Chapter 235: Career Experience Learning 5
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 235: Career Experience Learning 5
The brat who took my tension-building punch kept his mouth shut the moment he woke up. I was honestly surprised to find I had such a talent for discipline.
By the time we finished cleaning the breakroom and had enough time for a cup of tea, we had spent enough time neglected that we were even exchanging names and the names of our elementary schools.
“Ah, so you’re Jeong Yong-hwan…”
“You know about me?”
“I heard rumors that there was an incredible boy. They said you were even the leader among the girls…”
I could understand rumors spreading within my own school, but I was genuinely curious about what kind of process allowed rumors to spread outside of it.
Just as I was giving a brief lecture on how to hit girls instead of being hit by them, the Police Sister who had herded us into the breakroom opened the door and walked in.
“Is everyone resting after finishing the cleaning? I was going to give you more time to make sure it was done properly, but…? You cleaned it quite well, didn't you?”
The Police Sister looked at us with wide eyes, clearly surprised. If that one brat had been left to his own devices to cause trouble, these kids would have gone on strike instead of cleaning, but since a diligent, kind, and sincere person like me had become the leader, the task was completed without much trouble.
The Police Sister fell into thought for a few seconds; it seemed she hadn't even considered the possibility that we would actually finish the cleaning.
“Since you worked so hard on the cleaning, shall we go on a tour to see what the Police Sisters do? If there’s anything they need help with, let’s lend a hand!”
It wasn't a bad decision for a bit of improvisation. Though the best decision would have been to just leave us in the breakroom to rest!
Following behind the Police Sister, we arrived at a place where slaves with dead eyes were doing paperwork in an office.
“Behind the sisters in police uniforms who look cool catching criminals outside, there are people like this who support them. These sisters are the true hidden heroes. Why don't you kids watch what they do and give them some cheers?”
And with that, she left.
The children’s eyes sparkled at the phrase 'hidden heroes,' but to me, it just looked like she had dumped us in the most convenient department to get us out of the way.
The sisters, who looked exhausted from fatigue, seemed to gain energy just from the boys hanging around, acting cute, and telling them how cool they were. They soon began to smile and proudly explain their work.
Judging by the treatment, it looked like a place with a mountain of work but no hope for promotion. Usually, if someone is sent to a place like this, the standard route is to say 'fuck it' and become a salary thief while half-assing the job, but it seemed the civil servant culture in this world was quite dysfunctional.
I made eye contact with one Dark Circles Sister who was staring at me as if begging for attention, but since I rarely deal with anyone who isn't talented, wealthy, powerful, and beautiful, I lightly ignored her.
Claiming I needed to use the restroom, I slipped out of the paperwork office and poked around here and there. However, since the kids were only here for 'Career Experience Learning,' they were mostly being used for menial chores to lighten the atmosphere.
With my current abilities, I was at a level where I had to be compared to nobles who were well-trained and had consumed a decent amount of elixirs. In other words, the sisters at the fitness center claimed I was incomparably stronger than commoners who had no connection to elixirs and entered high-ranking civil service or officer positions through 'fair quotas.'
According to them, I was strong enough to easily take down a civilian. Since I was at the level where I could go out with the Married Detective Sisters and go swish-swish with a sword or zap-zap with magic, killing time here was starting to get boring.
I was debating whether to go to the office and wait for the Married Detective Sister or just call any old 'lust-release hole' for a pleasant workout when someone blocked my path.
“Hey there, little friend. Is the Career Experience Learning tough?”
A rather pretty-looking sister crouched down in front of me to meet my eyes.
“No!”
“Are you tired of resting?”
“Huh? I was working until just a moment ago.”
Looking at her rank insignia, she was an executive. She had a fresh vibe, so she probably started as an officer, but since everyone in this world looked so young, it was hard to guess her age.
“Is that so? Then why don't you come rest with me over there? If anyone says anything, I'll protect you!”
“I have to go to the office…”
“Just rest with me for a bit, okay? Pretty please?”
Faced with the sister’s persistent, sticky request, I felt I had no choice but to go along with it.
Just as I was thinking she wasn't a bad sister since she bought me a drink from the vending machine, she suddenly grabbed me and sat me on her lap.
“???”
“What does your mother do?”
“Pardon? Oh… she just… works normally.”
“I see.”
The Police Sister, smiling even more brightly, opened the can herself and pressed it into my hand. A strange, chilling sensation began to creep over me.
Squeeze, squeeze.
“???”
No, it wasn't just a chilling sensation—my butt was being felt up.
“Is the drink okay? The vending machines inside the police station are tax-free, so they're really cheap. I have them often.”
The Police Sister, conversing naturally, was kneading my buttocks. An ordinary boy would be trembling in fear, unable to do anything, but…
“Then are the shops inside also duty-free?”
“Oh…? Y-yes, that’s right!”
In my life, where I was constantly sexually harassed by my mom’s friends to the point of having my dick drained, this level of harassment was just light skinship.
Honestly, since even thrusting my tool into a soaking wet pile of meat felt like light exercise to me, this was nothing.
When I showed no reaction, the Police Sister’s hand began to move more boldly. Seeing her start to stroke my thighs, I concluded that she wasn't just trying to sneak a feel, but was a truly malicious sex offender.
“What do your parents do, Sister?”
“They’re great people. I was always playing around at the bottom of my class, but I got in through special recruitment!”
It didn't seem like something to brag about, but I nodded as if I understood.
“Are they nobles?”
“You could say it’s something like that~!”
She didn't seem to be a noble, but her words implied her parents' backing was significant…
Wait, hold on.
I recalled the conversation we had when we first met.
Asking if I had come from work was her checking if I was one of the five kids with powerful backgrounds. Asking about my mom’s job was her gauging whether she could crush any potential problems.
The hand stroking my thigh began to slide toward my inner thigh.
To be honest, the play of being sexually harassed and then ravished by a Police Sister, only to end up turning the tables on her, sounded like it could be fun.
However, while she might barely pass as the 'pretty, wealthy, and powerful' sister I desired, the thought that she had done this to other kids was a bit disgusting.
Just as I was thinking I should tell her to stop and then secretly inform my mom or Tiria…
Poke. Poke.
I couldn't take it anymore when she started poking between my legs with her fingertips.
If her face had been a bit prettier, or if I were her first victim, I might have let her have a go in the breakroom!
“Stop it.”
“Hmm? Stop what?”
Seeing the Police Sister answer innocently, as if she hadn't done a thing, made it certain that this wasn't her first or second time.
“It’s a joke, a joke. Does it tickle? Hmm? It tickles, doesn't it? It’s just your thigh~”
She was flicking my 'Mr. Smarty' with her finger. It seemed she was mistaken because it was tucked away neatly beside my thigh, but it was time to teach this pervert the cruelty of reality.
“It’s not my thigh, so stop touching it.”
“I’m not touching it. I was just adjusting your posture, okay? Hmm~?”
She wasn't someone I could talk sense into. I grabbed her wrist. And I applied pressure.
“Ugh…! W-what…! Wh-what is this strength…!”
And at the same time, I shouted.
“Molester!!!”
My booming voice echoed through the secluded hallway of the police station building where no one was passing by.
“No one will hear you even if you scream~”
However, this perverted piece of trash sister replied as if she had expected it.
“You’re quite prickly for a brat, aren't you? If I just apply some force to something like this…? Huh?”
She snickered and tried to shake off the wrist I was holding. Or rather, she tried to shake it off.
I might look weak because the people I usually compare myself to have monstrous talent, but…
Crack. Crunch. Snap.
“Ack, ack, ack… Let go, let go!!! L-let go!!! Aaaaaagh!!!”
Even in a world where there’s an inevitable gap in talent when using mana, she clearly hadn't had many elixirs. I could exert enough monstrous strength to twist the wrist of a pervert from a lowly family (if you could even call it a family since they weren't nobles).
Three people came running in a hurry. Since it was a police station, they were all Police Sisters.
“Aaaaaagh!!! Aaaaagh! My hand! My hand!!!”
The pervert, screaming like a brat, seemed to have lost the strength to maintain her mana, as the soundproofing magic had deactivated.
Everyone blinked for a few seconds, unable to process the scene of their colleague lying on the floor, clutching a twisted wrist and screaming, and a young boy standing there.