Chapter 115
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: D-Day (2)
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Lee Soo-yeon grumbled to herself as she headed to Kang Ihyeon's lab.
Who would've thought she'd end up knocking on the Maker Sect's door twice in just a few days?
'Honestly, what does she have to do with that newspaper article and Kang Ihyeon? Isn't she just calling him because she's jealous?'
Of course, her brilliant mentor surely had her own plans, but watching her evaluation of Kang Ihyeon flip 180 degrees in a matter of days made Lee Soo-yeon's chest boil with frustration.
'And now it's getting awkward for me too.'
If it had been a few months ago, before the Straggler Exam, that might've been one thing. But the Kang Ihyeon now was completely different from the one she'd first known.
His body had hardened into a man's, his shoulders broadened, and his personality, status—everything had changed to the point where he might as well be a different person.
Lee Soo-yeon recalled the time not long ago when she'd had no choice but to seek him out because of the words "Kang Ihyeon" that had appeared on her neck.
When she'd knocked on his lab door, it hadn't been him who answered.
A woman with black hair and ample breasts.
And that was just the start.
Inside, there were several beauties who even made her flinch. Sure, it was a lab, so researchers made sense, and those researchers could be stunning beauties, but to her eyes, they weren't doing any research—they were just playing around Kang Ihyeon and mooching off him!
Even if all those women by his side were dolls he'd created, they were clearly living the dream every man desired.
'And me too...'
Naturally, that day, she'd confronted him about it.
"What the hell is this? When did you draw this on my neck? Erase it right now!"
"Why should I? If I was going to, it wouldn't have shown up in the first place."
"What did you say?"
"Look around."
But her bold attitude crumbled the instant she saw the scene inside the lab.
Those sleek women by his side.
On their necks, thighs, collarbones—prominent spots—all bore the same "Kang Ihyeon" mark, branded clearly like a stamp.
"No way... all the women you've been with...?"
"Yeah, pretty much. In a way, I didn't mark you—you marked yourself, right?"
"......"
In the end, she'd received a one-sided notice that it couldn't be removed and had no choice but to accept the choker he handed her before leaving. She wanted to argue more, but being near him made her body heat up unbearably, stirring irritation she couldn't endure.
So she'd barely escaped, only to find herself back here again.
Lee Soo-yeon let out a long sigh, pacing in front of the lab door.
She'd deliberately removed the choker from her neck and was waiting.
It was a promise.
From now on, whenever she came here, no choker.
Don't cover the tattoo with his name.
She didn't know why, but at the time, she'd felt she couldn't refuse his command.
'Please, don't let anyone see...'
The wait felt eternal.
Though it was only a few minutes, it dragged on forever for her.
And then.
The door creaked open.
"What, back again? Here to get pounded?"
"N-no, that's not it!"
She whipped her head away to hide her flushing face and strode inside without permission.
But the moment she entered, a humid, sweet yet musky scent hit her. The mingled body odors of various men and women... and something sticky, a thick, lascivious heat.
Lee Soo-yeon wrinkled her nose but forced a casual air, plopping onto the plush sofa like she owned the place.
Her butt met a damp, sticky sensation, and she jolted up in shock, nearly leaping from the seat.
In the center of where she'd sat, a white, opaque liquid—clearly spilled by someone moments ago—clung viscous and fresh. Her face burned crimson.
"W-what is this...? Someone was just here...? No way...?"
The lab interior was the same as last time.
Beautiful women surrounding him. But today, they looked different somehow. Clothes disheveled, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen. The air hung heavy with the languid, satisfied heat that lingered only after intense passion.
'There are more people now. Yoo Seolhyeon—what's she doing here?'
Was that why she'd asked about Yoo Seolhyeon back then—to fuck her too?
Lee Soo-yeon swallowed the curses rising to her throat and desperately ignored the scene. Steadying her trembling voice, she got to the point.
"Instructor Seraphina said for you to come to her office tomorrow. Right now."
She delivered Seraphina's summons as curtly as possible.
Kang Ihyeon's expression didn't change at the words. He just wore an amused smile.
That made Lee Soo-yeon uneasy instead.
"What’s with that look? Of course you don't want to go, but... you haven't forgotten you're part of Ashen, right?"
"I know."
"Knowing isn't enough...! Listen up. An executive's orders are absolute. If you ignore Instructor Seraphina's summons, this won't end with her alone. The organization might discipline you. Got it?"
But despite her desperate warning, Kang Ihyeon just shrugged indifferently.
"What did I say?"
"Huh?"
"I said I'd meet her. But the place and time? I'll decide those. Tell her we'll meet in a week, at the spot where we met before."
"You... didn't you hear me? Tomorrow, her office. Now."
It was right then, as Lee Soo-yeon was about to yell in frustration, that Kang Ihyeon tossed a thick binder onto the table in front of her with a thud.
"What's this?"
"Read it."
Lee Soo-yeon eyed it suspiciously and picked up the binder. The moment she flipped open the first page, her eyes widened in horror.
It was a report detailing Seraphina's ugly scandals in meticulous detail.
[Target: Ashen Executive, Seraphina]
[Crimes: Forming an illegal organization within the Academy, illegal student recruitment, blackmail and sexual assault using drugs, money laundering through high-end brothels...]
The report laid bare repulsive crimes, complete with dates, locations, and victims' real names.
She'd known roughly about them, but seeing the details in writing made her hands tremble involuntarily.
How long had he been preparing this?
"T-this... this can't be real. Where did you even...?"
"You judge if it's real. And relay the message to Instructor nicely. See you in a week."
Not her office tomorrow, but Nocturne Town Paradise in a week.
Only then did Lee Soo-yeon realize her mentor had already lost control of the situation.
The binder slipped powerlessly from her hands to the floor.
'It's over.'
That single thought flashed through Lee Soo-yeon's mind. With evidence like this, if it reached the organization's upper echelons or the Academy's audit office...
Seraphina was done.
And as her closest disciple, she might not escape unscathed either.
'My name might even be in that file.'
Cold dread crawled up her spine.
"U-um, Ihyeon?"
Her voice came out sweet and sticky as honey.
"What."
"You know I've been on your side from the start, right?"
Her hand softly stroked his firm chest.
"You're acting different all of a sudden."
"Hehe, isn't it weirder if someone sees that and stays unfazed?"
She burrowed even more boldly into his embrace.
"You took my virginity... you can't just abandon me...?"
Lee Soo-yeon decided in her head to erase her mentor from her mind.
That wicked mentor.
Daring to threaten her Ihyeon!
As his Nth fuckhole, she couldn't forgive that.
"Slurp, smack... Feels good? Am I sucking it right?"
"Yeah, take it deeper."
By the time I'd fully forced Aira Petrovna to her knees beneath me, Instructor Seraphina's fate was already mine to decide.
All the incriminating documents on Seraphina that she'd gathered were in my hands, and I could control the pace of the plan at will.
'Plus, with Miyazaki Rena by my side now, they've got almost no variables left to attack me with.'
The only concern was whether letting Seraphina off too easily would turn her from a pawn moving as I wished into a wild puppet acting on her own.
The risk of her going all-out kamikaze once cornered.
Not an easy fix.
Push her too hard, and her Academy position crumbles; let her off lightly, and I'd show all my cards before even blackmailing her properly.
I'd briefly considered replacing her role entirely with Cheon Da-eun unnie, but scrapped it immediately.
'Da-eun unnie's too kind.'
Her upright personality and sense of justice didn't fit this dirty backroom scheming, and she had no clue what I was plotting, so even proper acting would be impossible.
Even if I convinced her somehow, Ashen would just plant a new spy in the Academy right away...
What I wanted wasn't just removing Seraphina—it was hijacking her "Ashen executive" status and entire network wholesale.
So, we came up with a new method.
"Just make a doll and swap it out!"
It came from Miyazaki Rena, who was slurping down watermelon juice beside me.
I naturally shoved it back at first, thinking it was naive idol talk during her lab vacation.
Swap her out? Come on.
"You wouldn't get it, but a clone with the original's consciousness doesn't just obey my orders right away. Not until I fuck her enough times to seize full control, like with you."
But Rena scoffed at my words.
"Does the doll really need to obey you?"
"What?"
"Think about it. Make a fake doll, kidnap and lock up the real one, and stick the fake in her place. Whatever mess the fake causes, the real Seraphina takes the fall, right? Can she even rampage sanely?"
"Does that actually work?"
Hearing it out, it kinda did.
"Then what if the clone tells her organization the original's been kidnapped?"
"Hmm... Yeah? So just make sure she doesn't think the original's been kidnapped?"
No way there's a method like—!
There was.
Paradise.
Mother's Hallucination Room.
It flashed into my mind. Ideas on how to "discipline" Seraphina poured in.
"...You're Employee of the Month."
"Huh?"
While Rena blinked in confusion, I called Doris Finch, our guild's new leader, to the lab.
With Aira not here, only she and I could craft a perfect Seraphina clone in a week.
She could do it faster and more precisely than anyone, based on precise human models.
"Doris."
"Y-yes? M-Master. You called?"
"We need to make an Instructor Seraphina doll. Deadline: one week. Can you?"
"Wha?! M-me? In one week?"
"Yeah. You're already pros at human models. You'll nail it."
At my words, her face darkened sharply.
She looked like a grad student who'd just had her project funding cut.
"E-even so... to make a perfect human body in a week, I'd have to pull all-nighters every day without sleep..."
"So pull all-nighters. What's the problem?"
"......"
She had no retort to my matter-of-fact response. She just nodded faintly, her face nearly in tears.
"S-sob, got it... I'll... I'll do it!"
"Cheer up. I'll help, and Aira should be back in a week."
"Y-yes...!"
One thing left for me to prepare.
A little bluffing.
'Fuck, and I'll let you live.'
Nothing better to lure Seraphina to Paradise than acting like a musclehead.
That's all she'd see me as anyway.