Chapter 121: I’m a Face Genius!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 121: I’m a Face Genius!
After finishing her night school class, Lee Ji-yeon immediately began learning how to use her body from the trainers at the underground fighting arena.
“Nice, nice! You’ve got talent, Teach. Now, a low kick! Right there!”
As I watched Lee Ji-yeon aggressively master combat skills, the punching mitts letting out sharp thwacks, I couldn't help but swat Marika’s butt in frustration.
“Husband, if you are angry, I would prefer you tell me the reason. While being struck on the buttocks feels somewhat pleasant, I do have a position to maintain. Being hit in a public place like this is a bit problematic.”
Marika was audaciously prioritizing her own dignity over soothing my mood. However, even if she was a concubine, she held the status of a business CEO. As a broad-minded SSS-Rank Male, I decided to forgive her just this once.
“That useless, pretty-for-nothing Teacher Yang over there seems to have plenty of talent in the strangest places. Why don't I ever get praised like that?”
“Is Husband not handsome?”
“I want to be called a genius too!”
It was my honest feeling. It wasn't that my body was lacking after consuming the Ice Essence, but compared to the vile cartel of women around my mother—who were all suspiciously competent, talented, and basically the cancers of society—I always felt insignificant.
“Husband is a face genius.”
“Where does a genius like that even exist?! Terms like 'genius' are for things like magic or swordsmanship!”
“No, I am serious. Husband is a face genius. To be honest, I would be fine with Husband exactly as you are now. I was conquered by your face alone.”
Marika started spouting nonsense. It seemed that being a tall, tanned, white-haired, muscular big sister gave her the license to say whatever she wanted without a filter.
“Hmm… You look like you don't believe me. You pieces of trash, gather 'round!”
At Marika’s shout, the muscular sisters began to congregate. Lee Ji-yeon was among them.
“It seems Husband does not believe he is a face genius. Step forward one by one and prove it.”
Whether her brain was filled with nothing but muscle, or whether she was a Grand Swordmaster, in the Profound Realm, or the Demon Transcendence Realm, the madwoman Marika Olgaevabich made her declaration, and people began to line up.
“Number one, Aoi Takahara. Master’s face is of the highest grade, even among those superior Elves. To be honest, I 'do it' to Master’s face three times a day.”
“…Next.”
Whitey, who had just said something insane, stepped down. Behind her was a familiar dark-skinned woman. No, it was the dark elf sister, Sooty. She had quite large breasts and red eyes; she was a total pervert who felt strangely intimidating when she watched me in silence.
“Number two, Lisar Wintershard. Every time Master swats my buttocks, my instincts as a woman flare up, but then I look at his face and I’m just like, hee-hee…”
“Next.”
Clearly, none of them were sane. Since numbers one and two were so overwhelming, the others started hesitating. I saw Goldie, further back in the line, being pushed forward by the crowd.
“No, I said I’m not doing it! Just because I’m an executive like these bitches doesn't mean I think like them, you bastards… Ugh…”
Number three, Goldie, made her appearance.
“Number three, Youfei Lee… Master is handsome… and, well… manly… I, I like you… Your f-face is g-great as it is now, but… even if you grow up and your looks change… if even 10% remains… I-I think I’d still fall for you…”
I couldn't tell if falling for a kid’s face was a compliment or an insult, but I appreciated the effort.
Number four was my favorite mount, the Horse Sister with the firm backside. I didn't know her name well, but seeing her occasionally hanging out with my Pet Trio, she seemed to be an executive-level member too.
“Every time I get hit on the butt, I feel like I’m ovulating… Mmph!”
The sister, who had been speaking calmly in a mid-to-low voice, was dragged away with her mouth covered by Youfei. This was getting entertaining. I tugged on the hem of Aoi’s pants.
“Should I beat up the one talking nonsense?”
“What’s ovulation?”
“What?!”
Aoi stepped back as if startled. Her blushing face was cute. Seeing Lisar also quickly take a step back, it was obvious these sisters—who would make perfect, stupid meat toilets—were actually virgins.
I wanted to tease Marika while I was at it.
“Marika, what’s ovulation?”
“It means being prepared to bear a child.”
“…?”
“To create a child, the union of an egg and sperm is required. Males produce sperm, and females produce eggs. Eggs created in the ovaries are released into the uterus—the place where a baby is nurtured—at regular intervals. This process is called ovulation.”
Marika rattled off the technical knowledge without a single change in her expression. It felt like this female was flaunting her intellectual vanity because I was just a brat without a diploma.
I couldn't lose.
“Then when do you ovulate, Marika~?”
“Hmm… my cycle should be around next week.”
This woman was tough.
“Then do you want to make a baby?”
“It is a good thought, but if a child is made impulsively, there is a high probability that both the parents and the child will be unhappy. I would prefer to make one after careful planning.”
She was too strong. In times like this, I needed to run. No, it wasn't running; it was a strategic retreat. I’d just postpone it like a gentleman’s revenge—later, I’d ravage Marika’s eggs and make her scream, “My realm is Demon Transcendence, but my pussy is third-rate!”
“N-Next.”
It wasn't a defeat.
—Honestly, it’s… a different feeling from other men? It’s really good… And his face…
—His words are so harsh, but it kind of gives me the chills… especially his face…
—Just looking at him makes me so happy I start smiling. His face is really…
The lunatics all ended up talking about my face. I began to seriously wonder if I should just buy into this "face genius" nonsense.
“If I took away my background, took away my talents, and I was just a nobody from a colony with nothing—who here would still be down? Raise your hands.”
Everyone raised their hands. Marika also raised hers with a stoic face.
“Am I really that much of a face genius?”
Everyone nodded. For some reason, I felt myself getting cocky. Maybe talent wasn't such a big deal after all.
My sentimental feelings were somewhat soothed by the coddling of these mafia sisters, the cancers of society.
“Teacher, if you’re interested, I can get a recommendation letter from a General I know. How about attending a military science night college?”
“Didn't you say Teacher is already in grad school? Instead, I’ll get her a recommendation letter so she can study at the Imperial University.”
Feilong and Lisar were making a fuss about writing recommendation letters, wondering what they liked so much about Lee Ji-yeon.
“Well, since we don't know where Master will go, we should listen to all the options for now.”
Lee Ji-yeon seemed to live a very busy life. I had no intention of letting her in as a concubine—since she had no money, no family backing, and nothing but her face—but I couldn't exactly spit on a face that was grinning at me, so I had no choice but to grab her horns and give her a round of rodeo.
***
In the midst of getting busy with final exam preparations, I was able to go on another family trip thanks to a vacation my mom had barely managed to secure.
Though it was called a trip, it was really just the whole family mobilizing to see the eldest daughter, whom we only saw a few times a year.
By applying for a career experience learning credit, I was able to visit the Academy located on the border of the Empire and the United Kingdom without any attendance issues.
Usually, airports are the definition of noisy, making them a total nuisance to nearby schools. Since the school was not far from the airport, my PTSD almost flared up.
However, seeing as the sound of aircraft throwing a fit couldn't be heard even at the airport itself, magitech truly was a blessing bestowed by the Goddess.
Perhaps because of the aircraft engines that transcended science—which inferior science alone could never replicate—and techniques that could drastically lower surface resistance, the plane touched down not far from the Academy.
“My daughter~!”
“Iris Noona~!”
At the sight of Iris, who had come to meet us at the airport, Mom and I rushed toward our family's eldest daughter. Iris looked embarrassed but hugged the two of us as we clung to her, soothing us as she did.
“Our youngest, why aren't you coming over?”
“Ugh… Big sister?”
And the youngest, who had no particular memories of Iris, hid behind me awkwardly, eyeing her.
“Yes, it’s your big sister. Our Gracia has grown so much. You look just like Mom~!”
Noona was giving the attention she should be giving me to the youngest. If it were the old me, I would have picked a fight, feeling like the youngest was stealing my sister, but perhaps because I had gained some peace of mind as a face genius, I was able to endure it well.
More than that…
“Who are those sisters?”
Iris’s face contorted at the sight of a group of female students peeking at us.
“All of you, get lost!”
—Kyaaa!
—Eek!
Mom let out a giggle as the female students fled at my sister’s shout.
“Our Iris seems to be quite popular. When I was Iris’s age, my friends used to call me a prince too.”
“They’re the ones who came to see Yong-hwan. And besides, what do you mean 'prince'? A prince.”
Iris grumbled as she grabbed me by the armpits and pulled me into a tight hug. Given my age, it was embarrassing, but since the body of this washboard-slender rabbit sister was so erotic, I had no choice but to endure it.