Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Seeing the Teacher's Smartphone Screen Made My Head Spin (1)
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The road to the academy was nothing special. Aside from Juyeon-hee walking a good distance away while stealing glances at me, that is.
Cadets in the same uniforms lined the path, walking along.
'Everyone's got such a different vibe.'
What even is a hero? I'd searched it up diligently last night.
And from that, I learned that heroes were something close to superpowered beings.
More precisely, humans who used superpowers for good purposes were collectively called heroes.
On the flip side, those who wielded superpowers for evil ends were villains, or baddies as they're commonly known.
Heroes stop villains. In this world, that was just common sense.
The Hero Cultivation Academy was an institution—a breeding ground—for raising such heroes.
And I was a cadet enrolled in one of those institutions.
'What a pain, even in this trashy worldview.'
It had all these elaborate backstory elements slapped on. Made it all the more pathetic.
"Juyeon-woo!"
Lost in my thoughts as I walked alone, someone called out from behind.
I turned toward the voice and saw a familiar female cadet waving as she ran over.
It was Han-seol. Juyeon-woo's childhood friend and girlfriend.
I'd never seen her in person before, but she felt oddly familiar for some reason. Probably because I'd gotten a preview of her face from the blackmail video Geum Tae-yeon showed me yesterday.
"Hey, Seol-ah."
I greeted Han-seol naturally. There was that whole setup about her being pissed at me since yesterday, but I brushed it off.
Didn't seem important—the body didn't even try to wrest control away from me.
Han-seol beamed innocently and asked about Juyeon-hee.
"Did Yeon-hee head off first again?"
"Yeah, seemed like she didn't want to walk together."
Probably not sincere. Recalling that masturbation show she put on last night, Juyeon-hee clearly wasn't rejecting Juyeon-woo out of dislike.
'She's just not being honest.'
Relationships like that make it hard to open up.
I got where Juyeon-hee was coming from. It was easy to understand since it followed the classic NTR plot of stealing someone's sister or little sister.
Han-seol tilted her head quizzically.
"It'd be nice if you two walked together. Why's she going alone?"
Something only an outsider clueless to Juyeon-hee's feelings could say. I let it go in one ear and out the other.
I shot Han-seol a side-eye, scanned her appearance, and let out a quiet sigh she wouldn't hear.
'...Han-seol's kinda meh.'
Purely on looks, the gap was so wide it felt unfair to even compare her to Geum Tae-yeon.
If Geum Tae-yeon was a perfect 10, Han-seol wouldn't even hit 3. That's how much she fell short.
She was average, sure, if you wanted to be generous.
But in this world where genders were flipped, average girls held no value anymore. You wouldn't touch them even if they were free.
'Why's Juyeon-woo dating Han-seol? Did she have some dirt on him?'
It was baffling.
Understanding Juyeon-hee's feelings felt easier than grasping Juyeon-woo's tastes.
"At least you look okay. That's a relief."
"Huh?"
"...I thought you were mad at me because of yesterday."
Han-seol, who'd been watching me carefully as we walked, let out a relieved breath.
I smirked and gave her the response she wanted to hear.
"I've even gotten offers from clans. Gotta work harder now."
"Really?"
"Yeah. They say first year at the academy is the growth phase for heroes. Perfect time to hone my skills."
"...Thanks for understanding, Juyeon-woo."
Han-seol blushed as she thanked me.
Her shy act just made her even less appealing for some reason.
I'd heard looks-ism was bad, but it wasn't that easy to ignore.
Guess I was trash through and through. The kind who didn't care about personality or effort—just judged by appearance.
What kind of personality did Juyeon-woo from Boy's Corruption have?
From what I remembered, he was passive, introverted, and a chronic worrier.
'Juyeon-woo doesn't care about looks. Or at least, not much.'
Proof positive: he was dating Han-seol right now. He clearly prioritized other things over appearance.
'Worries a lot too... Not a super helpful trait.'
Worrying doesn't solve what'll sort itself out anyway. And what won't get fixed despite worry stays broken no matter what. So no point worrying.
But this body would probably fret anyway. Make trouble for itself.
For example, giving in to Geum Tae-yeon's blackmail and offering up his body.
'Only Juyeon-woo suffers from it.'
Problems with Han-seol weren't something Juyeon-woo could fix anymore. His era of cheering her on had passed.
Mountains are mountains, rivers are rivers.
'Winners win.'
The body needed to realize that.
Eh, even if it did, it'd probably pretend not to know and whine anyway.
I clicked my tongue inwardly and quickened my pace. As we neared the academy's main gate, a commotion reached my ears.
"Hey, you there!"
A cadet with the bright red armband exclusive to the disciplinary committee grabbed another cadet. Mostly those with sloppy uniforms got nabbed.
Screeech—!
Whistles blew, fingers pointed. Even the rough-looking cadets surprisingly obeyed the disciplinary committee.
Geum Tae-yeon was among them.
One committee member confronted her.
"Why'd you shorten your skirt like that?"
"Long skirts feel stuffy. It's not like short skirts kill you."
"It's the rules! The length is regulated. Your underwear's showing, for crying out loud."
"What if I wanna show it off?"
Geum Tae-yeon was dressed much like yesterday. Her skirt barely clung to her hips, blatantly exposing her thong and pussy mound in that bizarre getup.
A feast for my eyes, but the other cadets weren't thrilled. Some actively avoided her.
"...Why does she have to dress like that?"
Han-seol was no different. She frowned and glared at Geum Tae-yeon.
Pure instinct to wary of delinquents.
The committee member continued.
"That's a demerit point. Geum Tae-yeon, second year—already at 10 points? How long since classes started...! Your posture's way too sloppy. You should take some pride in being an Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy cadet."
"I got pride."
"Then why act like this? It's embarrassing! Embarrassing!"
Obviously, it didn't faze her.
The female committee member slapped a demerit on Geum Tae-yeon and ordered disciplinary laps.
Geum Tae-yeon sighed and started jogging the field. Plenty of other cadets were already running.
Han-seol muttered while eyeing Geum Tae-yeon's slow jog, ass cheeks fully on display.
"Can't she just wear her uniform properly? Why shorten it like that? Makes no sense."
Han-seol took pride in being an academy cadet. She cherished the uniform itself.
So customizations like that rubbed her the wrong way.
"Right, Juyeon-woo?"
"Huh? Yeah. Totally."
After trash-talking Geum Tae-yeon nonstop, Han-seol finally asked for my take.
I tossed her the vague agreement she wanted. No sincerity, but it'd satisfy her.
My eyes met Geum Tae-yeon's as she circled the field.
My head turned away on reflex. Dodging eye contact was the right move right now.
"See you later, Juyeon-woo."
Han-seol was in A Class, me in C Class. We changed to indoor shoes at the central entrance and parted ways in the hallway.
Finally free of Han-seol. My steps felt lighter.
Slide—.
I opened the classroom door. C Class cadets' eyes locked onto me. Kinda overwhelming.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Personality settings of Juyeon-woo, the male heroine of the manga Boy's Corruption you've possessed ─ passive, introverted, shy, chronic worrier, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's greatest pussy, etc...] I slipped in through the back door, and the manga title updated.
At home, it had been My Brother Clings to Mother, but after arriving at the academy, it refreshed.
The details shifted slightly too. Personality varied by setting.
I let the body's instincts take over. Juyeon-woo found his seat on his own.
Mine was third row from the back. Not the very end, two seats up. Close to the center.
"You catch the champs last night? We didn't lose, right?"
"What'd they say today's class is? Practical?"
"Finally hit gold. My team's such trash, kept feeding kills—pissed me off."
The cadets chattered about yesterday's events in little groups.
I couldn't jump in. Too busy listening and analyzing their talk.
'Today's class is practical combat.'
Having just possessed this body, I knew zilch. Basically screwed.
The dismal setup just drew a sigh from me.
"Good morning, kids."
Time flew, and our homeroom teacher walked in.
Our homeroom teacher was a woman.
She stood at the lectern with the attendance book.
The moment I saw her, a chime rang in my ear.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Personality settings of Juyeon-woo, the male heroine of Virgin Teacher Until Thirty Awakens Hypnosis you've possessed ─ passive, introverted, diligent, weak to hypnosis, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's greatest pussy, etc...] So the teacher's got hypnosis powers, huh. Just straightforward like that.