Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Taming Han Su-ah (2)
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When I came to my senses, the day was already drawing to a close.
The flood of students pouring in like the tide felt like it had happened hours ago.
It might just be today, but it seemed there were no grueling enough trainings to cause injuries right before dismissal time.
Lying on the plush bed instead of a chair to rest, I let out a sigh as I half-lifted my heavy eyelids.
Being around kids really drains my energy.
I never felt that way at all when I was only dealing with Lee Ha-yoon and Lee Ji-yoon.
"Teacher, which high school did you go to?"
"Teacher, how much do you make?"
"Teacher, why are you wearing a uniform? What's a health committee member?"
"Teacher, what if you get hurt in an embarrassing spot?"
"Teacher, are you an MBTI T type?"
"Teacher, teacher..."
The questions were limited in variety, but with one patient dragging along one or two perfectly healthy friends and coming in groups of three or five to ask the same things, it felt like I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
On top of that, most of the visitors to the health office today were second- and third-year students.
Which meant, hilariously enough, that girls who were only 21 or 22 were trying to act like big sisters to me, just tacking on polite speech.
Not as bad as Lee Ha-yoon trying to feed me side dishes directly, of course.
It was more like I could subtly sense from their behavior that they saw me as a little brother...
Anyway.
If they were even pretty, I might have played along and pondered how to get them into bed.
Unfortunately, the girls chattering in the health office were, in my memory, at best B- or C-rank heroes with utterly average looks you'd see anywhere on the street.
I hadn't even encountered a single A-rank aspiring hero, let alone women on the level of Lee Ji-yoon or Han Su-ah.
...Ah.
If I had to squeeze one in, there was Baek Seo-yeon, but
unfortunately, she's on the villain side.
Better to stay as far away from Baek Seo-yeon as possible rather than get tangled up with her.
Just like how I treated Yojora before she figured out my real tastes.
Once Yojora abandons Han Su-ah down the line,
I can just pick her up and raise her to my exact specifications.
She won't want to be dumped by another friend, so she'll have to listen to Seo Woo-jin well...
Something like that.
On the other hand, part of me wanted to crush Han Su-ah's mentality myself and train her.
How... Is there a way?
Find some blackmail material or something.
I didn't get any useful info before regression, but Yojora, who's busy plotting to ruin Han Su-ah right now, might know something.
Later, when I have time, if I perfectly play the role of a guy to Yojora's tastes and then show interest in Han Su-ah...
She might accidentally drop some usable intel.
Before I knew it, I was lost in thought with my eyelids comfortably lowered.
"...?"
Thwack.
A light sound echoed from my forehead.
I struggled to open my eyes, and what I saw was a nicely sized breast shifted downward from her bent waist.
And a jet-black ponytail draping down beside my cheek.
"...Ah. Ha-yoon noona."
"Why are you sleeping? I came for treatment."
I spoke before even seeing her face, and Lee Ha-yoon, who had been exhaling dramatically while preparing another flick, grinned playfully and shoved her hand in her pocket.
Ponytail.
It's not a particularly unique hairstyle, but after seeing it for days, I'd gotten so used to that length that I could identify her at a glance.
...This feels kinda pervy.
Still, seeing Lee Ha-yoon smiling mischievously, she seemed pleased that I recognized her.
Or maybe she just liked being alone with me,
or maybe she just liked smiling.
"I wasn't sleeping. I was just lying down."
"Reminds me of high school... I did that all the time."
"It's not an excuse..."
"You didn't hear the knock, or me opening the door?"
"......"
Did I really doze off for a bit?
Embarrassed, I averted my gaze for a moment, and with a light "Ei!" and a shake of the bed,
she pounced.
She must have just showered; the fresh body wash scent wafting from beside me was quite invigorating.
The shampoo mixed in was the same.
It matched the scent lingering in my hair after the intense sex with Lee Ji-yoon a few days ago.
They use the same bath products at home and the academy, huh.
Not particularly useful info, so I quickly forgot it as I smoothed out my wrinkled uniform and got off the bed.
No point risking getting caught lying with Lee Ha-yoon now and dealing with days of hassle from other students.
I didn't want more stress when I was already tired.
"...Anyway, where are you hurt? You look fine on the outside."
"No injuries... Just something I want to show you."
"Something you want to show me?"
Instead of answering my follow-up, Lee Ha-yoon fiddled intently with her phone.
Soon after, she handed it to me as if to say, take a look.
What could she want to show me?
I took the phone apathetically, and a chat room screen settled at the edge of my vision.
No short, crude guy-talk like back at the company, so probably a girls-only group chat.
...Kinda creepy, somehow.
Or maybe it was the excessive ㅠㅠ emojis.
Or the single-character spam.
Or the pointless dramatics.
Staring at my first-ever glimpse of a girls' group chat, I slowly scrolled up.
And then,
I saw it.
A photo of me, seemingly snuck, plastered right there in the chat.
"......"
So all those appearance critiques I'd seen while scrolling...
"......"
Stuff like "he's fucking hot" was probably just teasing.
Stripping away the over-the-top fangirling and nonsense, the short summary was...
...Well...
A lot of "better than expected" evaluations.
As I grimaced at the embarrassing praise, Lee Ha-yoon, who had been lounging on the bed watching me, burst into giggles.
"Woo-jin-ah. Feel good getting good reviews from the noonas?"
"No. Not really."
"Come on, you do. Your lip twitched."
"It didn't twitch."
"Just say yes. You really want to one-up noona that bad?"
"......"
Eventually, her finger poked right into the corner of my mouth that I'd forcibly pulled down.
She lightly tugged it upward, flashing a bright, pretty smile first.
I swatted her wrist telling her to stop, but she didn't budge, so I gave up and let her as she asked in that pose.
"Got time after this?"
"Plenty of time. Why?"
"Ji-yoon keeps telling me to go on a date with you every time we eat lately, so I figured I'd do it before my shift."
"...Ah."
"Come to think of it, I don't remember ever properly dating you... Seemed like it'd be fine."
"......"
She'd been subtly blowing wind into her little sister's sails from behind.
The reason was obvious.
The better things got between me and Lee Ha-yoon, the trashier their "practice" hookups would feel as an excuse.
...She was cosplaying normal really hard,
but from this angle, Lee Ji-yoon seemed crazier than Yojora, who was soaked in booze.
"Just take a pic and send it. Sound good?"
"What about your shift, noona?"
"Boss'll cover if I'm a bit late!"
"......"
She casually dumped her work on the boss and plopped down on the chair in front of me.
Finally freed from the forced smile, I rubbed my mouth and nodded.
"Shall we hit karaoke then?"
"Ah, karaoke? Now that you mention it, it's been a while..."
To Lee Ji-yoon, who had already betrayed and corrupted her big sister quite a bit,
I pondered what photo to send
while thinking about angles and setups.
Defeat.
The red letters flashed, ending the game.
Lee Ji-yoon, headset around her neck, sighed deeply as she slowly slid down under the chair.
Her skills had rusted bad from playing other games lately.
You never take more than two days off from FPS games...
There was only one way to revive it.
Grind from rock bottom.
Lee Ji-yoon sighed again and started another match.
Judging by the red sky outside, she'd been losing for nearly six hours straight...
She could recover the lost points eventually...
-Bzzz
"...?"
Far away, her phone on the charger by the bed vibrated once.
Who could it be?
Game ad?
She'd turned off all those notifications.
Maybe the academy group chat.
Like the ones from middle and high school she'd been invited to at the start of each semester and immediately muted.
Better mute it before more pings annoyed her.
With that thought, Lee Ji-yoon dragged her chair over to the bed.
And then.
"......"
Under the name Seo Woo-jin.
"Sent a photo."
...A random photo?
Her first thought.
Seo Woo-jin had sent first messages plenty, but never a photo.
Not even emojis.
What photo would he suddenly send?
Did he mean to send it to her sister and mess up?
"Hmm..."
Whatever it was, she was curious.
What if he accidentally sent a dick pic to appeal to noona?
Ha-yoon and Ji-yoon, just one letter off?
That'd be the worst of the worst.
...No, noona has a rape kink, so she'd probably like it?
As Lee Ji-yoon spun wild fantasies from that single notification line,
her phone vibrated again.
"Hm?"
"Sent a photo."
stacked like blocks atop the first one from her sister.
"Sent a photo."
"Sent a photo."
At the bizarre, unprecedented sight amid her racing thoughts, Lee Ji-yoon
"......"
checked her sister's photo first.
"...What."
But contrary to her worries, it was nothing much.
Just Seo Woo-jin at a coin karaoke with her sister.
One bothersome thing, though:
The karaoke place she'd gone to with Seo Woo-jin before.
...The exact room they'd shared.
Sitting there with her sister.
"......"
Seo Woo-jin must have picked that spot on purpose.
She wasn't naive enough to think it coincidence.
...And
why that spot,
she had a rough idea.
-There. Good? I'll handle it, so don't backseat game me, solo queue bitch.
-Yeah
She fired off a perfunctory reply to her sister's message, exited the chat, and glared at the red "1" by Seo Woo-jin's name.
Her mind flooded with worst-case scenarios.
Unlike her sister's innocent mic-holding pic,
maybe Seo Woo-jin balls-deep in her sister somewhere.
Or a close-up of her sister mid-blowjob.
So, just don't look.
Don't look, and things won't get awkward with noona later,
all ending as her filthy imagination.
Her head thought that.
But her finger apparently didn't agree.
"...Huh."
Seo Woo-jin's photo was nothing special either.
Just the two of them alone in the karaoke room, like her sister's.
She even checked corners for hidden condoms, but nada.
"...Then why'd he send it."
Proof he's getting along with noona, per what I taught him...?
Some kinda certification shot.
Like noona smugly sending hers.
Somehow anticlimactic.
Lee Ji-yoon huffed through her nose and re-examined the photo.
In her chat with Seo Woo-jin,
a file labeled 'Voice 001.m4a', just over two minutes, popped up.
"......"
She pressed play.
Cranked the volume max.
A new match had queued unnoticed, so she quit it.
Yanked the charger, flopped onto the bed.
Held the phone to her ear,
and played.
"...?"
But against expectations, only karaoke backing track poured from the speaker.
Mixed with faint static hiss.
The occasional melody line felt familiar...
Recording started mid-song, so hard to tell what.
Maybe the one from her karaoke trip with Seo Woo-jin?
She hummed a bit experimentally; seemed about right.
...So.
Why send this?
Lee Ji-yoon's question resolved near the end.
"......"
Two minutes of silence.
A brief snippet of her sister's voice.
Silence again.
Nothing big.
Just the sound of her sister kissing her boyfriend.
Nothing big.
Really.
Nothing big.