Don't Even Try It, You Pheasant-Fuck Losers! Simps GTFO! Eroge攻略 Review: Trouble to Fight Sub-Story Guide
School classes turned out surprisingly normal. Or rather, easy.
Middle-school level stuff you could solve blindfolded.
Not bad, but kinda boring.
Yujin had been a study-all-day hermit in his old life. This was nap-tier.
He wished they'd at least let him solve problems during class.
"Th-then for this problem... Eek! Y-Youngho, why don't you give it a shot?"
The homeroom teacher flinched and averted her eyes when they met gazes.
Short, puppy-like, and adorable. Great teacher, cute voice too.
Only flaw: she kept startling mid-class for some reason.
I was gonna muster the courage to volunteer this time...
For an outcast, even raising a hand took guts. Her jumpscares ruined the timing every time.
Class ended just like that.
Maybe teach the kids and bond that way? Am I a total moron?
No one approached during break anyway. Plenty of time to brood.
He was pondering his next "in-crowd" plan when—
"Um, Yujin?"
He turned. The homeroom teacher shuffled over hesitantly.
She was tiny up close. Eye-level with him sitting down?
Kim Yujin was tall, sure, but she'd pass for middle school.
"Yes, Teacher?"
"Eek! Awoo."
She trembled just from his reply, tiny hands clutching her head. Adorably protective instinct bait.
Awoo?! People actually say that?!
This world was wild. Hot guys and girls everywhere, and quirks to match.
Cute homeroom teacher? School life's got perks now.
"U-um, the school nurse wants to see you."
"Ah, n-not that I'm forcing you...! We're kinda friends anyway... Um... I mean, it's not wrong or anything."
"Casual speech."
"S-sorry! I overstepped! I'll do it right from now on! Even King Sejong would be shocked!"
She yelped, hiding behind her textbook. It fully covered her face—impressive.
Every move was pure cuteness overload.
"No, casual's fine... More comfortable for me too."
Sure, some teachers used formal speech out of respect.
But Yujin, model student from a respect-heavy culture? Teacher formality felt off.
"I-I'm not usually like this..."
"Huh?"
"Nothing! I'll do it! Make it formal! I will!"
Was it that desperate a topic?
Then again, he could barely talk to classmates himself.
"Anyway, school nurse called?"
"Ah, yes. Uh, yeah! Something about counseling."
She nodded rapidly.
Counseling, huh. Used to that.
Friendless kids drew eyes—especially at school. Bullying checks, problem scans. Teacher duty.
Annoying to answer, but couldn't ignore their effort.
"Thanks for passing it on."
"Uh, huh?"
He headed to the hall. Seeing her vanish brought weird regret.
Forcing her speech? Arrogant as hell, right? Student overstepping.
He barely knew this world's norms. Maybe formal was standard here.
She seemed nice—hope I didn't piss her off.
She was his one comfy convo partner.
Apologize now? Nah, that'd look weirder.
Yujin walked the hall, pangs of regret lingering.
Be careful next time.
He missed her oddly lingering gaze.
Ten minutes of loitering outside the nurse's office.
No real reason not to enter.
Hate being alone with someone!
Just the thought soured his stomach.
Won't get in trouble for skipping a bit, right? Counseling excuse.
But he had to go in first.
Sigh, came this far—gotta counsel.
Deep breath. Door open.
"Excuse me."
Only the nurse inside. Skirt tossed aside, just pantyhose on.
Black stockings showing panty lines and leg curves blatantly.
"Oh my."
"......"
His jaw dropped. Brain blanked.
Uwaaaah! What now?! Expelled? Arrested? Saw it—no innocence plea? What's innocence anyway?!
"What're you doing?"
The nurse smirked seductively, beckoning.
She'd changed fully now. Doctor coat somehow erotic.
We ignoring that? Cool.
Accident, after all. No teacher wants beef with a student.
Still, her chill after flashing? Adult poise.
Impressed, Yujin rode the mercy wave.
"Counseling..."
"Ah, that excuse this time? No biggie if you come without."
She sat, crossing legs. He glanced, sat opposite.
She smiled slyly.
"Seeing me like that and no reaction? Kinda hurts a girl's confidence."
Her heeled foot dangled teasingly. Provocative vibe.
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Oblivious Yujin sat clueless.
Nurse's face fell openly.
"......Hmph, nothing today?"
"......."
He blinked, lost.
What? Asking if anything happened?
Nothing did! School was dead quiet.
One change: friends with Younghee?
"Younghee..."
"Ah, yes! Finally got her, congrats."
Got her? Weird phrasing.
Money-bought friendship, sure. But pure goodwill.
Younghee probably saw it the same.
...Right?
"Younghee might not see it that way..."
"True. Sorry. You have your plans. I jumped the gun."
No need to apologize. Nurse used formal too?
This world ran on formality. New norm learned.
"So, Cheolsu?"
She knew about him already. Obvious—Yujin's sole "friend."
But resolved!
"Agreed to class together for practicals."
She nodded, mildly surprised.
Already prepped to handle him.
She rated Yujin high. Heukcheon's idiots clueless.
This guy? Perfect fit. Student now, but fame would spread.
Stepping on promising Cheolsu, snagging girl Younghee—all stepping stones.
Even Cheolsu disposal planned. Beyond her calculations.
But no fawning—subordinate pride.
"I'll prep separately too."
"Mm."
Yujin nodded vaguely, clueless.
She felt odd thrill. Trusted by such a man. Electric pride.
Handle during class. Make it look like accident. Solid plan.
She vowed inwardly. No clue he'd just bullshitted.
Same time, Cheolsu approached a girl.
"Class pres."
"Yeah?"
"Got a sec to talk?"