Chapter 184: Revenge Should Be Clean
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 184: Revenge Should Be Clean
Coming to school always brought a flood of thoughts; it was unavoidable. At home, I was keeping a sow, and I was usually too busy swinging my hips to feed her—once every two days, or every day if I felt like it—to have any mental breathing room. School was the only place I could actually relax.
Anyway, I really had to wonder what kind of grudge this "Goddess" had against me. No, I wondered why she had such a grudge against men in general, giving all the talent to the women and leaving the men to be persecuted.
Even in the colonies, women tended to have higher talent, but apparently, the gap wasn't as staggering as it was here on the home planet. They even said that a man from the home planet had about the same level of talent as a woman from the colonies. I could see why they worked so hard to prevent men from leaking out of this place to other regions.
If I were in a situation like, 'I, who was always ignored, have incredible talent in another world!?' I wouldn't want to come back here either.
The well-bred pigs here seemed content with the idea of catching a good woman and getting a job, but even if they were abused, brainwashed, and beaten into submission from a young age, it was only natural that a few would harbor a sense of rebellion.
Hindel said she’d send me to an Otherworld (and no, that’s not a metaphor for 'going to heaven'). Since it wasn't legally blocked, as long as I had a guarantor (usually a wife on paper), there shouldn't be any issues. I figured I’d have time later to check out what kind of shitshow the Otherworld really was.
"Wouldn't it be better if Im Su-yeon just got bullied until she dropped out or transferred, Class President?"
The girl who held the title of Vice Class President started spouting bullshit. First, I slapped her across the cheek.
"Get a grip, Vice Class President. What do you think you actually gain by taking the top rank in school that way?"
"...A sense of achievement from being number one?"
I felt like I was being persuaded by a brat.
Wait, now that I thought about it, this brat was second in our class right behind me, and third in the entire school.
"Vice Class President, you little shit... You're planning to get rid of me too, aren't you?"
"...."
The Vice Class President avoided my gaze. This damn brat was already looking to use one enemy to take down another; she was rotten to the core.
"Once I get rid of Im Su-yeon, you're planning to use that as an excuse to get rid of me, right?"
"I did think about it, but unlike Im Su-yeon, the Class President has the teacher's favor, and your mother is a powerful person, so it's realistically impossible."
It felt like Lee Ji-yeon had let a little hawk into our classroom. I hadn't realized such a calculating brat was mixed into my third year; I must have been living in a dream world lately.
"So, Alma Berriman. Do I, as the Class President, really need to step in for something like this?"
"Should I harass Im Su-yeon a bit more persistently?"
Alma’s green eyes sparkled.
"No, a true victory is winning through a fair fight. A quick-witted brat like you might not get it, but a sense of achievement is something you earn yourself. It's not something you get by just clearing away the person in front of you."
"My birthday is earlier than yours... Ow! Hey, don't pull my hair!"
I yanked on the Vice Class President's insolent gray hair.
"I could go to Im Su-yeon's class myself and beat those brats up. But that's not sexy. Do you understand?"
"...You're telling me to do it."
She might be rotten, but she was smart. I liked kids who were quick on the uptake.
"Since you're the number three in our class for now, I'll give you the authority to use the others. They've been disciplined by getting beaten by me every day, so they'll be able to make those snot-nosed brats shit themselves. Well, don't start a full-blown gang war; just 'persuade' them well."
"Who's number two? And Class President, your mouth is so filthy..."
Alma Berriman’s eyes trembled. Perhaps because she was just a kid, she simply liked my face and thought I was handsome; she didn't pant after me like a dog in heat like my mom's friends, who would do anything for me. It was a bit dissatisfying.
"Number two is Lee Ji-yeon."
"The homeroom teacher...?"
"Yeah. And I'm number one."
Alma’s green eyes shook violently. She looked overwhelmed by my self-confidence. To me, Lee Ji-yeon was just a total pervert like Teacher Yang, who loved getting her ass slapped and being ridden, but since our relationship was a secret known only to the two of us, Alma didn't look like she believed me.
"Ugh... I feel like I'll get in trouble with the teachers if we fight."
"Vice Class President."
"What..."
Despite her complaints, she looked like she actually intended to go through with it. It was an admirable trait, so I figured I should help her out a bit as an adult.
"Why are you trying to fight them directly?"
"...Then what am I supposed to do? They won't listen to me."
"Start by doing exactly what they did. Find the desk of the most influential leader and the best fighter in that class, and throw them outside."
"...Huh?"
Even if she was quick-witted and smart, she was still just a brat to me.
"Once you figure out the hierarchy of that class, I'll give you their addresses. I'll also let you know their activity zones and what they do within a week."
"Is that even possible?"
I had the mafia—the literal trash of society—at my disposal. Those mercenary thugs, who tried to win my sympathy with weird backstories about being slaves, outcasts, or orphans in the Otherworld, were experts at this kind of thing.
"If you call upon the kids from other classes I've tamed since the first year, you'll be able to command the personnel of at least four different classes."
The kids who had been beaten, trained, and harassed by me every day had grown up quite healthy and sturdy, becoming the 'top dogs' of their respective classes.
And because of some strange sense of camaraderie, they often gathered to hang out.
"...So, what should I do with them?"
"Explaining everything isn't very sexy... but I'll give you a lesson for the sake of my stupid Vice Class President."
I had no choice but to empty a bit of my bag of tricks. If the Vice Class President weren't a child, this would be the kind of knowledge I'd impart while she was receiving the thick contents of my 'pouch' on a bed, but as an adult, I had to provide it for free.
"Based on the information I give you, attach kids to them. Have them whisper insults as they pass by, loud enough to be heard. Do it in shifts with multiple people. Use the info I give you to insult their parents, too."
"Uh...?"
"And spray-paint their houses with permanent lacquer. Write some insults. If you get caught, it'll just be a disciplinary warning, but if you rotate the kids from four classes, it won't be the same person committing the same crime at the same house, so they'll just get scolded a bit."
The Vice Class President's green eyes quivered. Seeing even her gray eyelashes tremble, it seemed she had underestimated human malice.
"There might be fines, or you might get called in as a representative to be scolded. I'll attach a 'proxy guardian' to each group for that. There are plenty of guys who are great at acting apologetic to the police. I'll cover all the costs, so don't worry."
Given the occupations and backgrounds of the parents at the private school Camel recommended, this would have been difficult. But for the level of kids attending a public school, I didn't even need Marika; Goldie or Whitey could handle it.
Darkie was still looking through the student rosters every year to pick out kids who shouldn't be messed with, but so far, there wasn't a single person in our school that the organized crime boss deemed dangerous.
"Class President, what kind of person are you...?"
It seemed the brat was trying to learn things she shouldn't know.
"...Don't you realize that if you go any deeper, you might end up a victim too, Vice Class President?"
"N-no, I won't ask."
I heard the Vice Class President's parents worked for a major corporation owned by Alicia's relatives. If she handled this well, I’d have to lobby Alicia with my body to get them a promotion.
"If they keep getting harassed over the spray-painting, the parents will have no choice but to come to the school. When they do, report them for collective school violence. Have the kids split up and report the things they did to Im Su-yeon as if it happened to them. The homeroom teacher will help."
"...How did you win over the homeroom teacher?"
"Vice Class President, I like a smart Vice Class President. But I hate a Vice Class President who asks too many questions."
"Sorry..."
The intelligence of my Vice Class President friend, who understood the warning immediately, was extraordinary. If I raised her well with a few good beatings, she could become a useful pawn.
"And spread the rumor that Im Su-yeon planned the whole thing."
"Why...? No, I got it."
"Good, good. You're smart. But you can ask things like that. It's not about me, so it's safe."
I closed the workbook I was using to prepare for the Magitech Civil Service Exam.
"There's bound to be someone who flies into a rage after hearing that rumor. Then they'll have no choice but to fight Im Su-yeon directly. It'll be impossible for them to keep bullying her from the shadows."
"...Is Im Su-yeon good at fighting?"
"She's a total psycho."
Even after consuming the Ice Essence and the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core and learning the Solar Divine Art, fighting her was a pain.
Actually, fighting her was a losing game. I’d shown off a few times in front of her to brag, and after seeing her copy my moves perfectly, I’d given up on the idea of picking a fight until there was an overwhelming gap between us.
"Class President, do you like Im Su-yeon?"
"You crazy bitch, watch your mouth!"
"Kyaaaaak!"
Unable to control my rage, I flipped the desk.
"Sniff... hmph... sniff..."
"Stop blubbering. The plan is a bit loose, so I'm going to teach you properly how to harass someone from now on. Remember it well."
"Sniff... hmph... sniff..."
The Vice Class President was sobbing just because she got hit a few times. It was a hassle to get kids to stop crying, so I didn't bother trying to comfort her.
"Hide things they like or things they've been bragging about in empty lockers in their classroom. That way, even if they're found, it's not a big deal."
"Okay..."
"If they're playing on the field, go over with a group and take their spot. If they get angry, frame them as the weirdo."
"Yeah..."
If they touched Im Su-yeon, I had no choice but to pay them back in kind—no, even more gloomily and pettily.
Finals were just around the corner, and I couldn't have that damn girl saying she lost because she couldn't study while being bullied.
"Fill a bucket with water and splash them as they walk by. Prepare about two so all their belongings get soaked."
"What's a 'bucket'? Is it like a pail?"
"Yeah, it's a foreign word. You don't need to know it. As long as you understand."
The Vice Class President understood my rough explanations perfectly.
I had about twenty-four more plans, so I explained them one by one, designing the revenge plot for her.
In less than two weeks, four people from Im Su-yeon's class transferred out, and the bullying vanished completely.
And while there was a minor 'hiccup' where the ringleader who bullied Im Su-yeon got her internal organs ruptured after being beaten by me, Hindel came to the school instead of my 'sow' to settle the matter, and it passed as if it were nothing.