Chapter 55
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Academy (6)
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Eventually, the class ended in an uproar.
Unlike the others, Siwoo had no remaining classes for the day. With zero intention of diligently playing the part of an academy student, he'd only signed up for the mandatory ones.
A grin spread across Siwoo's face as he headed back to the dormitory. Sure, screwing over Kang Su-ho had been satisfying, but now he had an opening to seduce Amelia.
He recalled the idea of slipping Mixed Origin Qi into Amelia's palm.
'Next time, practice feeding her pleasure without making it obvious...'
He wasn't sure if it was even possible with this body that had virtually no talent for mana, but he intended to give it a shot.
'Start with "Touching hands feels good," then ramp up the skinship intensity.'
'Once I plant Mixed Origin Qi in her, she won't stand a chance.'
No matter how ironclad a woman was, real pleasure turned her into an open door.
Siwoo was in high spirits on his way to the dormitory when someone approached.
'What the hell? It's that two-faced bitch.'
It was Kang Hyun-ah, the one who'd shot him a look of contempt back in the cafeteria. Dual personality or not, her face was at least worth a second glance.
The uniform—a blend of suit and school blazer—suited her perfectly. The glimpse of pale thigh between her knee-high stockings and skirt drew special attention.
'Breasts are a little lacking, though.'
They weren't small by any means, but E-cups fell just short of satisfying his standards. Breasts had to outshine the face, as the saying went.
She came to a stop right in front of him and flashed an awkward smile. Her eyes weren't smiling at all.
"You're the one who messed up our Su-ho's face?"
"Huh?"
Su-ho—the guy he'd thoroughly trounced. Excellent feedback.
"What's this about?"
"Sigh... I'm Su-ho's noona."
"Ah..."
Siwoo nodded. Kang Su-ho's ridiculously handsome looks must run in the family.
His sister had that actress vibe too, her alluring red lips a striking contrast to her flawless skin.
And she even trailed a pack of followers behind her—just like Su-ho.
"Ah...? That's all you've got to say?"
"Yeah?"
She looked like a senior, so he kept it polite. But that clearly wasn't enough for her; her gaze sharpened.
"You hurt our handsome Su-ho's face?"
"And?"
"Sigh... You should be begging for forgiveness, but you're this brazen?"
"Why apologize when I didn't do anything wrong?"
Kang Hyun-ah's measured tone grew rougher by the word.
"What?! Su-ho was just standing there, and you shoved him over!"
"Sigh... That bastard said that?"
"That bas...tard? You're done. Follow me."
She shot Siwoo a cold glare and started walking off somewhere.
'That direction... the training hall?'
Not the open sparring room, but a private one. She must plan to beat him senseless in a sealed space...
Siwoo smacked his lips.
'That rude bitch is Su-ho's noona? Hmm...'
Genes were one hell of a thing. No manners, but a pretty face.
'Now I wanna see Su-ho's mom.'
The woman he'd once vowed to put in her place turned out to be Su-ho's sister... which meant there was zero reason not to fuck her.
She stepped into the training room and addressed her trailing followers.
"Everyone wait outside. You don't wanna see this guy get disciplined, right?"
"As expected! Hyun-ah noona's so kind-hearted!"
"Hehe...! Then wait here. I'll sort him out quick and be right back!"
What a spectacle.
Siwoo followed her inside. The moment he entered, Kang Hyun-ah locked the door.
Now it was a perfect sealed chamber. She blocked the door and glared at him fiercely, as if to say there was no escape.
"Still no intention of apologizing?"
"And?"
Contempt twisted her expression. Without onlookers, the facade vanished.
"Sigh... Trash like you... dares lay a hand on our Su-ho?"
"Heh heh..."
"Kneel and beg right now, and I'll let it slide. Then go apologize to Su-ho."
"What if I don't?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Can't teach an illiterate mutt new tricks. What the hell did your parents raise?"
"Hmm... Mind if I learn from your mom instead? She as pretty as you?"
"W-What?! You trash!"
Anger flushed her pretty face. She glared at Siwoo like she wanted to kill him and clenched her dainty fist tight.
It looked like an ordinary punch on the surface, but mana swirled within. No mercy intended.
A typical 1-star cadet would've snapped bones in at least a few places from that hit.
Her stance alone showed she wasn't a close-quarters fighter. And yet she planned to slug it out with fists.
'Not even using a mana bullet. Well, nothing beats the personal touch.'
Siwoo crooked a finger. Kang Hyun-ah looked utterly dumbfounded.
"A mere 1-star getting cocky!"
Pabak!
She kicked off the ground and charged.
Shy shy shik.
She whipped out quick jabs. Less physical impact, more mana-laced strikes.
Siwoo simply tilted his head to dodge. She began gathering mana.
"Annoying... Haat!"
Kwajik!
She stomped the floor for explosive acceleration. Mana surged through her body as she barreled in with a shoulder tackle—a strike no ordinary cadet could evade.
But Siwoo wasn't ordinary.
-Kwadang!
"Kyaaak!!"
A single sidestep and foot hook sent her tumbling across the floor. Felt like handling a kid with brute strength but no skill.
Her balance was a mess. Close combat wasn't her specialty to begin with.
"Th-This...!"
Her once-neat hair now a disheveled mess, she glared daggers.
"Noona, what's your rank? 3-star? 4-star? Nothing impressive."
Her pride stung, she started forming a mana bullet. Finally serious about fighting.
Even as she bit her lip and glared, her unique beauty didn't fade.
'Pretty, sure... but so full of openings.'
Siwoo closed in. No reason to stand by while she charged mana—not like he was some third-rate villain.
-Ppeoeok!
A full-power side kick from his reinforced body. Zero mana involved, but the reactive force from the ground transferred perfectly.
"Kyaaak! Heuuk..."
The haughty Kang Hyun-ah crumpled from a single blow to the gut. She clutched her stomach and drooled.
Shivering all over, it seemed like she'd never felt pain like this before. Tiny tears welled in her eyes.
One year his senior—21 years old? Probably never been in a real scrap. She looked pampered through and through.
Lust stirred at the sight of her disheveled clothes, but he held back. If she went around screaming rape, expulsion was guaranteed.
'Then no Amelia... and revenge half-done.'
He'd rot in jail drooling until Su-ho got booted from the academy. No way.
"Count yourself lucky."
Siwoo strode toward the door. Kang Hyun-ah finally snapped to and shouted.
"W-Wait..!!"
"Why?"
She finally grasped the situation. She'd lost to a freshman. To some moron with barely any mana.
If word got out, her idol-like image would shatter like an illusion.
Her voice trembled.
"W-What are you gonna do out there?"
"What? Tell everyone the senior got wrecked."
"Nooo!!!"
A scream like a banshee's escaped her lips. Her face drained pale as she shrieked. Siwoo paused and turned; she pleaded desperately.
"If you say I won..."
"Haha... Why the hell would I?"
"J-Just do that, and I'll do anything! Please!"
"Anything?"
The girl tossed out terrifying words without a care.
Pampered as she was, she didn't seem to grasp the risks of "anything."
"You really mean anything?"
"Y-Yes.."
"Then strip."
"What!?"
He repeated it to her shocked face.
"Don't wanna? Fine. Hate you and that bastard Su-ho's attitudes. Gonna go mess with Su-ho some more."
"Absolutely not!!"
"Which part? You know what to do, right?"
Siwoo grinned. She gnawed her lips bloody.
Trembling fingertips betrayed her hesitation. Siwoo weighed his options too.
From experience bedding countless women, her vibe screamed refusal.
"If you really hate it... suck me off."
"Hiiik..! M-Mouth?!"
She recoiled in horror, as if the act was beyond imagination. She glared at him like he was a bug. Revulsion still thick.
Siwoo sighed like it was his final offer.
"Sigh... Fine, handjob then. You won't refuse even that, right?"
"C-Crazy bastard..!!"
Conflict etched her face despite the words. The absurd demand made a handjob sound downright reasonable.
"Don't want it? I'm out. Time to find Su-ho."
"Fine! I said fine!! You pervert bastard!"
Siwoo grinned.
"Damn right I'm a pervert."
"You shitty bastard!"
"Yeah, I'm a shitty guy. Which is why you shouldn't mess with me."
Siwoo was the type who repaid slights tenfold to feel satisfied.
She glared at him through tear-filled eyes.
Her porcelain skin made Siwoo's mouth water on instinct.
"Do it for a week, and I won't say a word."
"Wh...!"
Observe.
The target's main temperament is 'Brother Complex'.
'Brocon... does this bitch have it bad for Kang Su-ho?'