Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: The Purpose of the Class Reunion (3)
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Kang Woojin's plan was simple.
It was a classic diversionary tactic—make noise in the east to draw the enemy's attention, then strike from the west.
Acting under the alias Genova, he had already shaken the Peach Blossom Truth Church from the outside.
Now, he planned to infiltrate from within and bring it crumbling down.
The church was in total disarray thanks to the interest shown by this "Genova" figure, and this was the perfect chance to take them down.
Of course, it wouldn't be as easy as it sounded.
Having closed some distance with Han Ye-eun through this class reunion, he put on an innocent face and pretended to be a devout believer.
"I saw it on the news. They said the Peach Blossom Truth Church is a really great place. I've been interested for a while now. I heard they do a lot of donations and volunteer work?"
His praise for the church sounded as if he were already one of its members, showing faith no less than a formal disciple.
"Well... it's not all good like the rumors say..."
But Han Ye-eun fiddled with her smartphone—loaded with some kind of app—and couldn't give a straightforward positive response.
He was like a symbol of her pure—no, ordinary—past.
She wasn't entirely thrilled at the idea of Kang Woojin, who brought back old memories, getting involved with the church.
What if he changed even more here?
What if he learned the church's true nature and ended up disappointed in her?
Could they still maintain this normal friendship?
"Why don't you... think about it one more time?"
In short, she didn't want him to become a slave to the church.
But.
"Then, could you show me around sometime?"
Kang Woojin, who had seen through everything from the start, didn't back down easily.
"Show you around?"
"Yeah. I want to know more about what the Peach Blossom Truth Church is really like."
"..."
"Like you said, Ye-eun, jumping in headfirst doesn't feel right."
"Right...?"
"Oh, and I didn't mean it impulsively. Sorry if it came off like I was taking it lightly."
"No, you don't need to apologize. For some reason, I can tell you're sincere, Woojin."
Kang Woojin took a step back and, as usual, read her mood before adding,
"Yeah. Anyway, you'll show me around next time, right?"
Han Ye-eun reluctantly agreed.
"Fine..."
As long as it was just observing general religious activities at the level of a regular follower, not a formal disciple, it wouldn't be hard to arrange.
Truth be told, she wanted to see him again too.
'If things get serious, I can just hypnotize him and send him away...'
She figured she could use her ability if he tried to get too deeply involved.
With confidence in her control over the situation, Han Ye-eun let out a light sigh and nodded.
"If you really want to, Woojin, I'll introduce you to the local branch near my house."
She couldn't take him to headquarters, so this was her compromise with reality.
She couldn't block his interest in the Peach Blossom Truth Church anyway.
She had already hypnotized him once before.
Seeing Kang Woojin, who had forgotten their previous conversation, show interest in the church again made her realize she couldn't fundamentally stop him.
It was a weakness of her hypnosis ability, so to speak.
Han Ye-eun's awakening power distorted and manipulated the target's cognition and perception.
In other words, it wasn't all-powerful.
She could change what someone liked, but making them dislike it entirely was tricky.
Unless she had even stronger brainwashing powers like her father, Han Jong-hui.
"But just once, okay? Don't cause a scene—just quietly look around and leave. Got it?"
In the end, overwhelmed by Kang Woojin's persistence, Han Ye-eun set a concrete schedule.
"Of course! Thank you so much, Ye-eun!"
Seeing his bright, innocent smile, Han Ye-eun couldn't help but smile back.
'At least this part of him hasn't changed since back then.'
She felt guilty deceiving the oblivious Kang Woojin, but seeing him happy was nice.
That contradictory feeling was the last shred of humanity left in her as a member of the outcast group.
Rumble rumble.
Their conversation had just wrapped up.
"Oh, looks like the girls are coming back."
Hearing a familiar voice, Han Ye-eun glanced toward the door.
The three women who had stepped out for some air were returning to the room, chatting away.
Creak.
Han Ye-eun cracked the door open, waved at them, and turned to Kang Woojin.
"Shall we wrap up and head out too? It's getting really late."
We've eaten enough—time to go.
At her suggestion to call it a night, Kang Woojin nodded.
In the end, Han Ye-eun never caught on.
She never realized Kang Woojin hadn't fallen under her previous hypnosis.
Nor that his hidden goal was the total destruction of the Peach Blossom Truth Church.
And it wasn't just that.
The NTR girl from that tsukkomi game who had tormented him alongside the original protagonist, watching from beyond the monitor.
She remained completely oblivious to Kang Woojin's intentions of thoroughly breaking Han Ye-eun herself.
The candidate saintess of the Peach Blossom Truth Church.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I had half-passed-out Lee Ji-hye on my back as I said,
"Careful getting in."
Han Ye-eun, who had grabbed a taxi first, waved from the window.
"You guys be careful too. I had a great time today. Let's meet again sometime."
She left with a genuine smile, but a somewhat chilly atmosphere lingered in her absence.
"Hey, Woo-chin. That story about the nursing assistant earlier..."
Yoo Harin crossed her arms and glared at me like she was interrogating a cheating husband.
"Can we talk about that later?"
I quickly cut her off.
"She's gonna puke."
I pointed at Lee Ji-hye on my back, who was dry-heaving in her half-dazed state.
"Urgh... so slippery again..."
Her eyes twitching, Yoo Harin suddenly snapped at Cynthia in a sharp tone.
"Sia, say something instead of just sitting there."
But Cynthia was surprisingly calm.
"Hmm..."
Looking convinced, she even showed a hint of leisure, fully embodying her childhood friend class president vibe.
"To be fair, you knew Woojin couldn't help himself, right, Harin?"
"Yeah, but..."
Yoo Harin trailed off and sighed again at Cynthia's unhelpful response.
"Ugh. You're right, Sia. Two, three, four—doesn't make much difference."
I calmly backed Cynthia up.
"Shut your trap! I'll rip that mouth right off!"
Yoo Harin shot me a pouty glare and raised her nails threateningly.
She wasn't channeling mana, but her hands looked sharper than ever without partial beastman transformation.
"...Calm down, Harin-ah. Honestly, it'd be a lie to say I'm not mad at all, but what can we do now? We're already hooked."
Cynthia patted Yoo Harin's back and gently persuaded(?) her.
Amazed at Sia's growth, I put on a deeply moved expression.
You've grown so much, Sia.
Time to descend the mountain.
Regular training's over—let's move to advanced courses.
Like outdoor exposure or urination play, maybe?
"Ugh, this is so annoying."
Unlike Sia, the still-wild Yoo Harin pouted at me, the one holding her leash.
"It pisses me off more that I can't argue with you, Sia."
"Don't get so worked up. There've been plenty of days we couldn't handle you alone~?"
Cynthia, who had been training Yoo Harin in my stead, naturally turned to me.
"But that doesn't mean you can make us too jealous, Woojin."
She added with a somewhat eerie smile.
"Got it, Woojin-ah?"
Having rationalized it away, she shook off her lingering resentment toward me, wrapping up the scolding.
"Yeah! If you neglect us, Woo-chin, we really won't let it slide! Be good when we're watching with disappointed eyes!"
And Yoo Harin, newly allied with her, threw in a stern warning for good measure.
"Alright, got it."
I nodded with a subtle smile playing on my lips.
To be precise, we weren't exactly lovers.
No need to nitpick their gracious acceptance.
With my harem officially approved, I got in a taxi and gave Yoo Harin, still grumbling about Han Ye-eun, a little wink.
"Get home safe, and text me when you're there, Harin-ah."
"...Fine."
One way or another, they couldn't escape my grasp or give up on me.
Cynthia and Yoo Harin were hopelessly addicted to the pleasure—and the emotions—it brought.
Their unwavering loyalty to me was just as the original work described.
"You too, Sia. Text me later. I'll drop her off at home first."
That was why I could send Sia home alone.
With that netorare bastard Choi Si-hyeok completely ruined now.
Sia had earned enough trust not to need her chastity belt anymore.
"Yeah, got it, Woojin-ah."
As she headed home, she came back over and whispered in a sticky voice,
"Oh, I almost forgot to say—wear protection no matter who you sleep with."
"Huh?"
"If you knock up another girl before me, I'll never forgive you."
A chill ran down my spine.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Deep into the night.
Still carrying the heavy load on my back, I stood in front of her tiny studio apartment door and said,
"Hey, hey, Ji-hye. What's your door code?"
No response.
"Ugh... dunnooo."
Drunk out of her mind, Lee Ji-hye just mumbled incoherently.
"Snap out of it. We're at your place."
"Muu..."
"Yeah, yeah, we'll get water inside. Come on, tell me the code. Or punch it in yourself."
I lifted her dangling arms—one over each shoulder—and pressed her hand to the door lock.
"Huuu..."
She groaned repeatedly but somehow managed to move her fingers.
Beep! Beep! Beep...!
Her mind was shot, but luckily her body remembered.
Ding! Ring ring!
Huh, code's 4885.
Sounds like something from a chase scene.
At least I'd never forget it.
Thud.
Inside Lee Ji-hye's studio, I dumped her on the bed and caught my breath.
"Whew."
"Muu..."
She kept whining for water, which annoyed me for no reason.
She had no idea how much trouble she'd put me through.
It wasn't physically taxing, but mentally exhausting.
From asking a blackout drunk her address to finding the place—every step was a hassle.
"What kinda fridge has only water and mint choco?"
I unscrewed the cap on a 500ml water bottle for her—she was tougher than Choi Si-hyeok, after all.
"Here. Drink."
Lee Ji-hye gulped it down like a little kid.
"Better now?"
"...Clothes... tight. Wanna take 'em off."
"Take 'em off yourself and sleep. I'm out."
"Nooo. Help me..."
"Such a hassle."
With a long sigh, I stripped off her outer clothes—without a shred of ulterior motive.
Even a perv like me wouldn't fuck a blackout drunk girl. I'm not that trashy.
I had Sia and Harin-ah—no starving here.
And sex with someone not in their right mind isn't fun anyway.
'Might as well use an onahole.'
Actually, watching a dazed girl's reactions could be interesting, but only with someone whose body was sexually developed enough.
Messing with a clueless virgin? No way she'd react like I wanted.
"Night."
That was why I didn't lay a finger on the surprisingly cute Lee Ji-hye and turned to leave like a gentleman.
Swish.
But right then.
"Heyyy..."
She grabbed my clothes, mumbling with her eyes closed.
"Where you going...?"
"Home, obviously. Where else?"
I turned back and snapped irritably.
Even a saint like me has limits with a stranger's whining.
"You... not gonna fuck me...?"
"What?"
"Heard you're... so good at it...?"
"What's that got to do with this?"
She flinched at my curt tone and slowly opened her eyes.
"Truth is... I'm not drunk..."
Her eyes were much clearer now.
"I've heard that line a hundred times already."
"This time... it's real."
"Sure, sure. If you're sober, great. Sleep tight."
"Don't go... stay here and sleep... with me..."
She said no, but she was definitely drunk.
Not blackout level maybe, but booze-loose, tugging my clothes and acting spoiled.
"Stop pulling. Ugh, fine. I'll stay till you sleep."
I had no choice but to sit by her until she dozed off.
Swoosh.
And a while later.
"...Hey. Honestly, you were kinda cool earlier."
Far from sleeping, she seemed to be sobering up, looking up at me with sparkling eyes.
"I saw by chance. You and Golden Sun together."
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry. I won't tell."
"Do what you want."
"In return... have sex with me."
"Sure, yeah?"
I blinked down at Lee Ji-hye, and she gave a shy—or not—smile.
"Come on, with me."
Then she confirmed it firmly, killing my doubts.
"Or... am I not attractive enough?"
Her half-lidded eyes kept caressing my body, and I finally let reason slip a bit.
Fuck, this virgin bitch for real.
Can't hold back.