Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Aunt Reveals Pregnancy Test After Learning of Twin Sisters' Relationship (4)
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‘What the hell?’
We borrowed the gym for training. To prepare for the practical final exam, we practiced syncing up our movements.
But something felt off.
My body kept moving on its own. It felt overly friendly toward Park A-young and Class President Mi.
I approached them first, worrying and fussing over them even when there was no need to ask.
‘Is the plot kicking in?’
Class President Mi might not notice, but Park A-young had an assigned manga. She was Han-seol's friend, and the title involved corrupting her friend's lover.
I wondered how it would actually play out.
The training wrapped up smoothly. We used Park A-young as a punching bag for a 1-on-2 battle to gauge our full strength.
And in the process, Park A-young was the one getting wrecked.
“It hurts so much...”
Only Park A-young was a total mess. Even when our weapons clashed equally, her inferior skill meant she took more damage.
She couldn't properly deflect the impact.
“We've still got plenty of time. Let's slowly work on improving our efficiency.”
There was about a month until the practical exam. Not a ton of time, but enough to prepare properly.
“A-young, you're the most important one on our team. My skills and Juyeon-woo's have already been exposed, so opponents will prepare counters targeting us. But not you.”
Hidden card. Wild card. Park A-young had to fill that role.
“M-Me...?”
“Yeah.”
Class President Mi cheered Park A-young on. She said all the encouraging words she could.
I praised her too, to keep her from getting discouraged.
“Well... keeping cards hidden is better for the practical finals. She could end up being our most important one.”
“It's not that big a deal...”
Park A-young smiled awkwardly and brushed it off. Even her small movements made her breasts jiggle. With just a thin T-shirt on, the bounce was even more pronounced.
Someday, I'd get to touch them.
“Let's grab lunch. I'm starving.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Shin Jae-eun hadn't taken the birth control pills. She'd only pretended to, letting seed fill her womb.
It was the kind of thing that deserved public scorn, but she didn't care.
‘I don't want to torment Juyeon-woo.’
She had no desire to tie him down. If Juyeon-woo ended up with Han-seol, she'd bless them and let him go.
Though she might shed a tear or two when he walked into the wedding hall.
‘Juyeon-hee crossed the line. You need to be punished.’
Shin Jae-eun had already steeled herself. No matter the resentment, she'd make Juyeon-hee pay.
She'd show the worst to Juyeon-hee, who exploited Juyeon-woo's kind heart.
The weekend. She'd hoped to enjoy a rare day off.
Unfortunately, with Juyeon-woo heading out for practical exam training, that plan fell through.
So only Shin Jae-eun and Juyeon-hee were home. An awkward tension hung in the air.
They hadn't even made eye contact, yet it felt suffocating.
If Juyeon-woo were there, it might have eased things. But just the two of them? No chance.
Neither left their rooms. What if they bumped into each other? Nothing good would come out of their mouths.
For Juyeon-woo's sake, she didn't want to fight if she could help it.
“...Heh.”
Two lines. A sinister smile crept across Shin Jae-eun's face as she checked the pregnancy test.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ On the way to lunch, I got a message from Han-seol.
A casual “What are you up to this weekend?”
I replied simply. Said I was training with the team to prep for finals.
“Han-seol says she'll come too?”
“Really?”
We'd come for burgers for lunch. The gym was nearby, so it was convenient.
Lazy to pick a menu too.
Class President Mi looked pleased at the news of Han-seol joining.
“That'd be great. We can train way harder than just us.”
1-on-2 wasn't enough. We needed more pressure.
No telling how many we'd face in a real fight, so we had to max out our potential.
“Might casually ask how she'll handle Han-seol too.”
She was ready to do anything for good scores. Not sure if Han-seol would fall for Class President Mi's scheme.
“Juyeon-woo!”
Han-seol arrived. She came in panting, in workout clothes.
We were still eating burgers.
“Why'd you get here so fast?”
“...Just did.”
Han-seol glanced at Class President Mi. Like she was hiding a secret she couldn't let slip.
Everyone knew anyway. She was the only one suffering in silence, pretending not to know about us.
“Want some fries? We got three larges, plenty.”
We'd used Park A-young's pocket money to order. Upgraded to large sets, so lots of fries.
While eating burgers, I briefed her on the situation. Explained our training to Han-seol.
Practically a briefing.
“We'll probably face multiples, so yeah.”
We had to train assuming ambushes. How to respond in those scenarios.
Trained or not, the difference was huge.
“What if we do 3-on-1 including you?”
“3-on-1 might be too much? What if someone gets hurt?”
“We can control our strength.”
With Han-seol joining, the mood shifted. Class President Mi's energy turned dead serious.
Way different from when it was just unhelpful Park A-young or clueless me.
I quietly watched their conversation. Let them handle it.
No point chiming in; it wouldn't help.
Park A-young was the same, munching fries and spectating.
“Shall we head back? All done?”
Class President Mi took charge. We followed her back to the gym.
“We just ate. Let's rest a bit more till our stomachs settle.”
Starting training right after eating could mess up your kidneys or worse.
Park A-young nodded in agreement. Han-seol smirked and backed me up.
“You trained hard this morning?”
“Tons. Sweated buckets.”
Class President Mi might find it frustrating, but we couldn't overwork our bodies. She didn't argue and went along.
“Fine, 30 more minutes rest, then start. Stomachs should be settled by then.”
“Okay.”
30 minutes later, we began for real. Han-seol went solo first; the three of us faced her.
Stamina recovered, I thrust my spear at Han-seol with full intent.
“Whoa! Juyeon-woo!”
Clang-!
Startled, Han-seol backed away swinging her sword. She easily deflected my spear.
Her swordsmanship was a notch above mine.
I couldn't beat Han-seol technically. My hardware just couldn't keep up.
Decided to support Class President Mi instead.
Clang-! Clang-!
Sword auras clashed. The gym air vibrated heavily.
Park A-young couldn't even intervene.
Han-seol and Class President Mi were evenly matched. I rated it close in Class President Mi's favor.
Han-seol still had room to spare.
Crackle-!
Lightning sparked from my spear tip. The blue bolt amplified the mana itself.
Could Han-seol block this?
I swung my spear wildly as I charged at Han-seol.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ We clashed weapons all afternoon. No breaks after lunch, just constant motion.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat.
“Huff, huff!”
Park A-young was especially wrecked. Since toughening her up—the team's weakest—was the main goal, we pushed her hardest.
“No more. I can't!”
Park A-young tossed her sword and collapsed. Protesting that this was enough.
“Let's call it for today.”
Class President Mi agreed. Overdoing it wasn't wise; better to stop here.
“Yeah, you and Juyeon-woo together are tough.”
We got feedback from Han-seol. She pointed out what felt awkward facing us.
“You okay sharing all that? Won't hurt you?”
“I'm working on those too. Next time'll be different.”
Han-seol had the confidence to share freely.
She had a feisty side in moments like this.
‘Is it because the manga’s different?’
Only passive and shy around Geum Tae-yeon? It kinda felt that way.
“If you say so.”
Han-seol would handle herself. Felt silly advising someone more diligent than me.
“Let's pack up and head home.”
We gathered our gear. Tidied the messy gym a bit.
Changed clothes, locked up.
Stopped by the gym office to report end of use, then headed home.
“Rest well tomorrow. See you Monday.”
Honestly expected Han-seol to suggest sex. But no.
She quietly took me home.
Surprising.
‘Makes me sound like I was hoping, though.’
I chuckled and punched in the passcode.
Beep-beep. Beep-beep.
Opened the door, headed to the bathroom. Habit to wash feet first when home.
“Juyeon-woo, you're back?”
Aunt poked her head into the bathroom. Gestured me over.
“Come here. Got something to show you.”
“...Something to show me?”
What?
Curious, I followed her to her room. She locked the door and showed me something.
A tool I'd seen somewhere before.
“This is...”
Never seen one in person. But tons of photos.
Pregnancy test.
‘Pregnant is two lines? One line no?’
The one Aunt showed had two lines.
No way she'd show it for nothing. Must be pregnant.
“There's a baby in Aunt's belly, Juyeon-woo.”
“...W-Whose baby is it?”
My body opened its mouth on its own. Like it seized control, refusing to let me react.
I just watched.
“Hmm. Whose do you think?”
To my question, Aunt countered playfully, as if saying guess.
The answer was obvious.
My body wouldn't want to admit it, though.
“N-No way... right? You said it was safe day. And you took the pill.”
“That was a lie.”
“...Why lie...”
“Juyeon-hee.”
Aunt's expression turned fierce.
“You two crossed a line you shouldn't have.”
“......”
She knew.