Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Taming Han Su-ah (5)
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It seemed I'd completely misunderstood the person named Han Su-ah up until now.
Lunchtime.
In a certain restaurant where the spicy aroma of kimchi stew wafted through the air.
I found myself sharing a table with some rough-looking men, nodding along appropriately to their stories while racking my brain.
A confident stride?
An attitude accustomed to ordering people around?
Acting casually carefree on the surface, but with subtle hints of pickiness and selfishness?
Almost everything in the profile I'd compiled before was wrong.
There was no confident stride to be seen.
Far from ordering anyone around, she was utterly withdrawn, barely stringing words together.
Acting casually carefree?
Her half-lidded, drowsy eyes,
her makeup-free face,
her ponytail tied up haphazardly—sure, her appearance gave off that vibe,
but her behavior was no different from a total loner's.
Subtle pickiness and selfishness.
That didn't hold up either. When I'd reviewed past interviews, it had definitely come across that way, but now? Not at all.
The Han Su-ah I'd just met...
She was nothing more than a total loner who struggled to talk with guys.
But considering her hero costume was an incredibly plain design without a hint of skin exposure, maybe that was her real personality.
Then one piece of the intel I had was spot on.
How the hell had this happened?
"A single drop of sweat shed in training saves a drop of blood later..."
"That's why it's such a relief we have a healing-type Transcendent. Back in our day, we didn't even have proper regulations, so it was naturally all Spartan-style training..."
Something had happened during her academy days,
or Yojora was up to something shady by her side.
Regrettably, the possibilities I could think of weren't much different from before.
As I finished sorting through my thoughts, a burly man next to me slapped my shoulder hard.
...It hurt like hell.
"Teacher Woo-jin agrees, right?!"
"Yes? Oh, yeah."
"Haha! Weren't even listening!!"
"...Haha."
"We were saying we need to revive the old busted education system. Even if the higher-ups complain, we're fine with it, right?"
"Yeah, yeah."
I hadn't even had a drink, so why were they acting like this?
Overly familiar kindness just made people uncomfortable.
I didn't show it, but their erratic personal space—the kind typical of middle-aged guys trying to act young—was pretty burdensome.
"Sparring. Not just some kid stuff with a few punches, but real combat like back in the day. We can do it that way with Teacher Woo-jin here."
"How'd you do it back then?"
"Till one of 'em was half-dead. What, they're gonna catch villains later—gotta prepare 'em. Villains ain't gonna hold out their hands nice and easy."
The gravelly-voiced man clasped his wrists together and let out a booming laugh.
Even if they fought till one was half-dead and carted off, I could fix them in under five minutes.
That was about how long it took back when I was with the "company."
Still, it wasn't a particularly appealing proposal.
The students getting carted in after sparring would obviously be the weaker ones.
Lee Ha-yoon might not control her power delicately yet, but Lee Ji-yoon and Han Su-ah would smash their opponents and just dump a ton more work on me...
...No. Wait.
Thinking it through, maybe those two would end up in the infirmary sometimes too.
For example, if the other students weren't on their level, so Lee Ji-yoon and Han Su-ah sparred each other. Something like that.
If that happened, I could lock the infirmary door for a long time under the excuse of treating patients.
Now that I thought about it, the proposal wasn't so bad.
After swallowing a piece of steaming, quivering tofu topped with pork from the kimchi stew, along with a mouthful of rice.
I pretended to mull it over, casually glancing around before answering.
"Sure. Of course, serious injuries would take at least '30 minutes' to heal..."
"What's that? It's not like four weeks or twelve weeks out, right?"
I'd mixed in a bit of a lie, but the burly muscleheads laughed loudly as if it was more than enough.
No dainty laughs among them, though. Anyway.
I smoothly extricated myself from the center of the conversation and focused on slurping my kimchi stew while devising a new plan.
It wasn't anything grandiose.
Just...
The core of the plan to tame Han Su-ah was figuring out exactly how to do it.
Casual carefree vibe.
Confidence.
Prickliness.
I mentally erased the patchy image of Han Su-ah I'd known and overlaid a new one.
Only her looks were casually carefree.
No confidence at all... just a total loner.
Not sure about prickly, but one thing was clear amid all this:
Her whole body was hypersensitive.
Lee Ha-yoon and Lee Ji-yoon, being sisters, had similar erogenous zones.
Mainly around the cervix area.
Yojora, whom I'd checked out briefly before regression, was utterly average.
Nothing particularly unique about her spots.
She kept calling herself a sadist, so I never bothered digging deeper or getting closer.
But Han Su-ah, who'd visited the infirmary that morning...
Her entire body was an erogenous zone.
A fetishist, maybe that's the word.
Even spots normal people would find odd were all sensitive for her.
Kissing sent her over the edge,
sucking her ear did too,
choking her neck,
and even lightly stroking her ass...
A total pervert.
Yet bizarrely, there were no signs she'd explored her own body much.
As if at her age, she didn't even know what horniness felt like.
...As if she didn't know what masturbation was.
"......"
That's why it was tricky.
Forcing her into darkness through blackmail like I'd planned felt somehow unsatisfying.
That kind of corruption was fun only when the target had some upright conviction to begin with.
Like training a lovesick lesbian until she became a bitch who only craved cock.
Or a girl with a boyfriend, making her gasp out her apologies after his name over and over until she came in pleasure.
Stuff like that.
But with Han Su-ah, a pure white canvas untouched by filth, a new option opened up.
I could inject her with all sorts of wrong sexual knowledge, as pure as she was.
The phrase "ex-boyfriend's handiwork" exists for a reason.
She learned blowjobs are done like this from her ex.
Her ex taught her it's polite to swallow every drop after finishing a blowjob.
Thanks to her ex, she realized asphyxiation sex—throat choked with a school tie while getting pounded relentlessly—feels better than considerate vanilla stuff.
Her ex said fully shaving is prettier, so she thinks all guys prefer it.
A chance to embed my tastes deep into a woman's life.
And into a female hero who's sure to become famous in the future.
"......"
Yeah.
All good, but
how?
My legs, which had been blissfully wandering dreamland, snapped back to reality.
Even at the entrance ceremony, and seeing her buddy up with Yojora, she didn't seem shy around everyone—but the image of her struggling to talk with guys flashed by.
Hmm.
So the first hurdle is getting close to Han Su-ah.
Just how could I pull that off?
If she were a stray cat, I'd prep some treats or tuna cans.
What would work on Han Su-ah?
The obvious method was waiting patiently until she got hurt, then gradually building familiarity and favor every time she visited the infirmary.
Like some dime-a-dozen otome dating sim where you trip over the love interest.
But the problem was, who knew how many days or weeks that would take.
Something uncontrollable might crop up in the meantime.
Or another guy eyeing Han Su-ah might swoop in.
...Well,
nothing to be done about it.
Can't rely on fateful encounters,
so I'll manufacture an inevitable one myself.
No matter the process,
as long as it feels fateful.
Making friends.
Failed...
Having wasted the entire day, Han Su-ah walked down the hallway side by side with Yojora, who somehow looked in a much better mood than yesterday.
Classes were mostly easy.
Whether brain-taxing or body-aching, same deal.
Probably because it was the first day, but since it was my first time, hard to say.
More than that, it sucked that I had no chance to make friends.
I'd considered striking up a chat with my cute lion ears and tail that resembled a cat's,
but they were all guys...
Showing them off nonstop would've been kinda embarrassing...
Ha.
Han Su-ah let out a tiny sigh.
A beaming smile suddenly popped into her view.
"Whyyy? Somethin' wronggg?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just a bit tired."
It wasn't nothing.
This wasn't an academy where kids enrolled dreaming of becoming heroes like the others around her, right?
Still, she answered without showing it and gave Yojora a bright smile in return.
"By the way, I heard you're pretty strong, Yojora? Didn't stand out much in the practical exam, though."
"Welll... Just needed to pass, y'know? Ahaha..."
Yojora brushed it off with a laugh and walked ahead with a friendly grin.
Weird thought today, but sometimes Yojora's pronunciation was announcer-perfect.
I'd heard foreigners learn swear words spot-on, but not that it gets precise in specific situations.
Eh, probably just studying hard.
Sad her cute accent's fading, but I'll cheer her on.
Taking it positively, Han Su-ah left the academy with Yojora.
Melting roadside snow sparkled softly in the sunlight.
A short while later, they arrived at the crosswalk where she ran into Yojora every morning.
Now we'd part ways, head home, and... maybe check out that one Yojora recommended.
It's smutty, so hard to read, but the premise is decent, so skimming should be fine.
The 19+ part at the end... just gloss over it vaguely.
Standing at the signal, lost in those thoughts.
Bzzz. A vibration sound.
From Yojora's side.
Glancing over, Yojora had whipped out her phone and was staring intently.
Just a gut feeling, but like she'd been desperately waiting for it.
What is it?
Oh, lottery win?
Do they text that?
Well, whatever it was, her grinning lips upward said it was good news.
Should I congratulate her...
Or play dumb till she brings it up...
Mulling over normal friend reactions from all the romance manga she'd read.
Beep—the light turned green,
and a voice called out.
"Hey!"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna hit a bookstore with me? Get some manga?"
"...Manga?"
"Yeah! Manga! I wanna try the stuff you read, Su-ah-chan!"
Yojora bounced excitedly as she spoke.
Su-ah hesitated a moment at the thought of 'bookstore with a friend.'
Honestly, kinda embarrassing...
...But, what the heck...
We're both girls. Similar tastes too.
Going home now, I'd just roll around bed changing positions like clock hands anyway.
"Sure. Let's do it. But I've never actually bought books myself..."
"Then I'll check nearby! Hold on..."
As Yojora tapped her Japanese phone, a notification popped up at the top of the screen.
I know peeking into privacy's bad, but curiosity's human nature.
Han Su-ah's eyes flicked over involuntarily.
Couldn't see the content since Yojora swiped it away, but
it definitely said 'Master.'
...Well, she's into smutty manga.
Guess that's just it.