Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: The Twin Sister Passes the Baton, but Aunt Eats the Rice Cake (5)
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I was under hypnosis. Since I planned to fully enjoy this gender-reversed world to my heart's content, most of the suggestions were pretty meaningless anyway.
'Eum Ji-hye's on the acceptable side.'
Objectively speaking, she wasn't the type you could call pretty.
A vague impression, eyes that looked a bit vacant—on a scale of ten, maybe a 5.5 at best.
The kind of girl that makes you think, 'Hey, a guy like me could probably score with her.' If this weren't a gender-reversed world, Eum Ji-hye would've been super popular with men.
'And those tits are huge.'
Women's breasts have a certain power. The kind that makes you happy just by looking.
Why else do parents always say, 'Just looking at it fills you up'?
Eum Ji-hye's rack had that exact power. Seriously, staring at them made me feel like I could blow my load right then and there.
I had every right to enjoy those tits however I wanted. I was the guy she allowed it with.
Even if it was hypnosis. The reins of our relationship had firmly shifted to me.
"If I make it to the Hero Tournament quarterfinals, you'll let me go bareback creampie?"
But bareback creampies were off-limits. She flat-out refused unless it was a safe day.
Pregnancy anxiety was the culprit.
Eum Ji-hye usually insisted on condoms. In your typical hypnosis NTR manga, mindless creampies were the gold standard. But on ovulation day? She always brought protection.
That very Eum Ji-hye had proposed a bet. It stemmed from her worry that the incident might've left me with some trauma.
Despite what happened today, it was her way of saying, 'Don't get scared—keep pushing hard.'
'Trauma? What a joke.'
I was completely unfazed. Hell, I was so fine it was almost problematic—made her concern look ridiculous.
"Teacher?"
Ever since she brought up bareback creampies, all I could see was Eum Ji-hye's womb. My gaze was blatantly locked on her lower belly.
She shuddered, sensing my stare.
"If I really make it to the quarterfinals, you'll let me do a bareback creampie? Even on ovulation day?"
"...O-on ovulation day? No... that's too risky."
She'd even used the Hypnosis App on herself. What the hell was she so scared of?
Wasn't the whole point using it with the resolve to wreck her life if she got knocked up?
'I already popped her cherry.'
It was absurd from my perspective.
"Teacher, bareback creampies only mean something on ovulation day. What's the point if it's just a safe day?"
"...Why do you want to cum inside your teacher so bad, Yeon-woo?"
"Because I love you."
She was under hypnosis. So I could say it straight-up without shame.
Eum Ji-hye's face flushed red.
"Is it wrong to want to impregnate the person you love, Teacher?"
"...It's not wrong, but..."
In this world, guys avoid creampies. Women are the ones begging for it inside.
I was the opposite. Just the hypnosis excuse alone had me dying to pump my seed into Eum Ji-hye's womb.
She seemed hesitant about bareback on a dangerous day. Even if she desperately wanted to motivate me, the risk felt too high.
Couldn't give her time to think here. Had to press the attack.
I slumped my shoulders, putting on a pitiful act. Made a sulky face full of hurt feelings.
Then I looked at Eum Ji-hye.
"...Fine. No bareback on ovulation day."
Her eyes trembled faintly. Meeting my gaze seemed to shake her emotions.
Using the Hypnosis App didn't completely rewrite her personality.
Even if I'd used coercive means, lifelong singleton Eum Ji-hye still craved those sweet romantic moments.
And I was the type fully willing to exploit that.
"...Okay. If that's what Yeon-woo wants."
"Really?"
"But I'll change the bet terms. Quarterfinals in the Hero Tournament gets you bareback creampie on a safe day. Semifinals..."
Eum Ji-hye swallowed hard before continuing.
"...on a dangerous day. B-b-bareback creampie."
Forcing down the twitch at the corner of her mouth, I nodded.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The one-on-one spars continued into the afternoon. C Class cadets gathered at the training grounds, swinging their weapons nonstop.
They rotated partners as long as their stamina held out.
"My gym clothes are all torn up, you bastard."
"Just get new ones. What's the problem?"
"New stuff's uncomfortable at first. Clothes need breaking in, like shoes."
The academy's welfare for cadets was top-notch. Probably no other cadets in Korea got as much support as we did.
Gym clothes? Unlimited supply. Any consumables—just ask the academy, and they'd hook you up quick.
In exchange, become a hero and devote yourself to Korea, of course...
'Honestly, hero perks aren't bad. If you're gonna be a hero anyway, might as well stay in Korea.'
No real reason to go overseas unless some foreign clan made an offer.
I planned to stick around Korea too. Even if foreign clans came knocking.
"Good work, everyone."
Eum Ji-hye dismissed C Class. No end-of-day ceremony—just sent them off.
I grabbed my bag from the classroom and headed out. On the way, I ran into Han-seol.
We'd only exchanged a few words at lunch, but it felt like ages since I'd seen her.
Not that I was thrilled or anything.
"How's the vibe in C Class?"
Han-seol asked slyly. Was she fishing for intel? I shot her a suspicious look.
"You gonna make it into the Hero Tournament?"
"Ah."
Not about C Class atmosphere. Han-seol was more curious about me than class gossip.
Could Juyeon-woo really compete in the Hero Tournament?
"Not bad so far."
"First-years need top 20. Anything less is risky."
Academies nationwide send cadets. Regional quotas take a big chunk, so even Infinite Academy had it tough.
'All practical, no theory.'
The Hero Tournament boiled down to combat. In one-on-one fights, book smarts meant zilch.
That's why entry scores and participant lists often didn't match up.
"Top 20 should be doable, right?"
First-year total: 200 cadets. Top 20 was upper 10%—pure combat power.
Honestly, no clue. I didn't know the other classes' strengths.
I just knew my body could stab a spear decently. Beyond that? Nada.
Hard to be confident.
Han-seol beamed at me, her voice teasing.
"Feeling confident?"
"Not confident, but... hmm."
I had to enter the Hero Tournament. No dropping out allowed.
Had to grit my teeth through training. Pour every spare moment in, claw my way to semis somehow.
'Not looking to marry Eum Ji-hye or anything. But damn, I'm curious.'
Pure curiosity about knocking up a woman fueled my drive.
Han-seol stared at my face, then nodded with a satisfied smile. Like she'd seen something good.
"Your eyes look determined. I can see the will to win."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I was worried, but glad you're good."
"......"
The C training ground fiasco must've spread everywhere. Even oblivious Han-seol was concerned—safe to say the whole academy knew.
"I'm fine. For real."
Totally unscathed. Wasn't even me who got hurt.
No guilt whatsoever. Knew my body acted on its own, so it was cool.
Just wrote it off as necessary NTR plot progression.
Other women apparently felt differently.
"Heading home today? Right now?"
"Yeah."
"I'm doing kendo club after."
"You're grinding hard. Hero Tournament?"
"...Why ask the obvious?"
Her reply was slow. Took a sec to process my question.
Once she did, Han-seol let out an exasperated chuckle.
"Okay, got it. I've been holding you back."
"Not really."
"Nah. Go-home club should bounce quick. Gotta let club activities start."
Conversation with Han-seol ended there. I shoved her off gently and turned away.
She waved and headed to kendo club.
"......"
Even on the way home, I stayed vigilant.
Kept watch for strangers who might kidnap me. Ever since those ugly chicks, I was always like this.
'...Pigs. Horrifying.'
NTR manga feature all sorts. Prime example: Geum Tae-yang types.
Old geezers and middle-aged dudes pop up plenty.
Handsome middle-aged? Tolerable. But mostly grotesque.
Swap 'em for women? Nightmare fuel. Had to avoid at all costs.
Got home safely, cautious as ever. Dropped my bag, changed clothes.
My body didn't rest a wink. When alone, it had to finish all the housework.
That was its personality—obsessed with getting it done.
Finished cleaning and laundry before Juyeon-hee got back from club. Dinner prep could wait till she arrived.
Beep beep beep beep—!
Someone punching the front door lock code. Obviously Juyeon-hee.
I padded out barefoot to greet her.
"Oppa!"
"...What's that?."
"What else? Chicken!"
"......"
The forced cheer hit like a truck.
'She really knows everything.'
The C training ground incident. Seemed like no one was in the dark.