Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Caught by My Delinquent While Hanging Out with the Saintess
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"Oh my, you two are getting along well?"
"Moro~~ Let's trainnn."
I'd anticipated that the hero would bloom into top-tier beauty, but this level was like rescuing a new heroine from the prison called fat.
Her innocent, vibrant eyes sparkled like blazing flames—crimson red. Her hair, now grown to a medium bob, hid a secret red streak within the black.
Baby-soft pale skin, a slender frame, and hips suspiciously feminine...
It was a figure that had fully capitalized on the benefits of the Aerial Dance Style.
I hadn't expected it to normalize her insulin-ruined state this much, thanks to the trait...
"Don't cling to me. I don't have a hobby of rubbing up against guys."
Still, a guy was a guy.
No matter how feminine, one look at the hands or Adam's apple, and reality hits. Physiologically repulsive.
'Wait—no—the hands and neck are sleek and delicate like a girl's?'
This was inside the game, after all.
Rak was just a 5cm-dicked version due to various special parameters—otherwise, totally like a girl.
Thinking that way made it feel a bit tragic.
But since Rak himself seemed happy, whatever.
"Huh? Rubbing up against guys?"
Rak startled and pulled away from me.
"Moro... Are you thinking something weird just because I got cuter? That's seriously creepy."
"No, what the fuck?"
You started the aegyo first, wagged your tail first!!
Rak shuddered, hugging himself like it was gross, muttering 'ugh, interpreting a friendship hug like that.'
"I don't like it either. It's because you look like a girl!"
"Well, it's kinda an advantage! Elysia says I'm cute?"
"That's right. Rak, you're cute! I want to hug you."
"Hehe."
Elysia barged in.
She hugged Rak from behind in a much more aggressive pose than usual.
Watching that, I could feel Elysia returning to her original mega-dere heroine position. Heartwarming.
───Though the way she slipped into the back hug made them look like sisters.
"Got you in a hug. There."
"Elysia, it's embarrassing..."
Sigh. Yeah. If Rak was satisfied with his current look, teaching him the Aerial Dance Style was worth it.
Anyway, I drew my training wooden sword.
"Grab your sword."
Watching them flirt made me want to smack someone.
"Heehee. Sounds good!"
Before I knew it, guiding Rak's sword training had become part of my routine.
We faced off with swords in hand───
Elysia spectated.
"Here I go! Moro!"
Whoosh!
Rak had become incredibly agile—no trace of his former clumsiness. He'd nearly mastered the Aerial Dance Style.
Only basic moves so far, but the learning speed was insane.
True to the style's many aerial attacks, Rak leaped almost flying, swinging his training sword at my head from above.
"Hup."
In response───I countered with the strongest sword style Rak was originally meant to learn: 【Overlord Heaven-Conquering Style】.
The skill infamous in Seraph Gal for being called 'That Skill', 'Mom-Less Swordsmanship', 'Overlord Whatever'—boasting an arrogant name and bullshit difficulty.
Why could I use it? Because I had end-game Rak's physical specs and all the prerequisite traits.
This swordsmanship required the 'Archmage' trait and 'Hero's Power'—mastery of both sword and magic.
Hence the hellish acquisition difficulty for normals, but a breeze for me with trait reset tickets.
"Ugh!"
Rak blocked my sword but couldn't handle the Overlord Heaven-Conquering Style's weight, tumbling to the floor.
"You're still far off."
Showing off with this cheat skill once.
The saintess was watching, but I'd given up hiding my strength.
We'd agreed to keep 'Aerial Dance Style' as our secret, but I couldn't hide teaching Rak a B-rank equivalent swordsmanship anymore.
Pretending to be a powerless extra character in front of the saintess was impossible now.
I hadn't wanted to...
Anyway, with things as they were, I swung the ultimate sword style to diligently train Rak.
"Ah~~ Moro's so strooong... No openings no matter what."
"You thought you could beat your master already?"
"It's a totally different style from mine..."
"I'm a guy, so it doesn't match your swordsmanship."
Rak tilted his head.
"I'm a guy too?"
"Well, you..."
Lots to say, but I held back...
'Anyway, the growth potential is explosive.'
Shall I check the status?
[Status Window View][Status Window View (Hypnosis Ghost Exclusive)]Name:Rak LynshuTraits:Laziness (Removed), 5cm Micropenis, Obesity (Removed), Unpopular (Removed), VirginTraits (NEW):5cm Micropenis, Virgin, 『(Hidden) Sword Saint Talent (SSS)』, 『Aerial Dance Style (B+)』, 『(Hidden) Nation-Toppling Beauty (SSS)』, 『Soft and Chewy Asshole (SS+)』, 『Pretty Butt (SS+)』, 『Seducing Pheromones (S+)』Relationships:Moro (Precious Friend), Elysia (Fondness), Karina Flameir (Antipathy)Hypnosis Depth:Level 4(Recent Training)
[Suggestion - Follows Moro's guidance and diet management with his life]
└ Dependency Potential: Very High
[Common Sense - None][Body - Unaware, No Resistance to Following Orders]
└ Mouth (Lv 0), Skin (Lv 0), Breasts (Lv 0), Nipples (Lv 2), Dick (Lv 0), Anal (Lv 0), Butt (Lv 0)
[Mind - Trusts and Obeys. Can't Even Think of Doubting]
└ Dependency (Lv 5), Submission (Lv 1), Masochism (Lv 0), Affection (Lv 3), Devotion (Lv 4)
[Dirty Talk Learning: Stage 0]
...I checked it and instantly regretted it intensely. Learned way too much I didn't need to know.
Kept layering suggestions to remove negative traits, and it auto-farmed like auto-hunt, reaching depth level 4───.
Dependency shot up too, so Rak was basically tamed into 'I can't live without Moro!' mode.
Even the original protagonist would marvel at the overwhelming performance of the Hypnosis Ghost.
But layering more might cause big trouble, so I released the suggestions.
'From now on, avoid looking as much as possible...'
After training guidance ended, Elysia handed towels to me and Rak as thanks.
"Good work."
The odd thing was, Elysia no longer probed my identity.
I'd casually taught B-rank swordsmanship, blatantly boosting Rak's growth charts...
She probably sensed it was a topic I avoided and was being considerate.
I was just grateful.
'Being a saintess means deep empathy...'
"Give me the sweat towel."
"Huh? I can wash it and give it back..."
Before I finished, Elysia snatched my towel.
What a caring saintess.
Soon they'd date. With other heroines' connections fading, no heroine could block Elysia and Rak.
'I'll gradually fade out too.'
Rak blooms his looks potential, heroines swoon───
Hero party success!
Even if the Demon King revives, Rak'll handle it.
'...Moro (Precious Friend)...'
I'd just corrected an unintended deviation.
That's what I decided to think for now.
Anyway, even if the sky falls, no rolling in the hay with guys.
...Even if more girly than girls.
If only the hero was a girl... damn...
'What the fuck, what am I thinking?'
Having such thoughts about a flat-chested non-busty hero meant he'd gotten ridiculously pretty.
Gotta snap out of this quick.
"Rak, let's do it tomorrow too!"
"What if you two end up dating?"
Elysia joked.
What creepy shit.
"If seducing, it'd be Elysia. Not you."
"Not me~."
We could laugh off such jokes now—we'd gotten that close.
"Not Elysia!! N-not even Moro!"
"Rak..."
This bastard. Gay vibes till a sec ago, now protagonist mode.
"If you're gonna date, do it quick. You two match perfectly now."
They blushed and averted eyes shyly.
────Sigh. Why the hell am I watching this crap since morning?
"Moro, got a girlfriend?"
────Silence.
Rak's question revived everything I'd forgotten in a rush.
Girlfriend? Yeah.
If I wanted, I could make one anytime—better ones too.
"Rak! Don't ask that. Moro's embarrassed."
"Nah, doesn't matter. Kinda have something similar."
"I see..."
Getting itchy to bail.
Stayed in the light too long lately. Felt like sun-dried squid.
"Anyway, different classes, so I'm off."
"Wish we were all in the same class."
"How could a scrub like me be in your class."
"Moro, you're stronger than me?"
"No."
I drew the line immediately.
"This sword style's full of weaknesses despite looks—only good as a counter to what I taught you."
"Ehh, really? Seemed super strong..."
"Yeah. Truth is, one step and the user dies. Exhausting as fuck."
"...!! So that's why you always fought in place!"
"Think that's all? Skip lunch and you die using it..."
"Whoa... scary."
Look at those sparkling eyes. Actually believing? This guy...
Overlord Heaven-Conquering Style had no weaknesses. Of course.
I was doing this swordplay since I'd partially dropped the strength-hiding act—never planned to learn it originally.
But if picking one, this was best.
Starts at S-rank, evolves to Extreme Overlord Heaven-Conquering Style at SSS.
Aerial Dance Style starts at B, grows slowly, but reaches Extreme Wave Aerial Dance Style at SS late-bloomer type.
Downside: slow curve makes mastery hard.
'Whatever, current Rak'll handle it fine...'
BTW, this corny style name gets 'Extreme' on awakening—devs' taste.
Has 'Extreme' = badass strong. Simple.
"Got a lot to say, but..."
Elysia smiled at me.
"You wanna keep it secret, right? Won't pry."
"Thanks. Saintess."
As we exited together, we ran into Lienhua.
Ugh...
"Hng."
The blonde busty delinquent crossed her arms, eyeing Elysia and me.
"Thought you'd been scarce lately... Turns out playing with another girl......"