Chapter 218: One Step at a Time Toward Adulthood
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 218: One Step at a Time Toward Adulthood
My role was to be the one piercing the meat cave, not the one being pierced; I had never once imagined the latter. After learning the hard lesson that following a pretty older sister around could result in surrendering my precious anal virginity, the day I had been waiting for finally arrived.
"Hello, everyone! You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to coming back to school!"
Unlike Lee Ji-yeon, who couldn't hide her beaming, joyful face, the kids in the class all had heads bowed with expressions that looked like they were about to die.
There’s so much to learn at school, yet these brats didn't seem to realize how precious this time was. It was a transitional period moving into the higher grades, meaning that from now on, other subject teachers would be coming in besides the homeroom teacher!
"Vice Squad Leader, why the long face? Did you not want to see me?"
"...I had a dream."
Alma Berriman. With her gray hair and green eyes, she was quite pretty. My right-hand girl, who looked like she’d grow up to be a real beauty, began to sniffle.
"What kind of dream was it?"
"A dream that was far too sweet."
"Then why are you crying?"
It was a template I’d heard somewhere before.
"Because I have to start getting hit from today..."
"Who’s hitting our Vice Squad Leader?!"
Alma Berriman, the Vice Squad Leader, stole a glance at me.
"Ahem, it seems a bit cruel to start lessons the moment school reopens, doesn't it? Why don't our Yong-hwan give a message of encouragement to his tired friends?"
After using so much formal language with me toward the end of the first semester, the foolish Lee Ji-yeon seemed to have forgotten our relationship over the break. At her suggestion, I stood at the podium.
"Our class takes 1st place again this semester. There is no other option, so everyone grit your teeth and follow along. Any parasites who drag down the class average on exams should be prepared to stay behind every day after midterms and get hit with the bat. We start Sports Day preparations next week, so get your schedules ready. Also, if anyone gets on my nerves, I’ll have them bullied. The Vice Squad Leader will be bullied for three days as a demonstration."
The Vice Squad Leader’s green eyes widened to their limit, and she shot her hand up.
"What is it? The bullying hasn't started yet, so I shall grant you the honor of speaking with me."
"Since the second semester has started, we haven't held the Vice Squad Leader elections yet! I'm not the Vice Squad Leader anymore!"
"Fine, elections are the flower of democracy. Alright, we’ll hold the Class President election. I’m running; anyone else?"
No one raised a hand.
"You can come forward, really. People will talk if we hold a Class President election without a challenger. Come on, two people to run for Class President."
The children began to eye each other warily.
"I’ll give you five seconds."
"Alma! Alma Berriman! I nominate the former Vice Squad Leader for the Class President election!"
One of the brats who dragged down the class average raised his hand and shouted.
"Hey!!! You bastard! I helped you study over the break!"
"I have to survive too! Thanks! I loved you, man!"
I thought she was talking nonsense when she said she’d teach the kids over the break, but it seemed she really had educated the lower-ranked friends in our class well.
"I believe the runner-up in the Class President election should be made the Vice Squad Leader!"
One of the gang members Alma had tutored offered another opinion. Excellent.
"Alright, the candidates for Class President are myself and Alma. We will now vote. Those who want to vote for me as Class President, raise your hands."
Every single person in the class raised their hand. It was a very democratic vote. Alma was waving her hand frantically, her gray ponytail swinging wildly. She was only going to be bullied for three days as a taste, yet her attempt to escape was spiteful.
To record it as my achievement, I wrote tally marks on the chalkboard according to the number of students, verifying the count. I checked to see if there was any brat who didn't even know the basic concept of democracy by failing to raise their hand.
Regrettably, everyone had their hands up.
"Class President, Class President! I have something to say!"
"The bullying starts next period, so I’ll listen for now. Go ahead."
"I don't think it's appropriate for a Vice Squad Leader to be elected with zero votes! Everyone voted for the Class President's brilliant leadership and command, but the very fact that I was the one being compared to the Class President is an insult to him!"
For a brat, her gift of gab was artistic. If she met the right parents, she’d succeed anywhere.
"Conclusion."
"I think we should hold a new election for Vice Squad Leader. At least give us a week to campaign!"
I almost allowed it because her struggling to survive was cute, but the way she was using her head was annoying, so I had to give her a lesson as an adult.
"Why does the Vice Squad Leader have zero votes?"
"No, what do you mean..."
Alma’s green eyes began to widen.
"I think Alma is qualified to be the Vice Squad Leader. I cast the final remaining vote! For Alma! As Vice Squad Leader!"
Raising one's hand to make oneself Class President wasn't sexy. I had intended to cast an invalid vote, but for her to pull such a cute stunt.
As an adult, I needed to provide a little help so that Alma Berriman could grow into a fine woman.
"Now then, I as Class President and Alma as Vice Squad Leader will lead this semester well. Now, let’s begin the class meeting on how we should conduct the bullying!"
"Ugh... hic... sob..."
Alma sobbed.
"Me! Me! Me! How about making her check the teacher's homework instead?!"
"Me! Grading performance evaluations instead of the homeroom teacher!"
"I...!"
—Slam!
"Ah, shit, fuck! Shut up and just raise your hands! You're driving me crazy with the 'Me, me, me'!"
Everyone clamped their mouths shut and raised their hands.
"Alright, you speak first. What should we do?"
"Let's make her clean the homeroom teacher's house."
"Hic... sob... uwaaaaah..."
The Vice Squad Leader covered her face with both hands and began to wail.
Lee Ji-yeon raised her hand.
"Good, bullying led by the homeroom teacher—what a lovely sight. State your opinion."
"Still, if we bully her so openly..."
The Vice Squad Leader snapped her head up, looking at Lee Ji-yeon with sparkling eyes as if she’d found hope.
"So you're saying we shouldn't do it?"
"Instead of doing it publicly like this, why don't we exclude the Vice Squad Leader and decide on something more... insidious?"
The Vice Squad Leader’s face contorted with a sense of betrayal.
***
Because my martial arts stage had reached a high level and the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core had adapted well to my body, my base body temperature was naturally high.
Between the various elixirs Alicia constantly offered as tribute and the things the older sisters I occasionally poked brought me saying they were good for the body, it was normal for my body to feel burning hot.
While my resistance to heat was high, the combination of external stress and the heat radiating from the elixirs melting inside me was hard to bear.
Perhaps because I’d mixed several kinds, the effects seemed stronger than usual. As I lay face down on the sofa wearing just a tank top, Gracia suddenly screamed.
"Oppa! I told you not to dress like that at home!"
"It's because your brother is weak to the heat..."
Gracia made a huffing sound, pulled some clothes out of my room, and dumped them on top of me.
"Oppa, you're a man. You can't be dressed so defenselessly!"
"It's just us... it's fine, it's fine."
"Teacher Yvette is here too!"
"Ahem...!"
Yvette. Our magic tutor sent from the Magic Tower was blushing, her eyes averted.
A beauty with large eyes and brown hair tied in twin tails at her shoulders.
True to her timid appearance, she was a total shut-in teacher. She was a good person who, if I massaged her breasts occasionally, would teach me magic at a much faster pace.
Of course, she had the face of a total perverted loser who probably masturbated a lot, but compared to my mom's friends who would slyly touch my crotch even before a relationship, or my perverted pets and slaves who enjoyed being spanked, she was a person of common sense who fit the criteria of a normal human being.
For the record, unlike the police, prosecutors, chaebols, and soldiers who did dirty things behind the scenes, she was a scholar belonging to the Magic Tower. Apparently, she was currently the Runner-Up Mage of the Education Department, but since I had talent for magic but not much interest, I didn't know exactly how high that rank was.
Seeing as my mom brought her here after covering up some sex scandal or something involving the Magic Tower, she seemed to be either an ambiguous middle manager or someone in a position that sounded grand but was actually mediocre, though I didn't bother mentioning it.
Using a business trip as an excuse to deal with two brats instead of working—there couldn't be a sweeter deal than this.
Furthermore, if the job involved dealing with Gracia, who inherited the superior looks of the world's most beautiful mother, and me, a freaking genius pretty boy, even those pet bastards whose wombs I occasionally hammered until they cried would come running with joy.
"I-I think it's o-okay to be... c-comfortable at h-home..."
Teacher Yvette began to let her tawdry and dirty inner thoughts slip as she stole glances at me.
Service is most effective when given unexpectedly. The fact that Teacher Yvette said that meant it was time to put on clothes and end the service.
As I loosely threw on some clothes, Teacher Yvette’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.
"Oppa, you're too defenseless! You're a man!"
"The kids in my class all crawl at my feet."
"That's because they're nice! Do you have any idea how insidious the girls in our class are!?"
Come to think of it, I remembered hearing that a boy in the youngest's class had dropped out. It was quite early compared to my previous life, but in this world where growth was naturally fast, it was an age where females began to feel curiosity toward the opposite sex.
"I don't know, I don't know. Everyone is kind to me, so I'm not going to worry about that!"
"Augh...!"
The youngest stomped her feet. Because I was so good at social life, things happening within the class didn't leak outside.
"Teacher Yvette! Please say something to Oppa!"
"Huh? Oh... r-right. You have to be c-careful... A m-man's... conduct... is important..."
"You heard her, right? See?!"
Even as I took steps toward adulthood one by one, her still-childish appearance was cute.
"Sure, sure~."
Letting the voice of the youngest, who was stomping her feet in worry, go in one ear and out the other, I pulled the introductory book on intermediate magic I’d learned last week from the bookshelf.