Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Back to School
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First impressions are everything, as they say.
Standing in front of the mirror, Choi Si-hyeok knew that fact all too well.
As the son of a famous guild master, he'd attended plenty of formal events.
"Hmm."
Welcoming the new semester, he took extra care with his appearance to leave the best possible impression.
He wore the academy uniform neatly, styled his hair perfectly, and even spritzed on some high-end brand perfume.
"Damn, that guy looks good."
With his narcissistic streak, he turned his head side to side, a satisfied smile on his face.
Strictly speaking, this wouldn't be his first meeting with the girl he wanted to impress.
But days like New Year's or the start of a new semester served as key turning points for everyone.
I'll quit smoking this year for sure.
I'll study hard this semester.
They were perfect excuses for fresh resolutions.
Choi Si-hyeok, too, hoped to ride that fresh breeze of "newness" to reshape his relationship with Cynthia—or at least his image in her eyes.
He wanted to make a great first impression this new semester.
"Perfect."
With all preparations complete, Choi Si-hyeok stepped out of the single-family home he'd recently bought.
Click.
He didn't have much time to spare, so his new pad(?) was still pretty barren.
He hadn't moved in all the furniture yet.
Even so, he loved the empty space.
"The house is a bit rundown. Maybe remodel it this week."
He gave the place another look and nodded shortly.
'Who would've thought this was Woo-chin's house of all things.'
When he'd learned the seller's name from a certain guild executive, he'd nearly passed out from shock.
Looking back now, though, it felt like fate.
"Retarded fuck."
Choi Si-hyeok smirked, chuckling at Kang Woojin for handing over the house on a silver platter.
'Practically holding a ritual to hand over his childhood friend.'
After this house, his next conquest went without saying: Cynthia.
It had cost him a pretty penny, but it was a price he could easily bear.
If it meant getting Cynthia.
If it meant making her— with her extraordinary awakening ability— his own.
'Not just her power, but her looks are totally my type.'
He wanted to stain that innocently pure face of hers with ecstasy.
He'd fallen for her at first sight.
With her surprisingly ample breasts and sensual figure, he couldn't wait to see what face she'd make once she discovered pleasure.
Harboring such twisted desires, Choi Si-hyeok set off.
Step.
Choi Si-hyeok had absolute faith that his plan was proceeding smoothly.
Ding dong!
Right up until he rang Cynthia's doorbell.
"You're Sia's friend from last night. Did you enjoy the rice cakes? Here to walk to school with Sia today?"
Cynthia's mother opened the door and spoke in her calm, elegant tone.
The middle-aged woman, well past her forties, looked far younger than expected—clearly where Cynthia got her genes.
"Yes. Hello, ma'am."
Facing her, Choi Si-hyeok played the perfect polite student.
Something about how Cynthia must get her beauty from her mom.
He knew exactly how to win over adults and showered her with flattery to score points.
But.
His lecherous mask cracked in an instant.
"Pardon? Sia already left?"
Choi Si-hyeok blurted out in disbelief.
"Yes, quite a while ago. What a shame."
His carefully laid plan crumbled just like that.
And that was the beginning.
Of Choi Si-hyeok's academy life starting to go off the rails.
'...Fuck.'
Missing his "walk to school with the neighbor girl" event, Choi Si-hyeok trudged to the academy in defeat.
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While Choi Si-hyeok, who'd shelled out 5 billion, wasn't getting his money's worth.
"Slurp... smack..."
A lewd atmosphere hung thick in Kang Woojin's officetel.
"Kiss, smooch..."
From early morning, Cynthia diligently sucked Kang Woojin's cock, honoring their promise.
"Slurrrp! Pwah...!"
Her skills much improved, she kept up the morning fellatio, jerking him off briskly with her pale hand as she spoke.
"Get up already, Woojin-ah. We'll be late..."
Unlike her urgency, Kang Woojin was utterly relaxed.
"Yawwwn. What's wrong with being a little late?"
"Nooo. Like I said before, attendance is important."
Kang Woojin pulled the suddenly whiny girl into a tight hug, dragging out the moment.
"Eek!"
She didn't seem to hate it, letting out a short moan and melting into his arms without resistance.
Pat pat pat—.
Even so, she never let go of the cock in her hand, keeping up the handjob admirably. Kang Woojin found her all the more impressive for it.
Stroke.
Kang Woojin gazed down at Cynthia with the warmest eyes and stroked her hair.
"Mmm. At this rate, we'll be late..."
"We've still got about an hour."
"Even so, we need time to wash up and eat..."
"Hm, guess we should hurry then?"
Releasing her, Kang Woojin nodded meaningfully toward his crotch.
"Yeah, we should."
Cynthia nodded vigorously, adjusted her position, and settled back between his legs.
Perfectly in sync.
"Haaah... mmm... kiss..."
Cynthia continued the fellatio to take care of his morning wood.
"Slurp... smack, smack..."
Bobbing her head up and down, she sucked his cock diligently.
She occasionally checked his reactions, fondling his balls and nipples.
"Feel good?"
With his cock still in her mouth, Cynthia asked.
"Slurp. Cum quick."
She urged him on, trying to make him finish fast.
But Kang Woojin remained leisurely.
"Next time, should I call Harin over to do it together?"
He teased her mischievously by bringing up Yoo Harin.
"Slurrrp... smack..."
Cynthia shook her head vigorously while deepthroating him.
"Kiss."
Then she sucked even harder.
She took his balls in her mouth and rolled them around, or licked the shaft from base to tip with her whole tongue.
Bottom to top.
Top to bottom again.
Her small lips traveled up and down his cock before she swallowed it deep into her throat.
"Gulp! Gack!"
In reward for her deepthroat efforts, his thick cock soon erupted with semen.
Splurt!
Cynthia's eyes widened for a split second.
"Guh! Mmph! Mm!"
But she kept her mouth sealed, gulping it down bit by bit with bobs of her throat.
"Haa... haaa..."
Finishing her morning routine, Cynthia caught her breath, her face slightly flushed as she asked.
"Good... right? I did well...?"
Her shy smile stirred his lust anew, but he saved the fun of fucking her for later.
"Yeah, it was good."
"You won't call Harin, right?"
"We'll see."
"What?! Promise you won't call her quick!"
She pouted cutely, punching his chest with balled fists.
"Or I won't do this anymore!"
Kang Woojin chuckled at her words.
"Guess I'll just ask Harin then."
"What?! You jerk! Sorry!"
Her punches packed a bit more force, but they didn't hurt.
"Anyway, I'll get ready now. Attendance is important, right?"
Kang Woojin quickly prepared for school.
Compared to his old house, the officetel was cozy and compact, but it had everything he needed.
"Hey, Woojin-ah."
Mid-breakfast, Cynthia spoke up hesitantly with a cautious expression.
"Yeah? What?"
"Do you... like Harin...?"
"Not like I hate her."
"Th-then, do you wanna date her or something...?"
She fidgeted with her feet, unable to stay still.
Sudden silence fell over the table.
Kang Woojin's thoughtful look only amplified her anxiety, regret for asking plain on her face.
"No, nothing like that."
After a long pause, Kang Woojin shook his head.
"Ah..."
Cynthia let out a secret sigh of relief, patting her chest.
"I'm not planning on dating for a while."
He shrugged in front of her.
It was originally a line from the original Choi Si-hyeok.
Or more precisely, standard playboy fare.
"More like I can't. Got stuff I wanna do."
But he had his reasons, and couldn't tie himself to one woman.
"Stuff?"
"Yeah. Important stuff. I'll tell you later, okay?"
"Okay..."
Cynthia licked her lips nervously, her face a mix of emotions.
"Still... kinda sucks we can't date..."
It was a relief he had no romantic feelings for Yoo Harin or other girls—but disappointing that she was included in that.
'...Huh?'
And not just that.
'Wait, did he just indirectly dump me?'
Her thoughts spiraled, shadowing her face.
As if reading her mind, Kang Woojin spoke up.
"Let's take it slow."
"..."
"Slow."
"Ah, y-yeah..."
Their physical relationship had raced ahead, but an emotional gap remained between them.
"I-I can wait."
She liked him far more than he liked her, for one.
"But don't make me wait too long..."
More than Kang Woojin liked Cynthia.
"And don't get too close with other girls."
Before she could just make it a done deal.
Before kidnapping him.
She swallowed those words and forced a smile.
'She's almost completely fallen.'
Replying to her smile, Kang Woojin promptly set a gift box on the table.
"What's that?"
"Bought it for you, Sia."
"A gift?"
"Yeah. Got it along with Harin's the other day."
"You got Harin a gift too?"
"Like I said, she helped me out while you were training at the bureau. This is payback."
"I see."
"Open it. Yours is way better—and pricier."
At his words, Cynthia unwrapped the box.
It was her first gift from him, leaving her a bit tense.
'Come to think of it, maybe some snacks when we were little kids.'
Her heart pounded with half nervousness, half excitement.
But upon seeing the gift, a question mark popped up over her head before joy.
"Wh-what is this? Woojin-ah...?"
It was a gift beyond imagination.
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Stella Academy's main gate.
Not ancient history, but it had some years on it, welcoming us warmly.
Step.
Cynthia and I crossed the campus quietly. The moment we entered the main building, she spoke up.
"See you later, Woojin-ah..."
Her cheeks flushed pink, she crossed her legs awkwardly before hurrying off to the Hunter Class in quick steps.
Smirk.
I smiled at her adorable retreating figure and checked my direction.
'General advancement class is which way again.'
I'd only been here once, at the closing ceremony.
The way was a bit confusing. Especially since I was still adjusting to this world back then.
Bustle bustle.
Various students brushed past my statue-still form.
"Hey, did you see that just now?"
"Yeah, fucking gorgeous. That was the class rep from Advancement 1, right?"
The boys' comments about Cynthia rang out especially loud.
My Sia is pretty cute, yeah.
"She was always pretty, but doesn't she feel... different somehow?"
"You too? I thought the same."
"More seductive? Like she's got this aura..."
"Her tits look bigger too, right? Maybe just me."
"Fuck, wanna grope 'em once..."
I didn't care to hear that far, so I lightly stirred my mana.
"Agh?! Shit!"
"Wh-what?!"
"...My eyes! My eyes!"
"What the hell?"
"Fuck if I know! Bug in my eye or something!"
The nameless boys wailed in pain as they staggered away.
I started walking too.
Following a few familiar faces, I luckily found the classroom quick.
Slide!
The moment I entered, an unexpected silence fell.
"...?"
Students' stares poured in, of course.
What the? Suddenly.
Wondering if something was on my face, I wiped it casually and took my seat.
Thud.
Right then.
"...Hey, you're Woojin, right?"
The girl with twin braids—probably the class vice rep, glasses and all—approached and asked.
"Yeah. Who else? Why?"
I answered nonchalantly.
"F-for real?!"
Starting with the wide-eyed glasses girl, the whole class erupted in chatter.
"Whoa, fuck! Real Kang Woojin?!"
"Can't even recognize him!"
"See? Told you."
"Dude's a total jackpot now. Scratching the lottery."
Complete opposite from the closing ceremony.
A few students who'd been whispering from afar even plopped down next to me, acting buddy-buddy.
"Yo, Woojin-ah. What happened over break?"
"You hit the gym? Which one?"
"Haircut makes you look like a whole new person."
"Total glow-up. Heartbreak or what?"
Heartbreak my ass—total opposite.
Basking in the unexpected attention, I scratched my head.
Sia had always liked me no matter my looks, so she never commented much on it.
Harin had given some sorta compliment when we met, but given our relationship then, she wouldn't make this big a fuss.
Those were the two I'd seen most over break, so the current vibe left me baffled.
'All ignored me when I was getting bullied.'
Simply put, I hadn't had time to feel the reactions to my looks or popularity.
'Not bad, though. Feels pretty good.'