Chapter 945
Chapter 945
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 945
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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"Professor Kalles! Get away from Sung Yu-jin this instant!"
Namgung Hwa-yeon’s voice cracked like a whip. Her face was twisted in a grimace of pure displeasure as she watched Kalles practically draped over me.
'Is she actually jealous?'
The corners of my mouth twitched. This damn popularity of mine was becoming a real burden. What was a guy supposed to do?
"Oh, come on. You’re as stiff as ever, Guidance Chief," Kalles drawled, finally pulling back. "I didn't touch anything private... surely a little light skinship is allowed between a mentor and her star pupil?"
"It is absolutely not allowed. It compromises the moral integrity of Maruhan Academy. You are a faculty member, Professor Kalles. Act like one and maintain professional boundaries."
"Jeez... you’re making me want to smack you. Fine, fine. A new professor with zero seniority knows when to retreat."
Kalles fully detached herself from my arm. I suppressed a sigh of regret. Namgung Hwa-yeon, the self-appointed guardian of academy morals, nodded in satisfaction. It seemed she was motivated by duty, not jealousy. *Tch.*
I turned my attention to the Spirit Society Hall. It was a ten-minute trek from the main campus, tucked away in a dense thicket where a small stream babbled nearby. The building itself was a relic, its stone walls almost entirely reclaimed by moss and creeping vines.
'Spirits are part of nature, so I guess it makes sense they’d want a building that blends in.'
Still, it hadn't seen a human soul in thirteen years. Honestly, tearing it down and starting over seemed more logical. It looked undeniably creepy—no wonder the rumors had labeled it one of the Seven Mysteries.
"Cleaning this place ourselves is a joke," I muttered.
"Agreed," Hwa-yeon sighed. "But all the maintenance staff are currently assigned to the second-year fieldwork sites."
"Then hire professionals," Kalles suggested.
"You’d have to clear that with the Dean or the Vice Principal. Given the recent security breach, the academy isn't keen on letting outsiders onto the grounds."
"What about the students? The first-years are just idling around."
"That would cause a massive backlash, Professor."
"Only if you don't know how to motivate them," Kalles said with a seductive smirk. It wouldn't work on the girls, but the guys at this academy would probably scrub the floors with their toothbrushes if she teased them enough.
"I won't be a part of that," Hwa-yeon said firmly. "Students have a lot of leverage here. Remember the swordsmanship instructor who was ousted by a student protest five years ago?"
"I’ve heard the story. It was all over the news."
We reached the entrance. The heavy wooden door had been smashed inward, hanging off a single rusted hinge. Kalles let out a troubled hum.
"Making me work in a dump like this... do the higher-ups have a grudge against me?"
"They likely just don't realize the extent of the decay. I’ll include the damages in my report to the Vice Principal."
"Don't bother. I’ll report directly to the Dean."
'Dean versus Vice Principal.' It was a subtle clue as to where their loyalties lay. Namgung Hwa-yeon was still an enigma; the Guidance Committee was technically under the Vice Principal’s jurisdiction, but in the original story, she hadn't been a fan of his methods.
We stepped inside, our boots crunching on glass shards. The hallway was a tunnel of dust and shadows. The atmosphere was perfect for a horror flick, but completely unlivable.
"The Spirit Society office is on the second floor," Kalles noted.
"Let’s clear the first floor and then work our way up," Hwa-yeon suggested.
I followed along, inspecting every room with a meticulous eye. Since I’d likely be the only actual student in the Spirit Society, this was basically my future clubhouse. The main building was too crowded and strictly monitored.
'A separate building means fewer prying eyes. It’s the perfect spot to run my own private 'Sex Club.' I just need to keep Kalles happy, and the faculty won't even know we exist.'
We entered a first-floor classroom and collectively groaned. It was filled to the ceiling with junk—broken desks, rusted equipment, and stacks of water-damaged papers. It was a landfill with a roof.
"What the hell is all this?" I asked.
"Trash," Hwa-yeon replied. "Or rather, stuff other departments were too lazy to dispose of properly. They just dumped it here."
We were about to turn back and head for the stairs when it happened.
Clunk.
A pile of desks in the corner shuddered. Every eye in the room locked onto the noise.
Clunk! Clunk-clunk!
The junk began to vibrate violently before hovering into the air. Suddenly, a swarm of chairs and metal rods launched themselves at us like projectiles.
Hwa-yeon and I swatted them aside with practiced ease. Kalles didn't even break a sweat, slipping through the debris with the fluid grace of an elf.
"Looks like the rumors were true, Sunbae," I said, catching a wooden leg mid-air. "The building is haunted."
"A poltergeist. An evil spirit’s doing," Hwa-yeon noted, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "This just got more complicated."
"Heh. A Spirit House possessed by a vengeful ghost... how poetic," Kalles remarked, looking entirely too amused.
In this world, ghosts and spirits weren't some metaphysical mystery; they were just another category of monster. The solution was simple: find the core and kill it.
"What’s the play? Do we retreat?" I asked.
"No," Hwa-yeon said. "It’s just a poltergeist. It’s annoying, but not a serious threat to us. We’ll handle it now. Professor?"
"Of course. I’m not sharing my new home with a roommate who throws furniture."
And so, a routine cleaning job turned into an impromptu exorcism. I didn't really care; the 'Seven Mysteries' event from the game was just starting a few weeks early.
We finished a quick sweep of the first floor and moved to the second.
"......"
Kalles stopped at the top of the stairs, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Thick, dark blood was dripping from the tiles, pooling on the floorboards.
'Two down, five to go.'
The students loved these rumors. It kept life in the academy from becoming too mundane.
"The smell of blood in my workplace? That pisses me off," Kalles said softly. Her entire vibe shifted in an instant. A cold, murderous pressure filled the hallway, making the hair on my arms stand up. Hwa-yeon’s posture stiffened immediately.
"Oh, my," Kalles said, noticing our reactions and instantly dropping the pressure. "Sorry about that. Old habits... the sight of blood always gets me a little too excited."
She stroked her cheek to calm herself, her large breasts jiggling subtly with the movement.
"...I knew you were skilled, but I have to ask," Hwa-yeon said seriously. "What exactly did you do before you joined the academy, Professor?"
"I’m afraid that’s classified," Kalles replied with a playful wink.
"...Fine. The Dean vetted you, so I’ll leave it at that. But I have a proposal. Let’s split up."
"Split up? In a haunted building?" Hwa-yeon looked skeptical.
I, on the other hand, loved the idea. It was much easier to slack off when I wasn't being watched by the Guidance Chief.
"Hwa-yeon, think about it," Kalles explained. "If we stick together, the spirit will just keep hiding. We need to bait it out. We’re all strong enough to handle ourselves."
Hwa-yeon’s eyes drifted to me. She was clearly worried.
"You’re underestimating Yu-jin," Kalles teased.
"I’m being objective. He’s a first-year. Experience matters in a hunt."
"He’ll be fine," Kalles insisted. "I guarantee it. The kid is tougher than he looks."
"She’s right, Sunbae," I added. "I can handle a few ghosts. Let’s split up so we can get this over with faster."
Hwa-yeon eventually gave in. "Fine. I’ll take the third floor. Professor, you take the first. Yu-jin, you’re on the second. Whoever finishes their sweep first moves to the fourth floor."
"Sounds like a plan."
We parted ways. As soon as they were out of sight, I found an old sofa that looked relatively clean and plopped down. I pulled a chilled soda from my inventory and took a long sip. Zero motivation.
'The spirit’s core is definitely on the fourth floor. Kalles or Hwa-yeon will stumble into it eventually. I’ll just chill here.'
Suddenly, the faint sound of music drifted through the hallway. A piano. I recognized the tune immediately—it was a classic horror staple.
'Beethoven’s Für Elise? Really? A bit cliché, isn't it?'
I stood up. cliches exist for a reason, and curiosity won out. I walked past the dripping blood and pushed open the doors to the music room. In the center of the dust-choked room, a grand piano was playing itself. I watched with a bored expression before activating my skills.
[Spirit Eye] [Heavenly Eye]
My eyes flared with a golden glow, revealing the truth. Sitting at the bench was a ghost dressed in traditional white mourning clothes, her long black hair obscuring her face. A classic Virgin Ghost.
I tilted my head, looking closer. *Wait.* Through the hair, I could see her features. Even for a spirit, she was gorgeous—pale, delicate, and better looking than half the girls in my class.
"Kee-hee... ki-ki-ki-hee-hee..."
The ghost let out an eerie cackle, her attempt at a jumpscare. It didn't work. If anything, her voice was actually pretty melodic.
"Hey, pretty ghost," I said, stepping toward the piano. "How about I help you move on to the next life?"
She stopped playing and snapped her head around. Up close, she was even better. Her B-cup breasts were perfectly shaped under the white fabric. I didn't hesitate. I unzipped my pants, letting my rock-hard member make its debut.
"Kee-ee-ee-eeek!"
She screeched in horror, her fingers extending into long, jagged black claws aimed at my throat. I slipped the attack with a bored tilt of my head. She faltered, clearly not used to humans reacting this way.
'A virgin ghost with a virgin pussy... I wonder if she can even feel it.'
I lunged forward and hiked up her long skirt. She was wearing traditional white gaiters over pale, translucent thighs.
"Nice legs," I noted. I looked higher. No panties—just a thin white undergarment. "Sometimes traditional is hotter than modern."
I shoved her down onto the floorboards. She tried to float away, but I caught her and pinned her flailing arms with one hand. With the other, I began to tear at her clothes.
"Y-you... you psycho...!" she gasped.
"Oh, so you *can* talk properly. Even better."
Rip! Tear!
I pulled her collar open, exposing her chest. Her nipples were a stark, bright red against her ghost-pale skin. I swallowed hard; they looked delicious.
"Get off me! You maniac!"
Suddenly, the heavy grand piano lunged at me from the side. Caught off guard by the physical force, I was slammed against the wall.
"Ugh... damn ghost... I’m definitely fucking you now..."
She took the chance to float toward the ceiling, trying to escape. I lunged, my fingers barely grazing her ankle.
"Fuck!"
Then the piano smashed into my back with a sickening Crunch. The old, rot-weakened floorboards gave way under the weight, and I plummeted through the hole to the floor below. Luckily, the piano caught on the edge of the joists and didn't follow me down.