35th Rule, Accompanying Marin Who Wants to Show Off (2)
They say clothes are a person's wings.
Before entering Dia Village, I had no clue what that meant. Fashion? Forget it—I could barely keep up with trends as an utterly ordinary guy.
Back then, I just scoffed, thinking it was exaggerated nonsense.
······Holy shit.
Now I get it. A person's outfit really does matter.
I twisted and turned in front of a luxury foreign car so glossy it acted like a mirror. And sure enough, some flower boy inside started dancing right along with me.
“······You could pass for a celebrity like this, you know?”
“······Don't get ahead of yourself. It's just that the clothes I picked fit you perfectly.”
I fiddled with the soft fabric clinging perfectly to my body.
Just as Marin said, these high-end outfits were all handpicked by her through the night.
No wonder her eyes looked a bit sunken. She'd put in real effort preparing everything.
“So don't go getting any delusions and flirting around. Just stick close to me. Got it?”
Whoosh!
Instead of answering, I pulled Marin into a tight hug.
“W-Wait! S-Suddenly like that······.”
Marin's face buried in my chest, her arms flailing in panic. But the fluttering didn't last long.
Smooth.
She let out a hot sigh and gently draped her arms around my back.
From all my time with her, I'd learned Marin loved being hugged. She was the stoic type who wouldn't ask for it outright, of course.
But just holding her like this shut up her endlessly nagging mouth. That said it all.
So what I needed to say was simple.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
Marin didn't reply after that.
Instead, her body in my arms heated up like a fireball, and her tiny hands fidgeted helplessly on my back.
###
The moment we climbed into the luxury car heading to Marin's campus, it revved up with a low vroom and pulled away.
I leaned back into the plush leather seat, gazing at the passing roadside scenery. Even though it had been ages since I'd seen views like this, excitement took a backseat to creeping anxiety.
“But is this really okay?”
“······What now.”
“With a new student showing up out of nowhere, won't people get the wrong idea?”
According to Marin, that student ID was a fake she'd hastily gotten from her dad last night.
In short, it wasn't like we were all enrolling together at the start of the semester. Transferring mid-term left plenty of room for misunderstandings.
But Marin couldn't care less about that. She snorted while staring out the window.
“There are at least 150 monkeys in my year alone. The department's so overcrowded, no one's gonna notice one more guy like you. They don't have the brains to figure it out anyway.”
“R-Really······?”
Come to think of it, back in my school days, I only hung out with people I knew. Everyone else? I didn't even know their names or faces.
Just like me, forever solo by default.
“So, puppy, don't sweat the small stuff. Just follow me and do as I say.”
Marin squeezed my hand tight, flashing a satisfied smile.
She looked so damn cool I could fall for her. That arrogant chin tilt, propping her dirty-shoed feet on the seat.
It would've been even more perfect if I hadn't glimpsed her smooth panties peeking from under her skirt.
Maybe it was the hand sweat from her gripping mine so hot and tight the whole ride, but her clenched pink pussy lips were glistening.
“I'm warning you—don't think you can run just 'cause you're out in the open. If you do, I'll really chop off your limbs and turn you into breeding stock for a baby in my belly.”
“······Understood.”
I had zero plans to bolt, but her chilling threat still made me shrink anyway.
###
About 30 minutes into the drive, we passed the massive campus entrance and pulled up to a fancy building.
A bodyguard politely opened the door for us, and as I stepped out under his escort, Marin hooked her arm through mine and said,
“Listen up. From now on, you're my classmate in the same department. And my boyfriend—we started dating yesterday.”
“B-Boyfriend?”
I whipped around in shock at the sudden setup, and
Squeeze.
Marin jammed my arm right between her tits, frowning.
“It's for efficiency. If I say we're just friends, those female monkeys might chat you up or get too close. Can't have that.”
“I doubt that'll happen······.”
Hell, even before slavery, no one approached a loner like me.
“······Anyway, I'm using you to show off to the monkeys that I do have a boyfriend. So play your part properly. For the next four days.”
It felt like way too big a role for a nobody like me, but with no right to refuse, I swallowed hard and nodded.
Satisfied, Marin leaned her face against my arm and ordered,
“What're you waiting for? Let's go if you get it.”
Her words were as icy as ever, but her forward-facing cheeks were flushed pink.
###
Walking the campus halls after so long felt strangely nostalgic.
The vibrant college kids, the wide corridors lined with endless classrooms.
It was fancier and grander than my old school, but it almost felt like I'd gone back to my student days from slavery.
Except unlike back then when no one noticed me, every eye was glued to us now. That was the downside.
Buzz buzz.
The crowd was in an uproar.
Summarizing the snippets floating around in the market-like chaos:
The Ice Witch has a boyfriend.
His face looks average but he's dressed sharp, or maybe he's hung like a horse—rumors swirled with suspicion.
But Marin ignored the chatter completely.
She just leaned her head on my arm, her face a bit rosier as she stared straight ahead, savoring the moment.
Thanks to that, no other students approached me.
They had to be dying to know who I was and if I really went here.
But they just gawked from afar, eyes wide. No one asked questions even as we entered the lecture hall and took our seats.
Marin was like a massive shield protecting me.
We sat in the very back row, right by the sunlit window—perfect spot for slacking off.
I set down the crossbody bag Marin had packed, pulling out two thick major textbooks and placing one in front of each of us.
Then Marin grabbed my hand tight, averting her eyes shyly as she said,
“Thanks, ······h-honey······.”
!!
The whispering crowd went dead silent in an instant.
······.
I couldn't believe my ears, so I leaned to her ear and whispered,
······M-Miss? ‘Honey’ out of nowhere—what the hell?
Marin shot me a sharp glare. But then she smirked triumphantly and started hamming it up.
“L-Last night, h-honey pounded me so rough with that huge thing······m-my back hurts so bad······.”
The crowd reeled from the second shockwave.
But the vibe was different now.
They'd been stunned before, but now they stared at me with awe and respect.
I felt like a hero who'd conquered the Demon King······.
Couldn't be helped······. To kill the suspicions, this was the most efficient way.
That damn efficiency······.
No clue how that creepy line was "efficient," but it wasn't the point right now.
Miss, is this really okay? Won't this ruin your reputation······?
Doesn't matter. My rep's always been shit, and besides, it wasn't······a lie······.
With that, Marin ducked her head, clutching her skirt.
The tiered desks sloped upward like highland fields, and the partition hid her legs anyway—but she was clearly mortified.
After the commotion died down, the professor walked in and started lecturing right away.
He glanced my way but cleared his throat and focused.
Earlier in the car, Marin explained: To fake my ID, she'd donated a fortune to the school. In exchange, they'd rushed a special mid-semester transfer agreement with some overseas university.
Students might suspect a bit, but with legit procedures in place, no big worries.
Honestly, I wasn't stressed about it anyway. In college, most people in my major wouldn't notice if I existed.
So I relaxed, enjoying the campus couple vibe as I watched Marin. She pretended to read the textbook but kept sneaking peeks at me.
That's when it happened—mid-lecture.
The prof's incomprehensible ramble was boring me into a yawn when Marin tapped her pen and looked over, face troubled.
······Oh shit.
She looked seriously distressed.
What could it be? I stared hard, and
Smooth.
Marin hiked up her skirt, exposing her drenched pussy toward me.
It's leaking juices down there nonstop······.