Finals Celebration (8)
I took the lead, heading to the club building with Ellis. She started off a bit shy but quickly regained her composure and continued speaking.
"Anyway, it'll just be you and me going to Iris Guild for field training. It was originally meant for me alone, but I added you to the list."
"Oh… But is it okay to do your internship at your own guild?"
Common sense dictated that if your own daughter showed up for field training, no one would actually put her to work. They'd probably just have her tag along for appearances' sake and give her full marks. Wouldn't that be too unfair?
"You think others don't do the same? Victoria Academy has its own interests to consider."
"Hmm…"
She definitely seemed more experienced in these matters. I had no clue about the inner workings of big corporations.
"And when you come to Iris Guild, my sister… No, I'll explain that later."
"Sure. Or we can talk after the meeting."
We were almost at the club building, so continuing the conversation felt awkward.
"After the meeting, the president—who's so close to you—will probably cling to you."
"…"
Ellis furrowed her brow slightly. She must still be upset about that day when Sulin had shooed her away.
Come to think of it, something I'd been meaning to ask popped into my head.
"Right, why'd you leave right after I did that day? You said you had something to say and to wait, but then you messaged that you had nothing to say and we'd talk later."
I was fine with it since I could roll with the punches, but anyone else would've been totally thrown off.
"…I don't know."
Without answering, Ellis strode ahead and entered the club building.
That's jealousy, isn't it? She wouldn't admit it outright, but it sure seemed like it.
Well, I already knew all about her issues with her sister anyway. She appeared if you pursued Ellis's route in the original story.
The classic sibling dynamic: the older one teasing and bullying the younger by stealing toys and such. What seemed like harmless fun to one was torment to the other.
Of course, there were deeper reasons if you dug into it, but that could wait.
I followed the already-vanished Ellis into the building.
Taking the elevator to the top floor, where the student council was, I could see people gathered in the meeting room.
Ellis was already seated, acting like she had nothing to do with me.
Clearly, I'm the latest one here.
I hurried into the meeting room.
*
After the meeting wrapped up, I stretched and stood from my seat.
The meeting itself hadn't been much. They just rattled off tomorrow's schedule. The student council's role was mostly oversight. We'd steadily hired security, and all the miscellaneous prep was perfect.
I'd wanted to chat more with Ellis about the internship, but she seemed miffed because of what Moon Sulin had said last time. She bolted from the student council room the moment it ended.
Can't blame her for being upset.
I got it, but I worried about the heroines not getting along.
She'll handle it fine, right?
Ellis was a pro. Even if she disliked Sulin, she wouldn't show it. She was mature enough to know her position tied to Iris Guild's.
No need to worry.
"Hoyeon."
"Yeah, noona."
After the meeting, I'd come into the student council president's office with Moon Sulin. Just as Ellis predicted, she led me further inside.
"Good work. Yawn… Ah, sorry."
Sulin yawned from exhaustion but quickly covered her mouth and averted her eyes. She was embarrassed about yawning so openly.
"You look really tired."
"…Yeah. But it's fine now. It's over."
Tomorrow's event ran from morning to afternoon, with all academy students participating: the finals celebration.
The student council had little left to do because of Sulin noona. From major budgeting and security hires to minor details like banner placement, she'd planned it all.
She handled most academy matters herself—it was more reliable that way.
"You should delegate to the other execs sometimes. Anyway, good job."
"No, I see it as my responsibility. And I'm the most efficient at it."
Sulin smiled faintly as she neatly stacked the papers on her desk.
They say you feel drawn to people who diligently handle their duties, and it rang true. The already pretty noona looked even more beautiful.
"Want me to massage your shoulders?"
I stood and moved behind her chair.
"Y-Yeah? No, you don't have to."
She shook her head, flustered, following my movement, but I ignored her and placed my hands on her shoulders.
She'd liked it last time, so she'd like it now.
Squeeze—
"They're so tense. You'll get sick like this."
"Ugh… Thanks."
Once I forced my hands on, she stopped resisting and demurely placed her fidgeting hands on her lap.
Her hair color is stunning.
Platinum blonde, much brighter than Ellis's gold. Her face went without saying. Mature allure from her seniority mixed with cuteness. Healthy skin, a flawless figure that curved in and out perfectly. Especially her sexy hips and bust contrasting her slim waist—pure allure points.
No wonder she had the most stalkers. Once we got deeper, I'd exterminate them all.
This sexy body was mine alone.
"Thanks. You always look after me."
"What are you talking about? You're the one looking after me."
Just being close to me with a body like that was looking after me. She had no idea what mattered.
I kept massaging, pouring in gratitude, and continued chatting.
"Noona, you worked hard again. After the celebration, let's grab a meal."
"…Yeah."
Sulin's neck flushed red at my words. Still shy about this stuff?
Other heroines would've begged for sex. Her pure reaction to light skinship was too cute.
What could she be thinking to blush like that?
I'd only suggested food for her hard work.
Current Status: Th-this voice saying "good job"… Another one's appeared. Hnng…
"…?"
What appeared? Some new charm point she liked?
"Mmm… Right there, feels good."
Sulin's shoulder trembled slightly, interrupting my thoughts.
Shoulder massages could be bad if too hard, but if she liked it, I'd keep going. Muscles recovered easily in this world anyway.
I pressed her trapezius, checking her expression.
"How's this? Here? Better?"
"……Yeah."
Her face reddened more, head drooping.
Such a pure noona.
I massaged happily.
*
By the time I left the student council room, the sun was setting. Few students wandered the paths; those remaining were saying goodbyes ahead of tomorrow's celebration.
Tomorrow already.
Seeing them made it real. Since transmigrating, women abounded, but I lacked close guy friends to share my thoughts with casually. If this were my original world, I'd be partying with buddies.
"Hoo."
I shook my head to clear the pointless thoughts.
"Why so emotional all of a sudden?"
I was happier than ever. Overlapping bodies with women I'd never meet in a lifetime, plus honor and wealth.
It's just blue balls talking.
Lunch with Baek Ayoung hadn't sated me. Emptying the nonsense would clear my head.
I headed to Professor Im Sol's lab. With the celebration tomorrow and weekend ahead, I'd greet her early.
Why so nervous?
Our kiss—no, lip-touch, a peck. First time seeing her since.
"Hoo."
Unusually tense, I deep-breathed and entered.
Passing the lobby to the second floor, her familiar lab appeared.
"Hello."
"Oh, Cadet Hoyeon. Long time no see."
Im Sol's rare assistant.
"Professor inside?"
"Yup, just saw her."
Where else would she go? Magic research in the lab.
Married to her, no cheating worries—she barely met people.
I knocked lightly and entered. She might not respond during deep research; she'd permitted it.
"Professor… Huh?"
Im Sol was there, silver hair and oversized pink tee her trademarks.
But not researching—she sat with head buried in arms.
"What? You okay?"
Rushing over, I heard a groan: "Kngh…"
"P-Professor? Professor?!"
What now? Call her wife?
Before contacting Baek Ayoung, Im Sol grabbed my hand.
Looking, she smiled.
"Surprised ya?"
"…You scared me for real."
Relief washed over me at her beaming face. I'd been truly startled.
If Liliana pulled this daily weirdness, I'd yank her tail and tell her to cut the crap. But someone who never joked? Shocking.
Thinking back, the cafe table stunt too—this meant we'd grown closer. Felt good.
"Hoo, anyway, tomorrow's the celebration and weekend soon, so came to say hi."
I sat on the guest sofa.
"Good boy. As expected of our…"
Pouring coffee, Im Sol paused, then resumed naturally.
"…Hoyeon."
I met her eyes. She'd almost said "disciple." Now "Hoyeon."
"H-Here, coffee. More?"
Noticing the awkward shift, she pushed the cup. I nodded.
"Sure. Sol noona."
"…Hey. Don't call me that. It's Professor."
She protested, exasperated at "Sol noona."
"Is it? Thought it was okay since you did."
I smirked innocently, nodding like clueless.
Irked by my slyness, she squinted.
"This is why you don't spoil black-haired beasts."
Arms crossed, she turned away, miffed.
"Aw, Professor, why? You know I like it."
To soothe her, I flattered and snuggled close. Pampering a sulky beauty was fun anytime.
Luckily, Im Sol softened and said,
"…Pants off."
"No magic exploration today?"
"Research done. Need sugar refill."
"Yep."
Wonder if starting with "Mad?" while dropping trou would've worked—no, real anger then.
Stroking her head slipping between my legs familiarly, I lay back on the sofa.