Chapter 182: Additional Service
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 182: Additional Service
Im Su-yeon.
To me, she wasn't exactly a mortal enemy, but she was the name of a girl with monstrous talent who stood in the way of my Royal Road.
The word "genius" was thrown around far too easily these days, but Im Su-yeon was the real deal—a total crazy bitch.
Hindel Dun Vurdia, the boss of the underworld mafia, wanted her.
Morian Siador, the CEO of a major conglomerate subsidiary, wanted her.
Even Camel Sirian—that human trafficker, or rather, the chairwoman of various educational foundations—wanted her.
She was so legit that even my mom’s friends and Marika, the mobster who doubled as the owner of the fitness center I frequented, had their eyes on her.
When I say even my own mother coveted her talent, that really says it all.
Swordsmanship, magic, martial arts, academics. She was a monster who excelled at everything.
To be honest, even though this was my second playthrough, seeing Im Su-yeon made me wonder if she was actually the protagonist. She was like one of those "broken" characters who grew up in a perfectly ordinary environment yet displayed extraordinary brilliance.
Meanwhile, some of us were struggling just to maintain our grades because we spent all our spare time—after working our asses off poking female holes—trying to squeeze in some study time.
I wanted to explain that she only kept her first-place rank because she was a loner who went straight home to study every day without any friends, but no one would listen. It was heartbreaking.
Anyway, it was time to talk about Im Su-yeon’s current situation.
To do that, I first had to talk about our school.
Even though her salary as a civil servant was meager, the influence my mother—Ame Cal Degrain, daughter of the woman called the worst war criminal in history, Rune Cal Degrain—wielded was greater than one might think.
To be precise, it wasn't so much Mom’s own influence as it was the power of the cancerous social cartel formed by Grandma’s disciples and connections.
Regardless.
They say a civil servant's salary is small, but as a high-ranking official who also received a generous "son subsidy," Ame Cal Degrain earned a salary that didn't pale in comparison to most corporate employees. I can guarantee this because I’ve peeked at her pay stubs.
This meant our family wasn't just "well-off," but "very well-off," which naturally meant we lived in a good school district.
Consequently, the kids attending a school in the heart of the city where we lived were usually from similarly wealthy backgrounds.
However, considering her social status—which was a bit embarrassing to call "influence" or "power"—Camel described the school's level as "subpar." It also meant the place was somewhat inaccessible to those living earnest, kind, and exemplary lives.
To summarize: under the irresponsible logic that a high-pressure environment focused solely on competition isn't good for emotional development, Sow was actually a pretty good public middle school for kids from moderately wealthy and influential families.
Of course, it paled in comparison to the places Camel used to tempt me with—places where one could form connections with "nobles, high-ranking officials, and corporate elites."
According to a background check of the class (conducted with the homeroom teacher's cooperation), the parents weren't high-level figures who could rival my mother, but they were people who could hold their heads high anywhere.
In a place like this, Im Su-yeon was an anomaly.
Because of that Sow bitch’s irresponsible claim that "it’s better if friends go together," Im Su-yeon ended up in a place where she didn't belong—a place that was, for lack of a better word, just average.
Given that witch’s intelligence and talent, she should have been shoved into the Imperial University, but Im Su-yeon’s mother—who was as ordinary as could be—sent her here based on the irresponsible thought that there are things to be learned from school friendships.
Even in a world where men were rare, she was a beauty who got asked for her number by men, yet as a mere commoner, she acted as if she were completely ignorant of Im Su-yeon’s talent.
Ultimately, because her family was an easy target, she rarely rebelled, her parents had no power, and she acted aloof while maintaining the top rank in the entire school for three years, Im Su-yeon became the target of the other kids' hatred.
It started with light bullying, but Im Su-yeon, who had zero interest in the children's antics, responded with indifference.
The kids gradually became more stubborn and escalated their bullying. That was the current situation.
Even I, who had consumed two Elixirs and learned high-level martial arts—though my main focus was Sexual Arts—avoided a direct confrontation with her because she was so strong. I couldn't understand why she was letting herself be bullied by these brats.
She could have just beaten them up, dragged them away, or threatened them by mentioning their parents' details to play with them as she pleased. Im Su-yeon seemed surprisingly stupid in that regard.
Even if the kids' parents acted high and mighty, she could have just asked my mother’s friends—who were practically begging for her attention—for help to give them a "true education." It was honestly hard to understand why she was enduring it.
"If I catch you guys bullying Su-yeon again... hmm..."
Since they were from a different class, I had almost no data on them. While I was contemplating how to dispose of them, the kids from my class, shocked that I was using violence against students from another class, came rushing out.
"Yong-hwan! Stop! Stop! They've never been hit before, they'll actually die!"
"P-Please! Class President! Calm down!"
"You can't do that! Jeong Yong-hwan, you bad man!"
As the kids started to hold me back, the faces of the two boys on the ground, who couldn't even think of getting up, turned pale.
"If I'd hit them as much as I hit you guys, they'd be shitting blood by now, so stop making such a fuss. You wenches!"
I felt like I’d been letting the kids off too easy lately. The brats, who possessed the bizarre talent of growing stronger just by being hit by me, dragged the two who couldn't even stand away into the distance.
"I'm not going to kill them, so let go."
It was ridiculous having more than ten people hanging onto me. In the first grade, I could have easily won even if I fought the entire class, but now that we were in the third grade, the girls' growth was becoming frighteningly fast.
I could still win if I got serious, but with over thirty people swarming me, it was getting a bit difficult to laugh and play while twisting their wrists like I used to when they were children.
"Make sure those guys are kneeling in our classroom after school. Otherwise, I’m really going to become a thug."
"...Class President, did you report this to the teacher? Ouch!?"
I flicked the forehead of the brat who had started using difficult words like "report."
"That stupid homeroom teacher is my slave, so there's no need to worry. No, go call Teacher Lee Ji-yeon. I want the personal info on those two bastards."
Seeing the kids questioning me and trying to dissuade me from this and that, it felt like the world was going to hell.
I felt the need to re-establish some discipline.
"All of you, stay behind after school today too. It’s time to tighten the reins."
The kids' faces turned white.
***
"...Where did you get hurt like this?"
Yuseoha pulled out a potion and began carefully applying it to the scraped areas. Since they were just abrasions, the marks vanished instantly.
"The kids in class were acting up, so I was just establishing discipline like usual..."
"...The kids? The girls?"
The perverted mermaid princess, who desperately wanted to be treated like a mother, asked back in surprise.
"You fought with the girls? How?"
"Because I'm a genius. And don't sneakily stroke my thigh, you Sow!"
I slapped the back of Yuseoha’s hand as she sat next to me and rested it on my thigh.
"Ugh... B-But still. How can a boy fight a girl?"
"Is the Sow a sexist?"
"No... I-It's not that... It's just that boys hardly receive the Goddess's Blessing... and this is around the time the gap starts to become insurmountable..."
Yuseoha started telling an interesting story.
"Tell me more."
"...There's not much to tell."
Yuseoha subtly pushed her butt toward me. Because of the females around me lately, I felt like my personality was being remodeled into that of a sadistic master, tainting my kind, pure, and beautiful nature.
"No, what exactly is this 'Goddess's Blessing'?"
"Originally, the prevailing academic theory was that males are inferior to females..."
It felt like she was explaining the world-building for the first time in a while. Come to think of it, Yuseoha always seemed to play this role.
"Present your ass. I'll give you a hit as a down payment!"
"Yes...!"
Instead of just turning around, Yuseoha pressed her face to the floor and hoisted her hips into the air.
I was trying so hard to live as a kind and wonderful "Pure Love Master," but not a single one of the women around me was helping.
I raised my hand.
"A-And insults too!"
Yuseoha requested an additional service.
"P-Please make sure to call me a Sow!"
I felt my consciousness fading.