Chapter 100
Chapter 100
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Math Classroom
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Math Classroom
"In any case, since the principal is absent, I'll come back later regarding the cancellation of the Calligraphy Club activities. But there's something I'd like to ask you personally."
Eh?
"Grrr... Grrrrr..."
Whatever it is, I need to wrap this up quick.
Mesui's really gonna die at this rate.
Dying from a cock choking her throat? Even for a sow like her, that's too cruel.
...Or is it? Maybe for Mesui, that's pure bliss?
"The thing is... I have a tutor who's been teaching me. She said to bring you along to the next lesson."
"Huh? Me?"
"Yes."
What's that NTR freak up to, calling in a total stranger like me? Not that I'm complaining. Gives me an excuse to meet her and give her a piece of my mind.
But why?
Noticing my confusion, Shizune explained.
"...It's a bit of a stretch, I know, but... She said that since I've received her teachings and passed them on to you, in a way, you're like her second-generation disciple. So... she offered to tutor you as well..."
What kind of nonsense is that?
Shizune seemed aware her logic was pretty embarrassing, giving an awkward smile.
Tick-tock— Tick-tock—
I could see the second hand on the wall clock behind her ticking away.
It's been about three minutes now.
For an ordinary person without training, hypoxia sets in after three minutes due to lack of oxygen to the brain. Brain damage starts after five. Her superhuman slave mentality is impressive—suppressing her instincts even with death staring her down—but this is getting real dangerous.
I don't want to kill someone, especially an ally who's super friendly toward me, with my dick.
"Ah, sure, sure. Got it. Message me later about it, Lady Hudeara. You have my contact from when I joined the Calligraphy Club, right?"
Time to get rid of her quick.
Or I'll really send Mesui off for good.
"Er... yes. Are you sure it's okay?"
"Of course. I'd love to do anything with you, Lady Hudeara."
"...!?"
Shizune flinched slightly, her face flushing as she took a small step back.
"Ahem! You... shouldn't say things like that... to just any woman... You already have women in your life, don't you...? Ahem, ahem."
Her voice was higher than usual... more feminine. The slight tremble suggested I'd caught her off guard.
"Ahem, I-I'll take my leave now! You seem busy! Farewell!"
She's got zero immunity to guys, huh.
The moment Shizune closed the door behind her, I shoved my chair back.
"Hey, I'll pull it out now. Don't die on me."
Twitch, twitch-twitch♡
She just shuddered at the sound of my voice, her body trembling.
Slurp slurp slurp—♡
"Guh-ehk..."
It took forever to pull out my still-cumming cock, thanks to its length.
Slurp—♡
Pop...!♡
Finally, my cock slipped free from Mesui's mouth-pussy. Her body was so heated—even in winter—steam rose from it in wisps.
Splat!
"Urk... Bleeegh!!"
Exhausted, Mesui collapsed onto the bathroom floor and started vomiting.
A massive flood of semen spilled onto the tiles.
"Haaah...! Haaah! Haaah!"
Mesui writhed like a bug, sucking in air like a maniac.
"Huuuh!♡ Huuuh!♡ H-Hii... Hu-heh, hu-heh...♡"
Is she crazy?
Did I make her hold her breath too long? Just then, she plunged her face into the puddle of her own vomit-semen and giggled, muttering more.
"Hehk♡ Heeehk...♡ Heeehk...♡ Brain-melting irrumatio...♡ The best...♡♡"
Good thing she hadn't actually lost her mind. She was just that happy.
The study room was already filled with about a dozen girls, all in school uniforms. Sato Yusuke had organized this free study group at the cram school where he worked, and it was all high school girls.
Shizune was still learning basic calculus anyway, and she'd probably told him I sucked at math, so that's why he called me to the high school class.
Slide!
The sliding door opened, and the chattering JKs fell silent at once.
Shizune entered first.
"Good day."
Her traditional Japanese attire, elegant and poised with a straight-backed bow, exuded a refinement rare among modern girls. Whispers rippled through the room.
"Whoa... I've never seen someone actually wear that in real life... Amazing."
"She's so pretty..."
"Sis, wanna take a pic with me?"
The buzzing girls shifted when they saw me follow her in. My baggy t-shirt barely contained my bulging muscles, yet my face was still handsome. The original protagonist had a slender pretty-boy look, but hellish training had sharpened my features into something more ruggedly masculine.
Just like kids their age, a few blushed. I caught them elbowing friends and whispering, eyes flicking to my pecs and thighs before darting away.
Cute.
A frail-looking guy at the front podium approached me with a greeting.
"Ah, you must be Yuu-san?"
Polite and refined on the surface.
But something felt off.
The moment I saw his face, a chill shot up my spine.
You know that feeling when you're sick and every nerve is on edge, a mere breeze makes your hairs stand up and irritation surges? Exactly that hit me the second I looked at him. So he's the NTR villain, huh.
"Take a seat over there."
I sat in an empty spot first, and Shizune naturally took the one next to me.
I leaned back in my chair without a word. The front-row girls, who'd been peeking, glanced back at their books.
Yusuke started the lesson.
His voice was calm, his board writing neat. He explained problems smoothly, drawing reactions from the students.
His teaching skills aren't bad.
During a brief pause, Yusuke approached Shizune. He stepped away from the podium casually, stood by her desk, and placed his hand over hers—the one holding the pen.
Unmistakably sleazy skinship.
"Write this part like this—it looks better. See, the angle—"
His fingers trailed down the back of her hand. Shizune's shoulder twitched ever so slightly.
Crack.
I clenched my fist hard enough for my knuckles to pop, but he either ignored it or didn't notice and kept up the creepy touching.
"Wanna die?"
He probably didn't understand, but he glanced at me.
His eyes.
That glare I'd been giving other guys since crossing to this world.
Yusuke's eyelids twitched up for a split second.
"What did you just say...?"
"Nothing. Just mumbling in Korean that you're a good teacher."
He wasn't just a pretty head from a fancy academy—he saw right through the lie.
He instinctively sensed the killing intent in my words.
Sato plastered on a smile, but his eyes shook. Innocent high school girls or Shizune might miss it, but not me—a fellow guy who knew this trash's filthy intentions inside out.
"... "
A few giggles broke out among the girls.
Sato was frozen in an awkward pose, bent over with his ass out. Guess they found it funny.
I smirked too.
Twitch!
His facial muscles twisted for an instant.
"...Fine. Review ends here. Let's do some advanced problems today."
Stopping the gross hand-holding, he sauntered back to the podium like nothing happened and started scribbling on the board.
Multiplications, logs, fractions, limits—symbols piling up.
What the hell is that?
Isn't this a high school study group? That looks way beyond high school calculus.
"Here's the problem."
The room went dead silent. About ten girls' eyes darted to each other.
"No clue..."
"You?"
"I don't even know what formula to use..."
Whispers leaked everywhere. Some gripped pencils, scribbling nonsense; others flipped pages pretending to look busy. Tense breaths thickened the air.
"Anyone want to give it a try?"
His voice was soft. But laced with subtle pressure. The girls shook their heads in unison. Scared eyes, averted gazes. No one stepped up.
I did that in high school too, back in my past life.
Avoided eye contact like hell whenever the teacher wrote something tough, scared they'd call on me.
Sato smiled, savoring it. Confirming his authority like this? Pathetic.
Then Shizune cautiously turned to me. She kept her posture straight, but anxiety flickered in her eyes.
"Lord Sanghyeon... That looks... awfully difficult. Do you perhaps know what it means?"
"Who knows."
That's when my eyes met Sato's again. He held a smug grin this time, staring me down like he wouldn't back off.
"What about our new participant, Yuu-san? Any idea what this says? Oh, is it too hard for a Korean? Nah, math symbols are the same worldwide, right? You write it with that... han... grr... whatever, don't you?"
Coming at me this directly?
He's even crazier than I thought.