Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Rumors (4)
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After Yang Woo-bin spat out his sexual harassment and trudged out of the infirmary, and Baek Woo-hee returned to her office, the patients hiding behind the curtains all let out sighs of relief in unison, as if on cue.
"That... that crazy bastard..."
"Where the hell did a scumbag like that even come from?"
"Ugh, he's gonna haunt my dreams."
"At least we know that guy's insanely dangerous..."
It was because they were all people whose faces had been smashed in by Yang Woo-bin, their minds scarred with the terror of his violence.
They had undergone training in their home countries to endure pain as weapons of war, but Yang Woo-bin's violence was strangely hard to resist.
Both physically...
...and mentally.
"Anyway, that psycho scumbag Yang Woo-bin definitely knows who we are. How else could he pick us out and beat us one by one?"
"How... how the hell did he figure it out?"
Moreover, as terrorists who had infiltrated under orders to tarnish Dabcheon's reputation, they had a rough idea of their fellow cadets in the same predicament, dispatched from other countries with the same goal.
So, the moment they arrived at the infirmary on stretchers, they realized that everyone Yang Woo-bin had beaten up was in the same boat as them. That led to the conclusion that Yang Woo-bin knew their true identities.
A man, who should have been far weaker than women by common sense, had used his explosively overwhelming violence—both physical and mental—to round up and crush all of them in just one week, despite their covert orders.
Faced with this plain, unexaggerated fact, the twenty-year-old terrorists were overcome with fear.
"I-I'm done with that guy. I don't want anything to do with him. I'm gonna get demoted back to the regular class and live my academy life happily here at Dabcheon without him!"
"Me too. Getting punished for failing the mission scares me less than getting tangled up with that guy."
In the end, the terror Yang Woo-bin had imprinted on them made them abandon the mission their country had given them.
"...By the way, did everyone hear that earlier?"
"You mean the stuff about that guy?"
Once they'd resolved to ditch the mission, their minds eased, and like the twenty-year-old youths they were, they pulled back the curtains and started chatting with each other.
"Yeah. A tattoo on his lower abdomen... That's totally that, right?"
"Exactly. It's totally... that."
The topic of conversation was, naturally, Yang Woo-bin, who had just woken up and left the infirmary.
Especially the tattoo that had been revealed when he took off his clothes to wipe away his sweat.
"Even Baek Woo-hee, the Dabcheon doctor who's seen it all, was shocked and said, 'Wh-what kind of tattoo is that?' If something surprised her... there's only one possibility."
They paused their chatter for a moment, exchanged glances, nodded, and voiced the truth they'd pieced together.
"Right. Tattoos, smoking, piercings—and a tattoo on the lower abdomen, no less. That's straight-up proof he's a total sleazy fuckboy!"
"Exactly! That bastard's a real sleazy fuckboy! He even admitted it himself—says he needs at least three women per night just to feel satisfied!"
The fact that Yang Woo-bin was an utterly depraved sleazy fuckboy who even had a tattoo on his lower abdomen.
It's said that three people gathered together can conjure up even a tiger that isn't there.
The stories from these women, whose faces had been smashed and minds scarred with fear by Yang Woo-bin, merged with his own life story that he'd confessed a week ago, turning into an incredibly tantalizing rumor that began spreading across all of Dabcheon.
"...Our newbie's a sleazy fuckboy who even has a tattoo on his lower abdomen?"
The rumor spread like wildfire, eventually reaching the ears of Ryu Jia, who was sprawled out sleeping in the Volcanic Dragon clubroom.
"Heh..."
Ryu Jia's red eyes sparkled with unmistakable intrigue.
The Jincheon Class, now purged successfully, had its roster reduced from 101 to 67 members.
It should have been 70 left, but since I'd knocked out four more, it ended up at 67.
I hadn't managed to steal Yasuri Yaiba's Jincheon Card because Baek Woo-jin interfered, but whatever. In that state, she couldn't do much anyway. Lately, it even seemed like she was relying on Baek Woo-jin and sticking to him.
Contrary to my plan to stop Baek Woo-jin from taking the Yasuri Yaiba route, the two were practically glued together like gum these days.
Baek Woo-jin was hanging around out of worry for Yasuri Yaiba, and Yasuri Yaiba was sticking close because she needed Baek Woo-jin's help.
At first, seeing that made me so anxious I even tailed them secretly, but it looked like the thing I was worried about wouldn't happen.
Yasuri Yaiba had completely lost her edge, after all.
My warning to stay quiet at the academy seemed to have worked perfectly.
Baek Woo-jin was the problem, glaring at me with eyes burning with rage and a sense of justice, but Yasuri Yaiba seemed fine.
"So, no need to worry about Yasuri Yaiba anymore... That means it's time to get serious."
"Woo-bin...! Sorry, did I keep you waiting long?"
As soon as attribute magic class ended, I spotted Fuyuno Tsubaki rushing out and curled my lips into a grin.
"Let's start the special training."
"Huh? Special training?"
"You'll see when we get there."
It was time to get properly stronger.
The personal training rooms, available only to cadets with indigo Jincheon Cards.
True to their name, these rooms were meant for solo training, one person at a time. Yet inside one, the heated breaths of two people mingled and flowed out.
"Haa, haa, Tsubaki...!"
"Hngh, hnghh, n-nngh, Woo-bin...!"
A muscular, tanned blond man—his Dabcheon uniform and shirt discarded on the floor, not a thread left on his upper body—was sweating profusely as he urgently called out the woman's name.
The gray-haired woman, her face flushed bright red, rushed to him as if she'd been waiting for his call.
"Hurry, come here. I can't hold back anymore."
"Hic, n-ngh, y-yes, I'll h-hug you. I'll hug you, Woo-biiin...!"
The moment he saw the woman dash toward him desperately, the man barked out a command dripping with raw instinct: "I can't hold back—hug me now."
At his rough order, her face burned even redder. Stammering and hiccuping in flustered panic, she still nodded obediently.
Then, slowly opening her two arms trembling with tension, she buried her face in his firm chest and pulled his upper body into a tight embrace.
And that was it.
Ssssss-
"...Phew. It actually works."
The sweltering air in the personal training room cooled in an instant, and the steam-hazed visibility cleared up.
His body, filled with heat from using Solar Body for just one second, had returned to normal temperature.
This drastic temperature shift was all thanks to one person.
"Snnniff, phooo... Snnniff, phooo..."
Fuyuno Tsubaki, who was diligently cooperating with my training by hugging me tight—her nose buried right into my chest.
"Tsubaki, that's enough."
"Snnniff, hngh. Snnniiiiff..."
"Hey, Tsubaki. I said it's done. Experiment's over."
"Snnniiiiff..."
"Jeez."
No idea how into the training she got, but even after I spoke, Fuyuno Tsubaki kept clinging to me, nose pressed to my chest, deeply inhaling.
No one in their right mind would enjoy sniffing a sweaty guy's chest, so why wouldn't she stop when I told her to? ...Wait, did she overdo it trying to cool my heat?
"Hey, hey, Tsubaki!"
A dizzying thought flashed through my mind, and I quickly grabbed Fuyuno Tsubaki's shoulders, prying her face away from my chest.
"Hweee..."
"Oh no..."
Her whole face was beet red, her expression dazed like she'd taken some drug. She didn't look okay at all.
"Tsubaki, snap out of it! Tsubaki!"
"Hngh..."
"Wha—what?! Nosebleed?! Damn it...!"
Seeing Tsubaki with blood trickling from her nose made regret flood in—I'd been so careless.
I'd figured her Extreme Yin Body could easily handle the residual heat from my Solar Body. Damn, miscalculation. What variable did I miss? Why would Fuyuno Tsubaki end up like this? I should have run the numbers more precisely.
Fuyuno Tsubaki turning out like this was completely off-script, but even so, this was undoubtedly my fault.
"Tsubaki, hang on—I'll carry you to the infirmary. Just hold out till then!"
I shoved the regrets aside for later and decided to take responsibility for my mistake first.
As I moved to scoop up the girl still dazed and dripping nosebleed, the training room door burst open with a bang, revealing a familiar face.
"Ahem, I came to check if you were up to any indecent conduct, just in case... Wha—what the hell?! Shirt off again! What if you're actually doing something lewd!"
It was the kid.
"Hweee... Ha?! M-Morals Chief? Why are you...!"
And as the kid barged in, the previously unresponsive Fuyuno Tsubaki finally snapped to.
What the hell is this?