Chapter 173
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 173
Chapter Title: Club Name Dilemma
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How could the club name...
As I stepped out of the house with Hyejeong seeing me off, that thought crossed my mind.
It's inevitable that we'd recognize each other as attractive members of the opposite sex. That kind of scan takes just one or two seconds.
At first, we were so fixated on our mother-son relationship that we tried to look away from it,
but the pull grew stronger over time...
Living under the same roof, having meals perfectly suited to my taste served up, even sharing the same blanket to sleep—it was probably unavoidable.
We're not in a relationship where we can easily hook up, nor should we be, but I like Hyejeong. I realized that feeling was only growing stronger as I left through the front door.
I wonder if she feels the same...
"Kim Sanghyeok."
Hm?
I'd left the house a bit late, and there was Rachel waiting for me in front of it, standing beside a luxury foreign car.
My little sisters hadn't left yet and were just standing there blankly.
"Shall we go now that your talk is over?"
"What's this? The car?"
Where'd this come from?
"I'll drive you to the academy."
...Is this sidekick perks?
Being the Student Council President's person comes with a lot of nice benefits.
There was no reason to refuse. Sending my little sisters on public transport instead of giving them a ride to the academy was one of my small wishes.
"Can we ride too, Oppa?"
"She said to wait because she'd take Oppa."
"This is Rachel. She serves the Student Council President."
She bowed politely to us.
"I'm Rachel, who attends to Lady Isabella by her side."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Serena."
Stella had already slipped into the back seat.
And like she'd reserved my spot, she patted the leather seat.
"Orabuni! Here."
Alright. Shall I hop in?
Serena came to sit beside me. Rachel took the wheel and soon started driving smoothly.
This is already great. There's something nice about sitting back comfortably.
Serena seemed cautious around the stranger, but Stella naturally snuggled into my lap and rubbed against me.
"Orabuni's treating us so well."
"It's thanks to the President."
"Right? So why is the President doing all this for Orabuni?"
"Well..."
My eyes met Rachel's in the rearview mirror.
"Because Sanghyeok helped capture the worst villain, Xenobia."
"Orabuni, now that you're a third-year, maybe they're asking you to join the Student Council?"
"No way."
Strictly speaking, none of us—me, the Student Council President, or Seridwen—defeated Xenobia.
It was the invincible incarnation that appeared triggered by my death: the Death Collector.
Neither the Collector-chan nor Seridwen cared about the rewards for catching Xenobia, so they went to the President.
She's sharing the spoils, I suppose.
Riding to school comfortably in the car was just plainly nice.
"We've arrived."
I hadn't known the academy had its own paid parking lot.
Looks like quite a few third-years have cars.
"Sanghyeok."
"Yes?"
After we got out, Rachel handed me the keys.
"Why are you giving these to me?"
"This car is a gift from the President to you."
For real?
It didn't feel real. This sleek foreign car is mine?
I'd heard something yesterday about gifting a car, but...
"Do you know how to drive?"
"I do, but I don't have a license."
"In that case..."
Rachel pulled up a panel, fiddled with something, and said,
"Now you can drive it freely."
"I don't know what that was, but impressive."
"We can assign you a chauffeur until graduation if you'd like."
"I'll do it myself. It's for my little sisters anyway."
I wouldn't like a male chauffeur driving them.
I decided to drive it myself and took the keys.
"Thank you."
"I was just delivering Lady Isabella's gift. Have a great day."
As soon as Rachel left, Stella clung to me.
"Orabuni! You'll give us rides too?"
"Yeah. Come here together after school, girls."
"Won't Oppa get tired...?"
"This is man's work."
I threw Serena's words back at her, and she nodded shyly.
"Yeah, Oppa. Take care of us."
Now I have a pumpkin carriage to escort my princesses.
After seeing the two off, I headed to my classroom. I was supposed to hurry, but I took it easy and ended up a bit late.
As I sorted my stuff alone in the locker room, I got this déjà vu, like a scene from before replaying.
Isabella was waiting for me.
Completely different vibe from when she saw me as the academy's disgrace and tried to arrest me.
Seeing her made my heart race—she had such a soft atmosphere.
"Mm."
"Hello, President."
"Did you get home safe yesterday?"
"Yes, thanks to you... And I came comfortably by car today too."
"Good."
......
Silence between us.
What is this! What's with this sweet, tangy atmosphere!!
It felt like my insides were twisting...!!
Isabella was acting shy around me...!
We haven't even hit lovey-dovey max yet?
The busty, beautiful silver-haired Student Council President looked like a bashful bride today.
"What's up? Interest Student procedure?"
"I've marked your class attendance. Come with me for a bit."
The Student Council President's power is amazing...!!
Before, I'd trailed behind her nervously, but today I walked beside her at a brisk pace.
Isabella stole a glance at me, then cleared her throat with a hm-hm.
"Who said you could walk next to me?"
"They said we look like a good-looking couple. Remember what everyone said at our first meeting?"
"......"
She remembers. I could tell from her face.
I casually took Isabella's hand.
"Eek!?"
Isabella jumped back in surprise.
"What are you doing all of a sudden?"
"Didn't like it?"
"I-It was just sudden. Sudden!"
She didn't say she hated it?
I reached out again. The President stared at my hand hard, then finally took it.
Squeeze...
Walking hand-in-hand with the Student Council President feels so good...
"W-Wait. We're going to the principal's office. Walking like this is a bit..."
"Just to the door."
"......"
The flustered President is adorable.
Her hand's so soft too...
We walked down the hall holding hands like lovers.
"What if someone sees?"
"Then let them see."
"You're an interest student, and I'm the supervisor."
Tch-tching away but still holding tight—too cute.
But why the principal's office?
Did I do something wrong? Reviewing, no. Probably Xenobia stuff.
Principal Wilhelm was waiting for me.
We'd walked hand-in-hand all lovey-dovey to the door, but in the principal's office, Isabella switched to stern Student Council President mode.
"I thought you two had gotten close, but you still seem distant."
"......"
"You called for me?"
"Ah. The Xenobia thing—brilliant. It would've been tough without your help, right?"
Ah. Yeah, that's how it is.
No need to even test it—it's the truth.
Precisely, thanks to my authority, but...
"Precisely, thanks to my authority."
"I figured. With your abilities, even brushing Xenobia would be a miracle."
The principal didn't seem to be belittling me.
Just stating facts plainly.
"You got the commendation from the textbook committee, right? Etsol Academy is very grateful to you. You'll keep getting various benefits."
"Thank you."
"It'll reflect in your grade evaluation too, of course. You'll be at least B-rank next time. With effort, even A-rank. That opens up benefits in the workshops too."
"Sounds good."
Time to say goodbye to D-rank Sanghyeok?
"Not updated yet, so still D for now. Bear with it a bit."
...Still D-rank, huh.
"First off, about lifting the shackle I put on you... the interest student process. What do you think?"
"......"
"Funny saying this now, but it was necessary then. Now... well, you know it's not easy running errands for the Student Council President."
If I say I want out, will he free me right away?
I glanced at Isabella's profile.
She was looking straight ahead.
'Would she be upset?'
Interest student means nothing. We can keep meeting without it.
But the time so far hasn't been bad, and there's not much left anyway...
"I'm good like this for now."
Isabella's shoulders twitched like she was startled.
"Why? Don't want to be freed?"
"Far from freed—I'd love to stay like this longer."
"......!"
Wilhelm started laughing like he'd realized something.
"Hahaha!"
"......"
"Oh. What? That's your taste? Sigh. Our academy's Student Council President is exceptionally beautiful."
"......Kim Sanghyeok."
Her low voice saying 'Kim Sanghyeok' didn't scare me anymore.
It felt endearing instead.
"Gotta collect all the interest student stamps. We're almost there."
"Isabella. Aren't you underestimating her? Maybe make the last week rough?"
"I'm already planning to make him regret it right away."
Will I really regret it?
"Leave it as is. I'll collect all the stamps in the next few days."
"Full of spirit. Trust in you has thickened. Heard you signed autographs for young girls during hero activities?"
"......Ah. Yes."
"You're quite popular. Onahole Man—no, Jelly Boy?"
"Doesn't matter..."
But I'd prefer soft ones call me Jelly Boy.
The vulgar world is too much for them yet. Just want to protect them.
"Live your academy life diligently until I call again. No more worries about you."
"Didn't know I was that reliable."
"Then let me say on behalf of our nation: Capturing Xenobia was the people's wish. You helped fulfill it."
......
"Isabella, your evaluation's way up too. Doesn't that erase the one and only blemish in your life?"
"Yes."
"The one and only blemish"
I never thought I'd hear that phrasing from someone other than the President.
Was Xenobia her blemish?
Honestly, from her actions, it seems so.
They're blood siblings? Their personalities are worlds apart—only looks in common.
"You're free to go."
After leaving the principal's office,
Isabella's expression wasn't great. Locking her blood sister in the correction bureau—if she's happy about that, it'd be weird...
"Didn't you say you'd make me regret it?"
I squeezed Isabella's hand tight.
"Ah... Right. You dare mock Etsol's Student Council President?"
The thorns are gone from how she talks to me now. No real threat of punishment if I mess up.
That's long gone.
So I could smile even when she nagged.
"Follow me. Still have somewhere to take you."
"Where?"
I followed the President to a building I'd never seen.
She opened one of the doors inside. It was an empty room. About 10 pyeong?
There were traces of previous use—chairs, table, dresser...
"What's this place?"
"The academy club room assigned to you after the exchange match."
"Club room?"
"B-rank."
Club rooms have ranks too...?
"Decide what club it'll be. Use it freely."
"......"
An indoor space in the academy I can hang out in?
Sex vibes...
Guess I've caught up to En-chan now.
"What club would be good?"
"You're an interest student now. You're in the Infinite Fighting Club."
"......Infinite Fighting?"
"You fought there every day, right?"
The club name is cursed...
"Finish interest student, then make your own club or transfer the rights."
"No idea what to make..."
Ears Club?
"As long as you fill the members, anything goes."
"......Personality Excretion Club?"
Short for Inbaedong.
Not even In-gyeupdong—Inbaedong. Even I think it's funny...
I averted my eyes from the President's face.
"Sorry."
"No... You can."
"Your look just now didn't say that..."
"I just don't get your sense."
"Well, the only club activity I could do is Onahole Club..."
At 'Onahole Club', the President burst out.
"Pfft!"
"......Does this sense click? Want me to make an Onahole Club?"
"Heh, hehehe... Stop. Stop..."
I whispered in the ear of the President, who turned away covering her mouth and chuckling.
"Onahole Man's Onahole Club..."
"Ngh..."
She was on the verge of laughing to tears.
Onahole Club's good, but Inbaedong's solid too. Great ring when shortened.
Onahole Club might attract male academy students using real onaholes, but Personality Excretion Club? 'What? Some psycho made this?'
"I'll go with Inbaedong."
Time to bring the Onahole Squad.