Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Contract (2)
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The day after the PR department activities ended.
Elise, who had been out, got into a luxury sedan to return to the academy.
"Haa, I'm so tired for real."
"You worked hard, Miss."
"Yeah."
She casually set down her clutch bag and poured herself a glass of wine enchanted with preservation magic, savoring its aroma.
This sweet noble wine, Chateau d'Yquem, was one of Elise's favorites.
"Victoria Academy is certainly efficient. The article's already up."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're the PR model for Victoria Academy, aren't you?"
"We shot yesterday, and it's already posted?"
"Yes. It went up."
Elise accessed EveryDay on her smartwatch.
A massive post titled [Victoria Academy PR Department Models Photos.jpg] was topping the recommendations.
"It's real..."
"Would I lie to you, Miss? Heh heh."
It made sense for articles to pop up since they'd spread ads not just on the Victoria Academy official homepage but everywhere else too.
But even for quick work, was this possible? They'd finished shooting yesterday, and ads were out today?
Harboring doubts, she clicked on [Victoria Academy PR Department Models Photos.jpg].
📰 Breaking News [Victoria Academy PR Department Models Ad Photos Revealed.jpg] [Photo] If anyone asks about Victoria Academy's future, tell them it's the PR Department.
Recommendations: 1300 Disrecommendations: 34
"What the hell."
There was just one photo. Only the one from the student council shoot.
'If they were just gonna use the first one, why'd they make us shoot for so damn long...!'
Elise trembled with anger but held it back and skimmed the comments.
💬 Comments — Anonymous Are these new freshmen faces for real? — Anonymous The ones I feel sorriest for are the male freshmen who have to compete with those faces lol — Anonymous For real lol, who'd wanna date squids while living at the academy with guys like that? — Anonymous You bastards. I'm a freshman, cut it out. — Anonymous I'm a freshman too lolololol — Anonymous Wow, unnie Elise is so pretty. Anyone prettier than me is unnie. — Anonymous Noona, take me. Please take me away. — Anonymous There's a trash illegal dumper here. Even seeing the flood of comments praising her looks stirred no emotion.
She'd heard it her whole life.
[Photo] — Anonymous [New photos released! Announcement says each one's legendary, so they're uploading gradually?] — Anonymous Wow, even reading books, the handsome ones look handsome. "Phew."
At least the hard work shooting paid off.
⭐ Top Comment — Anonymous Elise is pretty as hell, but Lee Ho-yeon is ridiculously handsome. If Elise is top-tier celebrity level, Lee Ho-yeon's face is one I don't even wanna rate. Feels disrespectful for me to say. "Jeez. Didn't that bastard plant this himself?"
He was handsome, sure, but not that level.
Seeing comments that went beyond praise into outright worship for Lee Ho-yeon irked Elise for no reason.
- "If you didn't know the way, you should've just said so."
- "…Could happen. No one's perfect all the time."
- "True, seeing your human side kinda feels good. I couldn't imagine heading for the central fountain would lead to the academy's outer walls either."
- "…."
- "Kuk."
The conversation with Lee Ho-yeon flashed through her mind.
It had been ages since she'd felt this weird irritation.
Getting her toy snatched by her sister as a kid, or her best kindergarten friend stolen by her sister—those annoyed her too, but not like this.
Elise had never experienced 'teasing'.
The 'teasing' she'd endured since childhood was more like:
"That fucking bitch. She doesn't even ignore people, she just looks down on them for having talent."
"Bet she's spreading her legs for everyone behind the scenes like a slut."
"Her dad's a thief to begin with—what makes you think the daughter's any different?"
She'd never known playfulness.
Just envy and jealousy turned into 'condemnation' from early on.
That's why Lee Ho-yeon's 'teasing' felt strangely irritating.
She'd learned as a child how to brush off 'baseless condemnation'.
Talentless people badmouthing her didn't make her angry.
If anything, she pitied them.
But Lee Ho-yeon had no shortcomings compared to her.
So she couldn't pity him. All that was left was this odd irritation.
Her final verdict on Lee Ho-yeon: a weirdo.
He made her feel insulted in a strange way, but he wasn't wrong.
Every conversation pissed her off more, yet she didn't want to cut them short.
Of course, she wouldn't deny his handsome face played a big role.
But these were feelings she'd never had before.
Those strange emotions had made Elise genuine.
- "You know, even overlooking your rudeness because you're handsome has its limits."
"Crazy bitch... what the hell made you say that."
The heartfelt words she'd blurted out without thinking.
Even now, just recalling it heated her face.
Back then, she'd felt her face flush the moment she said it and fled the scene.
"Haa... so annoying."
Elise still couldn't understand why she'd said something so embarrassing.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ [Hell's Scumbag Summoning Contract] Are you the one who called forth Hell's scumbags? Choose one of the four scumbags. 1. Cannibal Butcher Devil Lucifer 2. Hell Academy Ada Bomber Golden Sun Incubus 3. 20-Year F-Rank Mercenary, Hundred Losses Veteran's Might Centaur 4. 50-Year-Old Spinster Web-Slinging Master Succubus "...What the fuck is this."
Hell's Scumbag Summoning Contract sounded like it'd summon some shitty thing, and sure enough.
These were beyond imagination shitty picks.
Number 1 was an instant pass. Cannibal Butcher Devil Lucifer? What the hell.
Summon that, and I'd end up as the meat on his block.
The next scumbag wasn't even worth mentioning.
Male to boot, and Hell Academy Ada Bomber Golden Sun Incubus?
I pondered if he could help with routes, but he'd probably NTR me from behind while pretending. Fuck off.
Number 3: 20-Year F-Rank Mercenary, Hundred Losses Veteran's Might Centaur.
"No, why describe a retard so elaborately."
Pass on that too.
Only number 4 left... She's the best of the bunch, I guess...
Succubus.
A word that stirs men's hearts.
But a 50-year-old spinster web-slinging master succubus?
What if it's not a hot succubus but some washed-up middle-aged auntie?
"Still, it's the only choice."
Just pick quick since I have to.
I pointed my index finger at the floating system window's number 4: [50-Year-Old Spinster Web-Slinging Master Succubus].
Peng!
The system window vanished, and in its place, mist swirled as massive magic circles began drawing themselves.
"Ooh..."
Too advanced for me to fully grasp, but thanks to Mana Sensitivity, I got the gist.
'This part to there is the summon, left is coordinates. Rest I dunno.'
My level was too low for full understanding.
"Urghhh..."
The mist cleared, accompanied by a woman's groan.
The voice alone suggested a pretty woman, but too early to relax.
Mist fully dissipated, revealing a woman in tracksuit-like clothes, slumped on the floor.
"Uh, hey. You okay...?"
Her black hair was frizzy, but her skin was flawless, waist slim, hips childbearing-wide.
Breasts around F-cup.
She looked pleasant enough; didn't feel like a 50-year-old auntie.
Like how 250-year-old elves equal 25 in human years or something?
"Hey? You alright?"
She looked 20s, but labeled 50, so polite speech.
"Agh, fuck. Raid was going fine, where the hell is this? So annoying."
Hmm, this is fucked.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Ah, fuck. These bastards are fucking hopeless."
Tak-tak-tak! I hammered the keyboard furiously.
- What the hell, you retards. Can't get in?
- You got us stuck, what're you on about;;
- I pulled aggro, you can't see the fight angle? Fucking idiots?
- Gonna block you.
- You fuck...
💥 DEFEAT! 💥 "Fucking insane."
These idiots are Hell's future? Hell's doomed.
No mood for games like this. Hungry too.
Gulp gulp.
"Phew."
Drank the soda by the monitor and left the room.
Mom was in the living room.
She looked beat from whatever outing.
Her face was wrinkly; time for her to pass on the wealth and join the first Demon King.
"Mom~ Nothing to do? Gimme some food. Starving."
"Liliana! You ditched another arranged marriage?!"
"Agh, quick, been gaming too long, head's spinning."
"I come back from overtime, just clocking out, and you're holed up in your room all day doing what?!"
"Didn't you say meat today? Why empty-handed?"
Bang!
"Meat's not the issue! How important was this chance!"
Agh, startled. Why smash the desk?
Lecture time again.
I ignored her from behind and went back to my room.
Stomach growling, but better game than listen to nagging.
Life's tough. So hard.
Door closed, noise dulled.
Logged back in.
Team's too frustrating for team play; gotta raid solo.
Bang!
But Mom barged in, ruining my break.
"You! Can't take this anymore!"
She's extra aggressive today. Following to my room, why?
"Listen to Mom! Why'd you do it?! This was your last chance! You're 50 now. Show me one succubus in Hell unmarried at 50?!"
"Agh, leave me alone! Broke orc, why marry that? Crazy?"
"You mad bitch. Then marry earlier—15 years gaming since adulthood, now this?!"
"Mom, we live to 1000. 50's 950 left. Gotta game, out."
"I'm a succubus too! Succubus! I believed in you this time!"
"Yes, one sec. Grabbing potions~."
Conveyed intent to game, eyes back to monitor.
Merchants hoarding potions, prices insane. Sue them all.
"Aigoo, driving me nuts. Liliana, your age, what's lacking?!"
"Yeah yeah, coming."
Party waiting on me. Gotta join...
Pick-
[Internet connection unstable. Please check connection...] Right before raid, internet dies?
"Huh? What."
"Act like this, get out."
Mom held the internet cable. Raid incoming, why now.
"Mom, wait. One hour game, then talk. People waiting."
"How long? Mom's exhausted too."
"Okay! Mom, I'll listen from now. Drop that first."
"Liliana, please... stop. Mom's so tired...."
"Think I game for fun? People in the game!"
"Sob sob..."
Fuck.
Mom clutched the cable, bawling.
Ha, if she drools on it, what then.
Peng!
What fuck. Weird text appears.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Congratulations. You have been selected as one of Hell's Four Great Scumbags. Four Great Scumbags? What's that?
Bad vibe, sure.
Peng!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Congratulations! The owner of Hell's Scumbag Summoning Contract desires a contract with you. Providing automatic employment service. Huh? Automatic employment service what...
Peng!
"Liliana! Where'd you run off to now!"