Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Belly Full Because of Breast Milk (1)
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I got violated by my aunt. But that didn't leave my mind in ruins or anything.
I was perfectly fine.
It wasn't because I had some extraordinary mental strength. It was just thanks to my worldview, which was detached from this one.
"...Aunt, did you sleep well?"
"Y-yeah..."
While I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, my aunt emerged from her room. She flinched as she responded to my greeting.
She seemed to be feeling guilty.
Yesterday's apology didn't feel like empty words. I didn't know just how sorry she was, but at least she was aware she'd done wrong.
'She'll probably try to violate me again soon. Unable to resist her lust.'
Most mangas were like that. Characters in this genre, in these plots, didn't know the meaning of reflection.
I set the breakfast table. It wasn't anything elaborate, so it didn't take long.
The only annoying part about waking up earlier than others was the hassle. Toasting bread and frying eggs wasn't hard.
Juyeon-hee showed up late too. She looked like she'd overslept—a total mess.
Her hair was a bird's nest, and pimples had erupted on her face. The sight made me burst out laughing.
"You should've gone to bed earlier."
I shot a word at Juyeon-hee as I looked at her.
Hearing me, Juyeon-hee's face flushed bright red. Her lips trembled.
But she didn't say anything. It looked like she'd wanted to retort but held back.
"...Haa..."
Juyeon-hee sat at the table and ate her breakfast. I took a bite of my toast slathered with strawberry jam.
It was perfectly crispy. The golden-brown hue was beautiful. That took skill too.
"I'll head out first."
My aunt finished her breakfast and stood. She was leaving for work earlier than usual. Seemed like she was trying to make herself scarce.
Juyeon-hee hurriedly wolfed down her toast too. She chomped away, gulped down her milk, practically inhaling it.
I stopped her.
"Take your time. You're not late yet."
"...I can't just leave like this. Gotta eat fast if I want to wash up."
"If I wait for you, I'll be late too. Mind if I go ahead today?"
"......"
Juyeon-hee made no secret of her disappointment. She wasn't even trying to hide her feelings.
A real twin brother might not have noticed, but I could. Being practically a third party made it easy to tell.
"...Do whatever."
Juyeon-hee pouted and grumbled. I chuckled, grabbed my bag, and stood.
"Finish eating and leave the dishes in the sink."
I slipped out without waiting for a reply. Headed outside toward the academy.
"Juyeon-woo!"
On the way, I ran into Han-seol. She spotted me and waved, rushing over.
She'd said we had to hide our relationship. But from the looks of it, she had zero intention of doing that.
"Glad I caught you."
"Yeah."
We matched our strides as if meeting up at this time to walk to school together was the most natural thing.
We walked in silence. I had nothing to say to Han-seol, so we just kept going.
The inexplicable awkwardness must've been too much for her, because Han-seol whipped her head around to look at me. Then she spoke up.
"How'd the 4v4 spar go yesterday?"
"Didn't get first. Second place."
"Saw the video that went up. You teamed with A-young, right?"
"A-young? Park A-young?"
A video of the match? Where?
Before I could ask, the topic shifted completely. It was about Park A-young.
Han-seol acted like she knew her.
'Park A-young. Just your average-looking girl.'
Common features. The vague impression you see on girls walking down the street all the time—that was Park A-young.
'Her body's pretty good, though.'
I wasn't particularly interested. She didn't draw me in enough to make the first move.
"Yeah, Park A-young. Kendo club. Same club as me. You didn't know?"
"No clue. Why would I?"
"Oh. A-young works hard. But her skills just don't improve."
Park A-young was at the bottom of C Class. Dead last in theory and practice.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say Class President Mi and I got teamed up thanks to her.
'Even with two top C Classers, she couldn't hold them off. She shat the bed hard.'
A brilliant enemy was one thing, but stupid allies were way tougher.
Talking about Park A-young brought yesterday's 4v4 back to mind.
I vividly recalled swinging my spear freely. And Park A-young trolling hard.
I sighed and said,
"A-young did try her best, though."
"Is that praise?"
Han-seol giggled and asked. I didn't bother answering, but she nodded like she already knew.
"She's been like that since before the academy. Puts in tons of effort, but lacks talent."
Was I imagining the odd glee in Han-seol's voice?
I rolled my eyes sideways and glanced at her face.
"...Poor thing."
Despite her words, Han-seol's expression was nonchalant. Not pitiful at all.
"Seol-ah! Han-seol!"
Then someone called out to Han-seol.
"Juyeon-woo!"
It was a girl who seemed to know me. Park A-young. She spotted us and trotted over to join.
Our eyes met.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Personality settings of the male lead Juyeon-woo from the manga The Loser Friend I Thought Took My Childhood Friend, which you possessed ─ passive, strong sense of compassion, strong paternal instincts, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's top-tier pussy, etc...] I skimmed the message that popped up as expected and closed it. Its meaning was clear.
Sex with Park A-young was all but guaranteed. I naturally scanned her up and down.
"You two are way too obvious, aren't you? Even if everyone pretends not to notice you're dating, it's super obvious from behind."
Park A-young started chattering the moment we met.
She was a head taller than Han-seol. But not taller than me. Han-seol was just short.
'Was it the training clothes yesterday?'
Park A-young was wearing the Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy uniform now. I'd felt the same with Geum Tae-yeon, but the academy uniform had plenty of points that accentuated the figure.
'Those tits and ass are no joke.'
Big. Voluptuous. On par with Geum Tae-yeon. Even without sizing down for a snug fit, her curves stood out boldly.
Some might call it chubby. But to me, those were all pluses.
Proof? My dick was half-hard already.
'Compared to Han-seol.'
Next to Han-seol, every woman felt decent. No matter who, it'd taste better than Han-seol's pussy.
Of course, old ladies, pigs, and the homeless were out. Even against Han-seol, those three would win.
I had to steer clear. Get caught by them, and it'd be game over—the manga's title would flash, and I'd be forced to offer my dick.
"So jealous. I want a childhood friend too."
Park A-young slumped her shoulders and muttered. She looked envious of me and Han-seol's relationship, her face all pouty.
"Most people don't have childhood sweethearts. And it doesn't have to be a childhood friend anyway."
Han-seol bragged in front of Park A-young. Not sure if Park A-young saw it that way. But to me, it looked like showing off.
We quickened our pace. The academy main gate came into view. The discipline committee was stopping cadets.
I recognized a face. Class President Mi.
"Deducting points. Your uniform skirt's too short."
"Give me a break. Getting points for this is ridiculous."
"Then punishment duty. Ten laps around the field, senior."
"...Ugh."
Class President Mi was giving her all as a discipline committee member. Senior or not, if she caught you, no mercy.
"Hey, Mi."
I greeted her on purpose. After yesterday's stuff, I figured she'd react differently.
Sure enough, Class President Mi blushed the moment she saw me.
"...Juyeon-woo, Teacher wants to see you before morning assembly."
"Got it. Thanks for the heads-up."
She couldn't meet my eyes, like she was picturing something lewd.
I smirked and patted her shoulder. A "keep up the good work" kind of touch.
"See you later. I'm off."
Han-seol to A Class, Park A-young to C Class.
Me to the staff room where Eum Ji-hye was.
I opened the staff room door, and teachers' eyes locked on me.
Staff rooms, police stations, faculty offices—places like that always had this oppressive air when you walked in.
Made you feel like you'd done something wrong, got you all nervous for no reason.
I hurried to Eum Ji-hye. She beamed and welcomed me.
"Juyeon-woo, follow Teacher."
Eum Ji-hye led me boldly to the break room.
Teachers' lounge. A space they didn't use much.
There, Eum Ji-hye yanked off her top. Then she threw her shoulders back, thrusting out her breasts.
"Suck."
"...Okay."
"From now on, come find Teacher every morning when you arrive. No need to wait for a summons."
Expressing the breast milk that had built up overnight by mouth. That became my morning routine at the academy.