent eyes, as if this were nothing.
He didn’t repel the demonic energy; he skillfully controlled and suppressed the demonic energy itself.
After a short while, the demonic energy he suppressed even disappeared, and the contract with the devil was severed.
Was this guy also a devil in disguise?
Is that why he can handle demonic energy? How could he handle the demonic energy inside someone else’s body? For what purpose?
Now that he suppressed the demonic energy, what kind of favor would he ask?
“There, done.”
But he just turned around.
Without asking for any favors, without proposing a deal.
Why? How?
She had to catch him.
She was certain she would regret it if she let him go. If Lilac was a possibility, the man before her was already the answer itself.
“Wait a moment!”
The moment she instinctively shouted.
For some reason, he tried to run away with a face like he’d seen something unpleasant.
No, seriously, why?
Is it because I tried to set a date with Lilac and they fought…?