Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Efforts to Win the Bet with the Shady Teacher (1)
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During the weekdays, I got up earlier than Aunt or Juyeon-hee to prepare breakfast.
This was tied to Juyeon-woo's character setting as well, something I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to. It was an absolute must-do.
That said, it wasn't particularly inconvenient. If I just sprawled out in bed, my body would get up on its own and head to the kitchen.
There was no reason for me to struggle.
I was sleepy, sure, but whatever. Once I forced myself to move, the drowsiness faded before I knew it. Then off to the academy.
Today's vibe was different. Aunt, who usually showed up around the time breakfast was ready, came out to the living room early.
A smile bloomed on Aunt's lips. The moment she saw me, her laughter bubbled up.
"Did you sleep well?"
"……."
I clamped my mouth shut. Replying here didn't feel like something Juyeon-woo would do, so I held my tongue.
No matter how much he cared for family, Juyeon-woo wouldn't just brush off last night's events so casually.
'My deduction seems about right.'
My body hadn't taken control away from me. That meant my reaction was spot on.
"I slept so well, thanks to you, Yeon-woo."
I shot a glare at Aunt's sly words and let out a sigh.
Her face definitely looked brighter. Seems like sex with her nephew had been weighing on her mind.
'Was it pent-up lust from not having sex that's the torment... or the guilt from actually doing it...?'
Only Aunt knew the truth.
Either way, she'd crossed a line. Not just rape, but another kind—redefining our family bonds.
Aunt sidled up and patted my butt.
"I'm so happy you've grown up so well, Yeon-woo. You've never given me any trouble since you were little..."
Her hand, patting my butt, grew bolder. It started kneading lewdly.
I firmly swatted her hand away.
"...Just because it's allowed doesn't mean you can go wild."
"Oh?"
Aunt pulled her hand back. She didn't seem interested in forcing me with sheer strength.
"Then should we set specific times when it's okay? We didn't really talk about it yesterday."
"...Only at night, when Yeon-hee's asleep."
I pretended to think it over before answering. Aunt nodded as if she'd expected it.
Thinking about it, we wouldn't have time outside of nights anyway.
I had the academy, and Aunt had hero duties. With her recent overtime, even nights might be rare.
"Got it. I'll only come to you when Juyeon-hee's asleep."
A sound came from outside the kitchen. Juyeon-hee had woken up and entered the living room.
Aunt quickly withdrew her hand. It was over in an instant. As expected of a hero—her reflexes were unreal.
"Huh? Aunt, you're up already?"
Juyeon-hee wandered into the living room, oblivious. She widened her eyes at Aunt, who was up earlier than usual.
"How early is it? I usually get up around now too. You two are acting weird."
Aunt responded naturally to Juyeon-hee and slipped out of the kitchen. From Juyeon-hee's view, the island counter hid whatever Aunt had been doing.
She just tilted her head in confusion. Nothing more—she couldn't react without knowing the situation.
No way her twin brother and aunt were hooking up. It was beyond Juyeon-hee's imagination right now.
A light breakfast. As we sat at the table, Aunt tossed out a casual remark.
"We should go out to eat as a 'family' sometimes. Sound good?"
"……."
Juyeon-hee's lips twitched up for a split second. She seemed excited about eating out. Though probably more thrilled about the scraps for Kong.
Aunt was the same.
"Eating out sounds great. I'm fine with it."
The two women, who couldn't care less about dining out, exchanged sly smiles. From my perspective, it was utterly ridiculous.
After breakfast, we headed to the academy.
Before homeroom, I stopped by Eum Ji-hye for some milk-sucking. Lunch with Han-seol. Afternoon, gave Geum Tae-yeon the dick. My schedule was packed with women eager to enjoy my body.
Not bad at all. My body's stamina was top-tier in this world—insatiable, no matter how much I did.
My brain was wired weird too; sex thoughts popped up constantly.
Among them, Geum Tae-yeon was the best. Her looks and figure were top-notch, but her pussy was on another level.
Hot and tight. It felt like it was made to milk cocks. Insertion satisfaction was unmatched.
'Wanna dump Han-seol and become Geum Tae-yeon's exclusive dick.'
But I couldn't. My role was NTR manga hero. I shone because of Han-seol.
"Hm..."
Today, I headed to the cadet training grounds. After handling Geum Tae-yeon in the clubroom, I stayed behind voluntarily.
"Nice facilities. Taxes really are the best."
Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy got massive state funding. Clans and corporations sponsored generously too.
Every facility was top-class.
From basic strength machines to mana-training rooms where you could swing freely. Nothing was missing.
If a gym like this existed in the real world, membership would cost over ten million won a year easy.
"Huh? Juyeon-woo?"
I changed and entered the training grounds. A cadet greeted me right away.
Fortunately, a familiar face.
"Park A-young."
Park A-young was one of C Class's bottom-rankers. And in the kendo club with Han-seol.
Kendo practice was scheduled today—why was she here? I eyed her questioningly.
Catching my gaze, she scratched her head awkwardly and answered.
"Kendo club's not training right now. Well, more like only the top cadets are. Like Seol."
"Ah."
No need to explain. They were ramping up for the Hero Tournament.
I hadn't heard from Han-seol, but it was obvious.
"And you?"
"Me? Obviously cut."
"You don't seem bothered."
"Eh, not just me. Among first-years, only Seol trains with the seniors anyway. Rest of us fend for ourselves... something about leaking strategies."
Park A-young grinned and shrugged. I scanned her up and down.
Even in baggy gym clothes, her volume was obvious. Breasts rivaling Eum Ji-hye's stood out.
'...Face isn't my type, though.'
Not outside my strike zone, either.
'Compared to second-year seniors, she's a goddess.'
Got raped by second-year seniors and awakened. Unless totally busted, I could hit it now.
Beyond surviving deep kisses with Han-seol—I could even find her cute. No need for long explanations.
'She has her own NTR manga too. We'll fuck eventually. Even without my effort.'
What was it again? As I recalled, the info surfaced.
[Personality settings for male heroine Juyeon-woo from the NTR manga you possessed, 'The Loser Friend I Thought Took My Childhood Friend' ─ Passive, strong compassion, strong paternal instincts, extremely vulnerable to threats, world's best pussy, etc...]
In Park A-young's manga, the protagonist was Han-seol. NTR protags always got cucked—no perks there.
'Strong compassion, strong paternal instincts. Obvious.'
Park A-young wouldn't pounce first.
'Already feels pitiful.'
Mind control. I freely adjusted my emotions.
I hated the kendo club for ditching her.
"...Kendo club's too much."
"Huh?"
"Kicking members out and not even letting them watch? That's saying they don't trust us."
"Ah."
Info leak. Gotta block it.
Not everyone in clubs was single-club loyal. Few buried themselves in kendo.
Logically, I got the club's side.
But right now, I wasn't thinking logically.
'How lonely must our A-young have been, swinging her wooden sword alone...'
Imagining her training solo, then spotting a familiar face and approaching with a bright smile...
'Tears welling up!'
Not quite.
Despite my 'empathy,' Park A-young brushed it off casually.
"It's natural. From kendo club's view..."
"Still."
"Their training's intense anyway. I like it comfy here."
Park A-young looked around the training grounds. Cadets training solo, ignoring her.
"Do a bit and leave—no one's nagging."
"……."
So laid-back. Park A-young seemed to genuinely enjoy her aimless, leisurely time-wasting.
'...She'll crash on her own later.'
Endless downfall for Park A-young—Juyeon-woo would comfort her then. With his body.
I'd wait for that.
"If you're okay with it, nothing for me to say."
"Still feels nice... a guy taking my side..."
Park A-young smiled awkwardly and mumbled on. Barely audible.
But I got the gist.
"Jealous of Seol."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."