Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Defeat x Position
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Lunchtime had arrived.
The cafeteria at Stella Academy began filling up with students.
There were campus stores on the grounds, and students could also head to off-campus restaurants.
Since the academy was an institution for adults, leaving the premises during lunch was pretty much unrestricted.
But the vast majority of students stuck to the school cafeteria.
It was cheaper than university cafeteria food and renowned for even higher quality.
In a word, unbeatable value.
According to alumni surveys, every single one of them ranked the cafeteria food as what they missed most about the academy.
Yet despite having that delicious food right in front of her, Yoo Harin just poked at it with her chopsticks.
Clack.
Finally, she set her chopsticks down and turned to me.
"Hey, Woo-chin. You're really gonna do it?"
To fill in Harin, who skipped the context: she was agonizing over whether to join the plan I'd laid out.
"Gotta do it."
I scooped up some potato soup and replied flatly.
"Hey, come on. Even so, isn't that going too far?"
"The groundwork—no, the bait—is already laid thick."
"I'm not asking if it'll work. I'm saying it's too harsh on a human level."
"What they did to me, led by that guy, was way harsher."
At my words, Yoo Harin clamped her mouth shut like she'd swallowed honey.
"Well, you and Choi Si-hyeok go way back, so no pressure."
"No way back."
"Yeah?"
"I'm the type who cuts ties clean. He's not my friend anymore. Just... even if it were some stranger, your plan feels too much. That's why I'm saying it."
She was sharper than expected, laying out her logic to persuade me.
But it didn't land even a little this time either.
Swish.
I finished my simple meal and turned to Cynthia sitting next to me.
"What do you think, Sia? Does it seem too much from you?"
Cynthia shook her head.
"No, not at all."
She who'd consistently backed me turned to Yoo Harin and continued.
"Choi Si-hyeok tried to assault me and attacked Woojin. Basically tried to kill him. And there's still no official punishment. Private payback is fair game. If anything, I think what Woojin's planning is too lenient."
Yoo Harin had no rebuttal to Cynthia's well-reasoned words.
Try arguing logic with the class president, Harin.
"You've changed a bit, Sia..."
Yoo Harin said with a wry smile.
"Well, after something like that, wanting revenge isn't unreasonable, huh?"
She let out a deep sigh.
"Fine. If you two are in, I'll do it too."
In the end, Yoo Harin agreed to join my plan.
"No need to force it. Skip if you're not feeling it."
"What do you take me for? I never do anything I don't wanna, no matter who asks."
"Huh? So everything you've done with me so far—you wanted it all?"
From giving me handjobs to screwing nonstop even now—all of it her choice.
"Th-that's just how it is! Just words!"
"If you like servicing me sexually, just say so. I could've let you do it more."
"Don't twist it! That was all because you told me to!"
Face flushing, Yoo Harin glanced around and stretched her foot under the table.
Squeeze—.
She pinched my leg with her toes.
"Sia. Harin's seducing me. Lunchtime's almost over—what do I do?"
It didn't hurt much, but I appealed to Cynthia for help. She gave an awkward smile.
"Who's seducing?!"
"If you want it that bad, motel after school? Like last weekend."
"Argh! Listen to me for once!"
"Don't want it?"
"I don't! Really... you're driving me crazy, Woo-chin. For real."
Nothing to be done.
Yoo Harin shook her head with a sigh.
"Jeez, kid keeps sighing."
I grabbed her ankle and tickled the foot in stockings gently.
"Eek?!"
She hiccuped and jerked at the sudden tickle.
"You're insane?! Ow! St-stop! It tickles! Ah-ha! Aahaha!"
"Your reaction's so lewd. Not just ticklish, huh?"
"Th-that's why I said stop!"
Yoo Harin, holding back to avoid other students hearing, bit her lower lip with a sensual expression—already knowing all kinds of pleasure.
"Stop it, Woojin-ah. Kids around are staring weird..."
Only after Cynthia mediated did I let go of her foot.
"Haaa..."
Letting out a long breath, Yoo Harin glared at me, face slightly flushed.
Made me wanna fuck her senseless.
"Missing it?"
"Missing wha..."
"Then, wanna plan the details at a motel later? That love hotel last time was kinda far."
I teased with a chuckle, but Yoo Harin let out a hollow laugh.
Soon, both she and Cynthia nodded briefly.
Cheeks subtly pink.
"...Don't go too rough like last time. Hard to get up in the morning. Messes with commuting too."
"Harin's right. Lunchtime's one thing, but tone it down on weekdays, Woojin-ah."
They said in turn.
"Got it. I'll be all gentle like lovers."
I replied, wrapping an arm around Cynthia's waist.
This world's heroines tended to like it rough by nature, but soft sex had its charms sometimes.
"Hey! Woo-chin!"
Suddenly, Yoo Harin slammed the table and raised her voice.
"What? Outta nowhere."
"Do me too..."
She quickly lowered her voice, glancing away with a shy face, adding:
"Do me like lovers too..."
It was a peaceful weekday lunch.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Thanks for coming, Jeong-hyun-ah."
Choi Si-hyeok, lying in his hospital bed, lifted his arm—still wrapped head to toe in plaster cast.
Whether sincere or not, it was the first "thanks" Im Jeong-hyun had ever heard from him. He greeted awkwardly.
"...Uh, yeah. How's the body?"
With the whole world turning its back on Choi Si-hyeok, Im Jeong-hyun was practically the only one who hadn't cut ties.
"Slower recovery than expected. Mana circuits wrecked—healing from Awakeners barely works."
Choi Si-hyeok sighed bitterly at Im Jeong-hyun.
'Kinda pitiful...'
Im Jeong-hyun felt conflicted seeing Choi Si-hyeok, who'd lost everything.
Truth be told, his visit wasn't out of tear-jerking friendship.
'Ugh, this sucks.'
They'd spent years playing delinquent together—not zero friendship—but not enough to preach loyalty in this mess.
'Fuck, all the shit we've pulled together.'
He couldn't cut Choi loose entirely because of their filthy past fun.
"Other guys still ghosting?"
Right on cue, Choi brought it up.
"Yeah, uh-huh. Kim Sung-bong and the rest seem busy lately."
"Busy my ass. I know exactly what those fuckers are up to."
"......"
"Talk to 'em tomorrow. I ain't dying alone."
"A-alright..."
"You know xStar's blowing up with our shit? Now victims are crawling out—tons of 'em. If I spill, we're all fucked."
Pure Choi Si-hyeok-style threat.
Still hasn't snapped out of it?
Or cornered, grasping at straws?
Either way, he was pulling every desperate move to rekindle hope.
The hope his father, Choi Jong-yun, left behind.
"So, what do I do exactly?"
Im Jeong-hyun asked, frowning.
"Feed me first. Fuck, arm like this—eating's a pain."
Choi shook his cast, fixed straight from shoulder to forearm.
Im Jeong-hyun had no choice—fed him hospital food, even wheeled him out for a walk.
"But Si-hyeok, your legs are fine, right?"
"Told you, mana circuits. Temporary lower-body paralysis. It'll improve with time, but light movement helps rehab."
"Gotcha."
"Recover here, then hole up in the provinces awhile. Won't bug you guys then, so put up with me a bit. You disloyal fucks."
Basking in warm sunlight, Choi half-joked, half-serious.
"How's the academy vibe lately?"
He asked as they strolled.
"No big changes."
"Everyone shitting on me hard, huh?"
"Well..."
"People are snakes. When I was hot shit, they couldn't suck up enough."
"Not many badmouthing openly. Early on, some did—got into scraps with our crew."
"That's surprising. You disloyal pricks couldn't stand your buddy trashed to his face? Some conscience after all?"
Im Jeong-hyun stayed silent amid Choi's endless snark.
"Hey, Jeong-hyun-ah."
"Yeah?"
"Hook me up with a girl."
"Girl? Suddenly?"
"Almost four? Five days? Haven't busted a nut that long—dying here. Plus that fuck Kang Woo—no, some asshole keeps spamming dick pics."
Excitement building, no release—Choi was suffering.
"What spam?"
"This thing. Was skeptical at first, but checks out—they're the girls."
To bait him, Kang Woojin kept sending pics.
Eyes and privates censored like before, but now Choi was sure who they were.
「Sia and Harin—both smoking.」
Kang Woojin's words days ago.
Plus, unlike before, sender number wasn't hidden.
Sloppily sucking cock.
Paizuri, tits catching cum.
Pounding away, tally marks on thighs.
No need to say—the two girls were Yoo Harin and Cynthia.
Not just pics.
Mosaiced videos too.
If everything's blurred—eyes, privates—what's the point? But Choi knew their faces.
Mosaic fetish was his taste anyway.
Even barren videos—he imagined beyond the blur.
Their voices and moans fueled it.
Horny as fuck, constant blue-balls.
"Got anyone around?"
Why he asked Im Jeong-hyun for an intro.
"Girls I knew aren't picking up."
Couldn't handle solo.
"Hmm."
But Im Jeong-hyun looked troubled—outside help tricky too.
"I'll ask around. Don't expect much. Who'd agree to jerk off my buddy?"
"Plenty before."
"That was then. Now... if no luck, buy it."
"Even desperate, no hookers. You know."
"Not picky time."
"I am. They'd pity this mess. Pride, fuck. Don't wanna lose it to a whore."
They returned to the room mid-blunt talk.
"Anyway, rest up. I'm out."
Im Jeong-hyun tucked Choi in, bolted with an excuse.
"Hoo..."
Alone again, Choi stared at the ceiling.
Bzzz!
Right then.
"...Fucking hell again."
He could guess the content from the vibration alone now, grinding his teeth.
[Image20250612_15705.jpg]
Sure enough—pic from Kang Woojin.
"Just block him?"
Opening it, unexpected dilemma.
Honestly, he'd avoided blocking so far.
Screw Kang Woojin—Cynthia and Yoo Harin were girls he'd craved.
Separate from message rage—a lingering attachment.
Girls who should've been his.
Whose looks he should've shaped.
Glimpses brought small comfort, vicarious thrill.
First fury boiled over—but humans adapt.
And.
Bzzz!
As if reading his mind, an unexpected message arrived.
'Address?'
Kang Woojin sent an address.
'Fuck, telling me to come?'
Prior dilemma buried under new one.
Kang Woojin's invite, no exaggeration.
'Why invite me, that fucker?'
Whatever scheme, likely trap.
Not close enough for invites.
His situation sucked too.
Ignoring Bureau calls on injury pretext—hard to leave hospital easy.
'If finishing me off, no need for hassle.'
Choi recalled Kang Woojin's power, probing intent.
'Spam porn nonstop, now invite...'
Invite play?
'Yeah, from his side—no trap reason...'
Overwhelming ability in mind, Choi flinched instinctively.
Finally, decision.
'Gonna go...'
Feast or poison—open the lid.
Maybe victor-vanquished peace treaty.
Kang Woojin had chances to kill but didn't.
'Can't ignore Glory Guild influence fully.'
Personal goal fine.
'If that's it, might back off...'
Dwarfed by "Kang Woojin," Choi thought defeatist without realizing.
But.
Dragging his sluggish body to the address, Choi couldn't hold back shock.
Thwack!
Physical shock.
A dull thud bloomed from Choi Si-hyeok's occiput—he blacked out briefly, then came to.