Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Into the Abyss Trap
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“Hey! Woo-chin!”
Yoo Harin, who had come looking for Kang Woojin, yelled with her face flushed red.
“Are you seriously insane?!”
She strode up to him and raised her clenched fist.
“Huh?! You must have a death wish or something?! Huh? Say it!”
In contrast to her rapid-fire barrage, Kang Woojin just shrugged silently.
“I had to cancel all my plans with the crew because of you! Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around like this?!”
“You even canceled your plans? How commendable.”
“Commendable my ass! Do you think I'm some dog that comes when you call and goes when you tell me to?! Me?!”
Kang Woojin replied with a bored expression to Yoo Harin's sudden whining.
“Yeah, exactly.”
“What?!”
“Choker suits you well.”
“Choker? What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?! Why are you changing the subject?!”
“I'm not changing the subject. I'm your master. See? You've got a collar on.”
“M-Master?!”
Stunned by the unexpected words, Yoo Harin frantically looked around.
“...Y-You bastard! Don't you dare spout that crap anywhere else!”
Was it because vacation was over and they were back at the academy?
Kang Woojin slowly raised his index finger at the sight of her reverting to her usual delinquent girl persona that everyone knew.
“Don't raise your voice like that.”
“...”
“Want some etiquette training after so long, Harin-ah?”
“H-Hey, you psycho! This is the academy! And the contract period's over, so why are you still bossing me around?!”
Yoo Harin's body instinctively shrank back.
“Hmm, because I feel like it?”
“...What?”
“And when you used to bully me, did you have some special reason for it?”
“That's...”
“Compared to delinquents like you or Choi Si-hyeok, I'm a saint, right? I'm not just bullying you for no reason. If you want comfort, I comfort you, and if you want me to...”
“Hey! Hey! Shh! Shh!”
Yoo Harin hurriedly covered Kang Woojin's mouth while glancing around nervously.
“Anyway, if you get it, just do me this favor.”
Kang Woojin nodded toward the back.
The men huddled together in one spot were twitching occasionally, unconscious.
“...Huh? W-What's all that?!”
They looked like zombies that had revived multiple times, most of them with eyes rolled back, whites showing.
“Did you... do all that, Woo-chin...?”
Yoo Harin peeked around the corner past Kang Woojin and turned to him with a shocked expression.
She knew he had changed dramatically at some point from being a total nerd, but she never imagined he'd gotten good at fighting too.
“Got lucky.”
“Lucky my ass!”
“My Luck stat's maxed out.”
“Cut the bullshit! Even for a normie, that many guys would've been tough for me too! Without using abilities, no way—wait, those two over there are Im Jeong-hyeon and Kim Sung-bong!”
Pointing at the two guys known for being tough fighters at the academy, Yoo Harin gasped in repeated shock.
As a fellow delinquent, she knew them all by face.
Which made it even more astonishing.
“What? Starting to feel some respect for your master now?”
“Respect? What the hell are you...?”
“Kang Woojin, 20 years old. Currently attending Stella Academy's advanced class. Grades in the middle-upper range, social relationships were bad but steadily improving...”
“Not that! Ugh, seriously! Be straight with me! You're awakened, right?!”
“That curious, huh?”
“Of course! You're my...!”
“Your?”
Yoo Harin, mid-rant, suddenly froze like ice.
Overexcited, she lost her words.
Defining her relationship with Kang Woojin was tricky in one word.
Sex friends? Delinquent and pushover? Former contractors?
Or really slave and master?
Whatever it was, it was enough to make her rethink her careless speech.
“A-Anyway! Spill everything you're hiding! Cough it all up, now!”
“If you wanna know that bad, come to my place this weekend.”
“Huh? Weekend?”
“Do one thing with me.”
“What... kind of thing?”
“I need your 'strength', Harin-ah.”
“...”
“Assume that's the case and handle those guys quietly. I don't wanna make a big deal out of it.”
He didn't want to call the cops or make it public.
Biting her lip at Kang Woojin's aversion to fuss, Yoo Harin nodded.
“...Got it.”
As if rewarding her agreement, Kang Woojin suddenly yanked her waist toward him.
“Hmph?!”
Before she could speak, he kissed her deeply and sticky.
Her brief resistance melted away.
“Mm... ngh...”
Surrendering to him, Yoo Harin closed her eyes naturally, her expression softening.
“...”
Park Taesoo just stared dumbly at the pair.
'What the hell am I seeing and hearing right now...?'
One thing was clear: Yoo Harin, with abilities and fame rivaling Choi Si-hyeok, couldn't budge against Kang Woojin.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ While Kang Woojin was rubbing it in Park Taesoo's face...
“Haa...”
Cynthia waited anxiously for Kang Woojin at the academy's main gate.
Tap. Tap.
She fidgeted, tapping her toes or twisting her body side to side.
Waiting for him felt eternally long.
The rotor's vibrations had stopped long ago, but the foreign sensation lingered.
Heat crept up from it.
She wanted to get home as soon as possible.
To Kang Woojin's officetel, to quench this thirst.
'...He's late. Woojin.'
But Kang Woojin hadn't emerged, taking longer than expected.
No replies to her messages either.
Step.
Right then, wondering if something happened.
“What're you doing here, Sia-ya?”
Choi Si-hyeok approached her.
“Waiting for Woo-chin—no, Woojin?”
Still wearing his friendly mask, he spoke softly.
“Huh? Yeah, I am.”
“Woojin was in career counseling with the homeroom teacher earlier, I think?”
“What? How do you know that, Si-hyeok?”
“Saw him heading to the staff room.”
Of course, a lie.
“You know that teacher too, Sia. Once they sit a student down, it's at least an hour.”
Choi Si-hyeok lied shamelessly without flinching.
“So, don't just stand here. Let's head back together.”
He had reason to be confident.
He was the one who'd sent his friends to trip up Kang Woojin.
Removing Kang Woojin was essential to targeting Cynthia.
The two were childhood friends, always together.
Kang Woojin was a constant thorn in his side.
And he couldn't bully him in front of her.
Not when he was working so hard to win her heart.
'Jeong-hyeon will handle the education properly this time.'
Having orchestrated it from behind, Choi Si-hyeok naturally draped his arm around Cynthia's shoulder.
Smooth.
Or tried to.
“...Don't.”
But Cynthia refused firmly, surprisingly so.
“I have someone I like. Honestly, this makes me uncomfortable.”
Her straightforward words and attitude made Choi Si-hyeok seethe inside.
'Fucking bitch...'
He didn't show it.
“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Wasn't my intention.”
“...”
“Don't misunderstand. I lived in the States a long time as a kid, so...”
He wrapped his excuses neatly.
“Friends there are touchy-feely naturally. Haha...”
He hadn't planned to be this aggressive.
Originally, he'd take it slow.
But he was growing impatient, wanting her sooner.
Gulp.
Swallowing secretly, he leered at Cynthia.
At her back as she looked toward the staff room for Woojin.
'That weird spam text before...'
Cynthia exuded an unusually seductive aura today.
Her sensual body felt even lewder than before.
Gulp.
Choi Si-hyeok swallowed again, growing desperate.
'Fuck, wanna fuck her bad.'
Her classroom moans(?) from earlier doubled his lust.
He wanted to turn those into real pleasure sounds.
Since missing their walk-to-school event, his plans derailed, impatience gnawed at him.
'Fuck it, just pin her down.'
Her increasingly sexy body, expressions, and lewd reactions tested his patience.
This was exactly the Cynthia he'd craved and wanted to mold.
He never imagined she'd already lost her virginity.
“Anyway, Sia-ya.”
Holding back desire was torture.
“If you're waiting for Woojin, wanna hit a cafe? Better than standing. We can text him.”
Choi Si-hyeok forced a kind smile.
There was a nice cafe nearby with great coffee and cake.
“Huh? Really?”
Cynthia turned, interested.
No girl hates cafes, and he knew how to handle them.
“Yeah, opened recently...”
“Where is it? I can go with Woojin later~!”
But her mind was all Woojin.
Everything revolved around him.
'This bitch, really pissing me off.'
Pushed away while she fixated on Woojin, Choi Si-hyeok boiled inside.
'No matter how long you wait, Kang Woojin ain't coming.'
Maintaining gentlemanly poise grew harder.
“Woojin... would like it too. I'll show you. Wanna go ahead?”
“Hmm...”
“And I actually have something to tell you, Sia.”
“Something to say?”
“Yeah. What we couldn't finish at the party.”
“Say it here.”
Refusing to go alone to a cafe even on her deathbed, Cynthia's attitude made him nod.
“We're classmates now, so friends at least, right?”
Straight to the point, she fell silent.
“Truth is, I've wanted to get along with you for a while. And apologize to Woojin too.”
Unexpected for Cynthia.
“Apologize to Woojin?”
Using her soft spot for Woojin.
“I'm serious. I've reflected a lot, regret it.”
“...”
“Looking back, so immature. Embarrassing. We're adults now, doing kid stuff.”
“Can you say that to Woojin too?”
“Of course.”
Choi Si-hyeok nodded vigorously, smirking inwardly at the desired reaction.
“I know Woojin won't forgive easily. So help me out, Sia.”
“...”
“For Woojin too. Can't change the past, but help him move on.”
His sincere-seeming words made Cynthia's expression complicated.
Recalling bullied Woojin chilled her eyes, but conflict lingered.
'For Woojin... should I make Si-hyeok apologize...?'
She had to think.
And.
Slide—.
Suddenly, toward the confused her, Choi Si-hyeok reached out again.
“Please...”
With a pleading expression, naturally trying skinship.
Grab!
Suddenly, a rough grip clamped his skin. Not Cynthia's soft touch.
“...!”
Choi Si-hyeok, reaching for her hand, froze and looked at the figure grabbing his wrist.
“What're you doing?”
Glaring coldly down, slipping between them like a ghost—it was none other than Kang Woojin.