Chapter 200: Commencing! Operation Kim Yoo-Sung's Harem!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 200: Commencing! Operation Kim Yoo-Sung's Harem!
The weekend passed, and Monday arrived without fail.
A typical student would have dreaded the end of the holiday, but today was different for me.
After all, just last night, I had taken a step into adulthood.
The President was so cute.
Even though it was the first time for both of us, the President was so incredibly responsive it was hard to believe it was her first.
I didn't even have to take the lead; she clung to me so eagerly that it turned into a fantastic experience.
In the end, her stamina gave out and she passed out first, but considering it was her first time, she'd held on for quite a while.
"Hey."
As I opened the back door of the classroom and greeted everyone, Satoru, who was already there, asked with a puzzled look.
"Yoo-Sung, did something good happen? You look pretty happy for a Monday morning."
"Do I?"
Hearing that, I touched the corner of my mouth.
Just as Satoru said, one side was turned up in a smile.
I hadn't intended to show how good I was feeling, but it seemed my expression had given me away.
I noticed the other students were now whispering amongst themselves as they looked at me.
"Kim-kun, who always has that scary look on his face, is smiling...!"
"What in the world happened over the weekend...?!"
They still treat me like some kind of monster.
Is a guy smiling to himself really that big of a deal?
I let out a soft sigh and hung my bag on the side of my desk.
"Where is everyone else?"
Satoru shrugged.
"Not here yet. You and I are usually the first ones in, anyway."
"That's true."
Ryuji was often late, the Class President had her part-time job at night so she arrived right on time, and Rika's mother usually drove her to school unless something special came up, so she didn't need to leave as early as I did.
The farther away you live, the earlier you have to get to school.
First period on Monday was Practical English. I took out my textbook and pencil case, and was about to lightly review last week's lesson.
Slide!
The front door of the classroom opened, and Rika walked in.
"Morning!"
The moment I heard her greeting, my heart dropped.
It was only natural, considering I had rejected her confession just the day before.
No matter how positive Rika's personality was, it was obvious she would feel uncomfortable being in the same room as the person who turned her down.
I was feeling a strange sense of guilt and couldn't bring myself to look up.
Tap! Tap!
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
Huh?
Startled, I turned around.
Rika was standing in front of me, her expression as bright and cheerful as ever.
"Ryu-chan? Aren't you going to say hi back?"
"Oh, uh, hey."
I stammered in surprise, but I managed to wave back at her.
Only then did Rika seem satisfied, and she went to her seat.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she started talking to me with her usual energy.
"Ryu-chan, did you happen to bring Jump today? I didn't get to read last week's issue, and I'm dying of curiosity!"
...Is she forcing herself to act cheerful?
There was no other explanation.
If I were in her shoes, I'd probably find it too awkward to even make eye contact for a few days.
I took the copy of Jump out of my bag and handed it to her. Rika thanked me and quickly took it.
"Kishimoto, I'm next."
"Aww, but I want to take my time reading it~"
Satoru naturally got in line, and Rika feigned annoyance.
No matter how I looked at it, the scene was no different from any other day, but I felt a bitter sense of dissonance.
This is why I hate getting confessions.
Whether I liked it or not, yesterday's confession had changed the simple friendship between Rika and me.
Anyone perceptive would probably notice it soon enough.
That a crack had formed in our friendship.
But for now, all I could do was let myself be carried by the winds of change.
Relationships between people rarely go the way you want them to.
*
The Student Council!
A small, elite group of students that has preserved the 100-year history of the prestigious Ichijo Academy!
Normally, the Vice President would be at her side, but he had taken a leave of absence. So, in the unusually empty student council room, two talented young women in black uniforms were whispering to each other!
"I never imagined Yoo-Sung-kun's... thing... would be so magnificent."
At the President's testimony about her long-awaited first experience just last night, Minami, whose knowledge was purely theoretical, couldn't help but gulp as she asked.
"Roughly how big was it?"
"About... this big?"
The President held up both of her open palms.
"Hah—"
The size was beyond anything she had imagined, and Minami let out a sharp gasp.
"How can a person be..."
"For the record, it was dark, so I couldn't see it clearly. It might be even bigger."
"......"
Knowing full well that her lady was not one to lie, Minami hastily erased the lewd fantasy that popped into her head and asked.
"So, my lady, what is it that you wish to do? There must be a reason you've suddenly brought this up with me."
"As expected, Minami. You know me so well."
With a soft chuckle, Kumiko set the teacup in her hand down on the table and slowly rose from the sofa.
Stumble!
"My lady!"
Minami rushed to support Kumiko, who had suddenly lost her balance and was about to fall.
But Kumiko, despite the cold sweat beading on her forehead, said she was fine and pushed her away.
Finally standing on her own, she looked down at her legs, which were trembling like a newborn fawn's, and said.
"As you can see, this is the state my body is in. Even considering it was our first night, I was, in many ways, no match for him."
"Just how much of a beast was that guy...?"
"No, Yoo-Sung-kun did nothing wrong. The only thing I didn't anticipate was my inability to keep up with his incredible stamina."
Kumiko said with a self-deprecating smile.
To think that after winning the grueling heroine race, she would have to give up the crown herself because she couldn't handle his vigor.
Perhaps it had been greedy of her to think she could have a man like Kim Yoo-Sung all to herself.
It had only been one night, but Kumiko had reached the conclusion that at this rate, she might just die from exhaustion. She revealed her secret thoughts to her confidante, Minami.
"It seems I'm going to need concubines. I can't handle Yoo-Sung-kun's virility on my own."
"...My lady."
Minami looked at Kumiko with pleading eyes.
Concubine.
It had been a very long time since the system of polygamy had disappeared from modern Japan.
Of course, the concept still existed unofficially in the form of mistresses, but for a country that officially only permitted monogamy, it was an absurd notion.
"My love for Yoo-Sung-kun hasn't changed. However, I also think it would be wrong of me as his wife to not be able to fully satisfy his desires just because I'm struggling. So, even if it means sharing a little of his affection, I want to support him."
She had only just earned the title of girlfriend, but in her mind, she had already married Kim Yoo-Sung, promised to grow old with him, and planned for one son and two daughters. There was a certain weight to her words.
"Of course, I don't intend to accept just anyone as a concubine. I must carefully select only women who truly love Yoo-Sung-kun as I do. And, of course, only on the condition that they themselves agree."
The moment she had this thought, the first person who ironically crossed Kumiko's mind was Kishimoto Rika, who had been on a date with Kim Yoo-Sung at the amusement park yesterday.
If it was someone who could love Kim Yoo-Sung as sincerely as she did, she was willing to give up a spot by his side.
Hearing Kumiko's decision, Minami closed her eyes and nodded slowly.
"I understand what you wish to tell me, my lady. I am your shadow. I will immediately begin formulating a plan to bring your wishes to fruition."
"Fufu, thank you, Minami. For understanding me."
And so, in a place unknown to Kim Yoo-Sung, the Kim Yoo-Sung Harem Plan began to take shape.
*
At Japanese high schools, there's an annual event that always takes place once the sweltering heat subsides and the weather begins to cool down.
The sports festival.
It's a large-scale, class-versus-class competition, usually divided into a Red Team and a White Team.
And as the top student with the best physique in my grade, I was treated as the class's decisive weapon, their cheat code.
It made sense. At last year's sports festival, I had participated in all sorts of events as a mercenary and completely crushed the opposing team.
"Kim-kun! We're counting on you again this year!"
"Let's teach that arrogant White Team a lesson!"
This is driving me crazy.
All this excessive expectation was directed at me alone.
Of course, this wasn't the first time I'd received this kind of attention, but perhaps because of what I'd shown last year, I felt the pressure to do even better.
The first-years, who had only heard rumors but had never actually seen me go on a rampage, were staring at me with wide, curious eyes.
This year's freshmen are so innocent. It's nice.
I thought to myself, deciding to faithfully carry out my duties as a student council secretary who was also serving on the sports festival's executive committee.
"Ahem, we will now take recommendations for this year's ball sports."