Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Storm of the Golden Sun (4)
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Meeting Ryu Jia and the little kid wasn't a good thing for me at all.
Both of them were superhumans far stronger than I was right now.
One was Ryu Jia, Dabcheon's strongest cadet, and the other was Jin Se-jeong, the student council president symbolizing the academy's martial might. It was only natural that I, who hadn't even properly built up my body yet, couldn't compete with them.
To gain enough power to go toe-to-toe with these two, I'd probably need to buy time until at least next semester.
In any case, for those reasons, letting them meet—two people I couldn't control—was incredibly dangerous.
There was a risk they'd discover that the so-called sex I'd supposedly had with Ryu Jia wasn't sex at all.
If that happened, all the efforts I'd made so far for revenge would go down the drain. To prevent such a disaster, I stepped in front of the little kid and opened my mouth.
"Hey, little kid, do you really need to come along? You're the busy student council president. You're already swamped, so just let me go alone and tell her we can't do it anymore. It'll be easier for you too, right?"
"...I don't believe you."
"Huh?"
"Even if you say that, I don't believe you anymore! Yang Woo-bin, from now on, I'm going to stick close and monitor you. You won't slip away like a slippery eel."
But my persuasion fell on deaf ears with the little kid. Without even glancing at me, she strode purposefully toward the Storm Dragon club room.
She used to believe and follow everything I said before. Now it's all distrust. Is this karma?
"Sigh."
The reason the little kid was acting like this was because I'd repeatedly betrayed her trust.
I resolved to somehow wriggle out of this to prevent the worst-case scenario and followed behind her.
"...Why'd you bring the student council president?"
"I just became a special management target."
"So the president came to monitor our sex? Wow, unique tastes."
"Oh, is that how it is?"
"What do you mean 'is that how it is,' you idiot! Like we'd do something like that!"
Even amid my light banter with Ryu Jia, the little kid reacted so sensitively her body practically floated up in shock, her face flushing red with anger.
"Kya. That's the little kid for you."
Her perfect reaction made me slowly nod, lay my hand flat, and give a light clap to express my satisfaction.
"Why are you clapping?! Anyway, we're obviously not here for something ridiculous like that! Senior Ryu Jia!"
"Then why are you here?"
"To personally stop that indecent act disrupting Dabcheon's morals."
At the little kid's words, Ryu Jia slowly tilted her head, expressing puzzlement.
"Indecent...? Was it that indecent, enough to disrupt Dabcheon's morals?"
When that question slipped from Ryu Jia's mouth, I felt a dizzying lurch, like my heart had dropped.
What she and I had done was sex in name only—pure, wholesome stuff inside.
A freshman giving the club president a massage, grilling sausages, making ice bars... No matter how cynically you looked at it, you couldn't see it as anything but wholesome.
"Hmm..."
Ryu Jia knew that too, so she tilted her head as if Jin Se-jeong's words didn't make sense.
It was a reaction so precarious it seemed like the contents of our "sex" (or not) would spill out any second. I hurriedly opened my mouth to avert disaster.
"That...!"
"You call that indecent? Of course it's indecent! You had sex... I mean, did that with Yang Woo-bin!"
But the little kid flared up faster than I could speak.
"Yeah? Right. We did. Sex, fellatio, the works."
"F-Fell...!? That's indecent, what else would it be! The most indecent thing ever!"
"Is it? Well, if you say so."
Ryu Jia casually nodded in agreement to the little kid's intense reaction.
Whether what she'd done was indecent or not, she wasn't the type to care or act based on that in the first place.
But the little kid didn't know Ryu Jia was that kind of person. Feeling victorious in the stare-down, she smugly opened her mouth.
"Ahem. Now that even Senior Ryu Jia admits what you did was utterly indecent, there's no need for further persuasion. I'm banning all the aforementioned acts from now on. So, comply."
"...Hmph."
At the little kid's declaration of ban, Ryu Jia—who'd been lounging on the sofa with bad posture for her spine—let out an intrigued hum and straightened up.
The little kid had been standing while Ryu Jia lounged, so up until now, the little kid had been looking down at her.
But once Ryu Jia stood from the chair, their eye levels matched, placing them on equal footing as they faced each other.
"Don't wanna."
In the heavy stalemate where their gazes clashed in midair, Ryu Jia spoke first.
She made no effort to hide her feral aura as she addressed the little kid.
"Dabcheon is a place where the strong make the rules. If you want me to obey, make me with force."
Ryu Jia smirked as if this moment was fresh and fun, but the aura emanating from her was no joke.
Rumble...
Just the mana leaking from her emotions created oppressive pressure squeezing my whole body, and the entire club room began to shake like there was an earthquake.
Even being in the same space gave this much pressure—imagining what the little kid faced head-on made my tongue instinctively stick out in awe.
I knew as a veteran that Ryu Jia was strong, but watching through a screen versus feeling it in person was definitely different.
This aura from Ryu Jia was far more savage and wild than what I'd seen during the entrance exam—impossible to compare.
She was unleashing such a ferocious energy because she'd judged the little kid as an enemy opposing her.
"Suck in. Exhale."
Facing that threatening aura head-on, the little kid closed her eyes briefly, steadied her breath, then opened them and spoke.
"...Fine. Let's do that."
"Oh."
Unlike Ryu Jia's rough, savage energy, the little kid's aura was purity itself.
Her meticulously honed aura, refined through perfect restraint without waste, stood firm against Dabcheon's strongest cadet without flinching.
"You know I'm Ryu Jia and still don't back down from a fight... Haven't seen a case like this lately. You've got guts."
"I came fully prepared for this. If I planned to run, I wouldn't have come this far."
"The more I see, the better you look. Want to step out and see if your skills match those eyes?"
"Sure. Let's go."
Neither yielded an inch, so their battle of wills ended in a draw.
Having finished their probing exchange through words and glares, the two headed to the sparring ground outside the Storm Dragon club room.
Now, superhumans far stronger than me were about to clash.
One was Ryu Jia, the Storm Dragon's master and Dabcheon's strongest cadet. The other was Jin Se-jeong, the student council president embodying the cadets' martial prowess.
If word got out these two were fighting, cadets and faculty alike would drop everything and swarm—it was that massive a matchup.
"Wait! Both of you, hold up!"
Ahead of this clash of titans—absent from the original story, too much even for me—I urgently shouted at them.
"What, newbie?"
"What's wrong? Woo-bin... no, Yang Woo-bin."
Fortunately, they stopped and turned to look at me. I addressed them in a serious tone.
"Wait while I make some popcorn. Watching a fight like this without popcorn is a crime."
It was a fight I couldn't stop anyway—might as well enjoy it properly.
"Fight on! Winner's our side! Both of you, fighting!"
"...Seriously."
Jin Se-jeong, standing on the sparring ground next to the Storm Dragon club room—practically exclusive to them—glared at Yang Woo-bin in the distance. He sat in a chair, hugging a half-salt, half-caramel popcorn tub, waving enthusiastically.
His popcorn-holding pose was cutely endearing for a split second, but that vanished, replaced by anger and irritation.
'What's with cheering for both? Aren't you supposed to root for your childhood friend? Who am I fighting Senior Ryu Jia for right now?'
She felt a twinge of hurt from his "Both fighting!" cheer.
But she quickly shook off the petty emotions like disappointment, annoyance, and anger. Steadying her breath, she calmed her mind and turned to face her opponent.
"..."
"Ready? Let's start?"
Ryu Jia, the woman called Dabcheon's strongest cadet.
Heir to the Ryu family, ranked 5th among the world's great houses, and current master of the Storm Dragon.
Her titles were monstrous enough, but facing her directly, those titles actually seemed to downplay her true power—she was a monster.
'First time fighting someone this strong...'
Even for Jin Se-jeong, a first-year who'd rightfully claimed the student council president seat through her skills, Ryu Jia was undeniably a monster.
"Hoo."
Shing-!
Yet despite facing such a monster, her movements drawing the short sword from her waist showed no tremor.
"Yes. Let's begin."
Because Jin Se-jeong was a superhuman firmly in the monster category herself.
"Alright then... Let's see how well this student council president has ripened!"
"As Dabcheon's student council president, I'll guide you back to the straight path with all my power!"
The moment both figures vanished, a red fist and a blue sword tip collided at the midpoint between them.
Boom-!!!
The fight had begun.