Chapter 227: Kang Ha-ni’s Dreadful Scheme.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 227: Kang Ha-ni’s Dreadful Scheme.
What on earth is going on?
Let’s retrace my memories for a moment.
The Academy’s water pipes broke due to age, and the Academy closed the dormitory, saying they would rush the repairs.
While most students were resting, various incidents occurred, and today we finally returned because they said the pipes were all fixed.
But why has the building turned into an entirely different structure?
Our Leilan Academy dormitory, which was a plain dormitory—albeit with decent facilities—had suddenly transformed into something resembling a luxury mixed-use apartment complex.
Dealing with Lilac, who had half-lost his mind, was headache enough. What kind of incident had happened now?
Originally, it was just supposed to be a pipe repair, wasn’t it?
“…There’s a separate convenience store, a swimming pool, a golf course, and even a state-of-the-art VR room for training, plus a separate fitness gym? Oh, hey, there’s a spa and a movie theater too.”
“Wait, except for the spa and the theater, aren’t all those facilities already inside the Academy? Why did they build them again?”
Ha-ni, who had stepped away for a moment, returned with a somewhat refreshed expression and was looking through an information brochure that defied common sense.
“Who knows? It’s nice, but it’s definitely a bit ridiculous. Why build a student dormitory like a luxury apartment?”
“The timeline doesn’t make sense in the first place. How long were we even gone?”
“Well, they probably hired people with construction-related Talents, right?”
Ah, when she puts it that way, I don’t really have a comeback.
Come to think of it, I felt something similar back before the Regression when those Twelve Zodiacs bastards were doing their resort business.
“Still, hiring people with those kinds of Talents must be incredibly expensive. Unless some rich person with too much money to spend invested in this, where would the Chairperson get the funds…?”
The moment I saw the note at the end of the brochure, I understood everything.
The construction company was Yuseong Construction, and the donor who wished to remain anonymous was a certain ‘Mr. Cheon.’
And according to an interview conducted despite the wish for anonymity, it was written: ‘I could not tolerate the students of the Academy, who are our future, living in facilities with aged water pipes. I donated with the hope that they could live in a slightly better environment.’
Wow, they’re so anonymous I have no idea who they could be.
So, you just wanted to pump up the stock prices of Yuseong and Cheonhwa Group, didn’t you?
…Good grief, the duo of rich men with too much money to spend turned out to be my father and my friend’s father.
Oh, and among the donors who didn’t want anonymity was AG Group, but perhaps due to the difference in the donation amount, their name was just listed at the bottom, treated like a complete afterthought.
My head hurts.
I mean, I could just think of it as a good thing, but it’s more like my head is spinning because things that weren’t in the plan keep happening.
“…Ah.”
I know there’s no end to it once I start thinking like this, but I’m worried that there might be some conspiracy hidden here, like a bomb planted in the new dormitory.
Should I just pick a day and investigate the building?
If I ask the girls for the female dormitory, I could probably manage…
“So-hyun, what are you thinking about so deeply? You didn’t even hear me calling you.”
“Huh? Oh, sorry. What is it?”
I must have been distracted. I didn’t even hear Ha-ni calling.
“You were brooding over something by yourself again, weren’t you?”
Fortunately, she didn’t seem angry, but her slightly pouting face was cute.
…No, instead of thinking she’s cute, shouldn’t I be feeling sorry?
I thought I’d return to normal after a while, but ever since yesterday, I’ve been in trouble because I keep thinking Ha-ni and the Professor are cute at every turn.
“What’s wrong? Tell your Hyung.”
“…Hyung?”
“Ah, um. Honestly, it’s still a bit awkward. Anyway, whatever it is, two heads are better than one~ Just tell me.”
“Hyung?”
“You’re going to get hung up on that? So-hyun, you shouldn’t be like that.”
“Hyung?”
“…Fine. What do you want? Do you want to hear me say, ‘Tell your Noona’ or something?”
“Well, you see, Noona. It’s actually not a big deal.”
“…So-hyun, are you a psycho?”
No, I didn’t intend to go this far, but as I did it, she was so cute I couldn’t help myself.
Honestly, this isn’t my fault. How can I resist calling her ‘Hyung’ when the girl who was cross-dressing finally revealed her gender?
“No, it’s really nothing, but the building being brand new is a bit scary. What if a terrorist was hiding among the workers and planted a bomb somewhere? You know, that kind of thing.”
I had no intention of teasing her further, nor did I want to hide anything from Ha-ni, so I confessed honestly.
To be honest, I thought she would laugh it off as a childish delusion.
“Ah…”
But Ha-ni, why is your expression becoming so serious…?
“It’s okay, So-hyun. This is the Academy. Of course, there was that incident during our entrance ceremony, but until this year, the terror defense rate was 100%. Do you think they wouldn’t have prepared for that?”
How should I put it? You have the expression of someone looking at a very pitiful person. What are you thinking right now?
No, Ha-ni.
I just meant I’m anxious that an incident I don’t know about might break out.
I’m telling you, it’s not like some childhood trauma is acting up.
“So-hyun. That child is supposed to come today, right?”
“Huh? Right.”
Currently, the Deity is being temporarily protected by the Doctor under the guise of an examination.
She said she would help forge the test results so the Association couldn’t take the child away.
The plan was for the child to return after the examination was over today, but why bring that up?
“Then we should wash up before that, shouldn’t we?”
…Well, the Deity isn’t exactly a normal child, but it’s good to stay clean before meeting a little one, right?
But what is she trying to say with this kind of buildup?
Actually, to be honest, I think I know.
For a long time, Ha-ni has had a tendency to try and do something for me whenever I seem depressed.
That has gradually evolved and has now reached the realm of physical contact.
“…Should I wash you?”
Wait, but isn’t the physical contact a bit more excessive than I thought?
…I mean, I’m down, but can you handle it?
When I looked at Ha-ni with silent pressure, she seemed to understand my meaning perfectly and began to wave her hands dismissively.
“No! I mean just washing you normally! Not something lewd like last time!”
I don’t know, Ha-ni. It might be different by your standards, but by mine, a young man and woman entering a bathroom together is already a sufficiently lewd act.
And even if there was no such intention at first, we might end up doing something in the heat of the moment.
Actually, to be honest, I think I might lose control and do something.
Of course, our dormitory has good soundproofing, but there’s always that one-in-a-million chance, right?
We have to maintain some boundaries. Of course.
“I’m not being reckless like last time, okay? We can just wear these inside.”
Ha-ni said that as she pulled out the swimsuit that hadn’t seen much action at the beach.
…Ah, um. Well.
Ha-ni. Just because the area of skin covered by fabric increases doesn’t mean everything becomes wholesome.
Do you really think that swimsuit is a sufficient shield to protect you…?
If so, I feel like I’ll want to personally prove that it isn’t.
Just as my reason was being unilaterally pummeled by my instincts in my head, and a wicked thought of just going in and doing it without a word began to rise…
I caught sight of Ha-ni’s expression.
Before those eyes, which truly only held the pure intention of wanting to do something to comfort me, my crumbling reason showed a miraculous revival.
“I’m really okay. I just had some weird thoughts for a moment. It’s not like I’m remembering things from the past.”
“…Really? You’re not lying?”
“Yeah, really.”
Right, good job holding back.
This is the right way. If you think about it, we’re going to live together in the dormitory from now on. If I do something here, it’ll be awkward for a while.
Of course, a single shower together might not cause an immediate accident, but if we keep doing it, we’ll eventually let our guard down.
“Then shall we wash together?”
But why is our cross-dresser doing this again?
“…I said I’m fine.”
“Hmm? Yeah, I know you’re fine. I said let’s just wash together, not that I’d wash you.”
“…What kind of nonsense is that?”
“Why? It’s not like we haven’t seen everything. Honestly, it’s a bit scary, but I can’t be scared forever. I should get used to it when we have time. It saves water, too.”
Right, it’s so rational that even Baek Seol would be impressed. Washing together saves time, saves water, and as a bonus, she gets used to men.
“…I don’t even know anymore.”
If she says she’s fine with it, what can I do?
* * *
In fact, Kang Ha-ni hadn’t acted purely on impulse.
Of course, the trigger for asking to go into the bathroom together was somewhat impulsive, but showering together every day in the long term was something on her wish list.
I mean, think about it.
This is practically living together, isn’t it?
One might ask how it’s different from before, but previously, they had tried to maintain a distance as men for the sake of appearances. Now, however, he clearly knew she was a girl.
They had even clearly confirmed that they had feelings for each other.
Doesn’t this mean there’s no need to live like they did before!?
She felt a little sorry for Professor Cathy, but they hadn’t agreed not to overtake each other.
She wasn’t so foolish as to miss a chance to become more intimate.
The conversation with Ga-eul, the only thing that had been weighing on her mind, had also been resolved.
There was nothing left to hold her back.
“Should I wash your hair?”
Now, all that was left was to take advantage of living together and become his number one!
In the enclosed space of the bathroom, his faint scent put her mind at ease.
The fact that there was no resistance when she squeezed shampoo and applied it to his wet hair made her feel like he was accepting her, which made her feel secretly good.
“Ahem, is there any part that’s itchy, customer~?”
Ah, come to think of it, this reminds me of when I cut his hair before. We played around similarly back then.
When she rinsed off the foam with warm water, he smiled brightly.
She smiled back mindlessly.
“Now it’s my turn, right?”
“…Huh?”
That was, until he said those words.
* * *
This won’t do. Ha-ni, you need to be punished.
I tried to hold back.
Even when she pestered me to go into the bathroom together.
Even when she buried her head in my chest while washing to sniff my scent.
Even when the sound of her adjusting her swimsuit echoed in the bathroom, whether she was aware of it or not.
I tried to hold back because she was playfully asking if I had any itchy spots while smiling brightly.
But while rinsing the shampoo, the lethal weapons behind the swimsuit that she pressed against me were powerful enough to once again put my reason into a near-death state.
Of course, I didn’t snap at the last second.
But if she keeps doing this, I feel like I will.
So, before that happens.
It’s punishment time.
“Is there any part that’s itchy, customer~?”
“Hya, bi, yat…! Hyat…!”
From what I’ve seen, all the skinship that Seo-ha told me never to do to others and only to her turned out to be good when I tried them.
So, I was curious about the things Seo-ha had begged me not to do even to her.
After applying shampoo evenly to her fluttering hair and washing it, I began to put a little pressure into my fingers.
Ha-ni, who felt questioning at first, seemed to think it was a joke and accepted it. The result was as follows.
“What is thiiiiis…!”
When I gave her a scalp massage, even Seo-ha, who was unresponsive to a metal shower, was incredibly shocked and told me to stop.
“Customer, it’s just a normal scalp massage. Don’t make strange noises~”
“Don’t liiiiie!!!!”
…But it’s true? I just feel like, ‘Oh, she’d like it if I touched here,’ while massaging. What can I do?
“Wait! Just a second! Seriously…!!!!”
“Nope, not stopping. Reflect on yourself, you little rascal. It feels good, right? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Uwaaaaaang…!!!!”
If you’ve reflected on this, don’t threaten people so defenselessly with those soft lethal weapons in the future.
Got it?
“Save me…!!!!!”
“Hey, other people will hear you. You have to be quiet, right?”
Hmm, should I try an oil massage after the scalp massage? I think she’d like it.