Chapter 17: Never a Quiet Day (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 17: Never a Quiet Day (2)
I couldn't make heads or tails of this sudden situation.
I had been trying to squeeze in a quick nap during recess to shake off my fatigue, but when I opened my eyes, some wild filly of a girl was shoving her breasts right in front of my nose.
I tilted my head up slightly to see who it was. Blonde twintails and heart-shaped pupils.
She was a gorgeous, healthy-looking girl with a primal, curvaceous figure that rivaled the Academy Principal, Medea. Her short, altered school skirt and black knee-high socks stood out.
Rachel de Myura of the Spear Saint family. A major heroine in Miracle Blessing and the Academy's 4th seat.
Why her, all of a sudden? the thought naturally occurred to me. We had absolutely no connection, yet I woke up to find Rachel staring down at me with her top two buttons undone, wearing an alluring smile.
Wondering if I was dreaming, I blinked hard once or twice, but it was definitely reality. After all, a scent of flesh resembling fabric softener tickled the tip of my nose. If she leaned down just a bit more, my face would be buried in her chest.
As fluster showed on my face, Rachel tilted her head slightly. Her glossy blonde hair brushed against her shoulders.
"Is it up?"
"What?"
"You know, they say guys pitch a tent down there when they wake up."
"……."
"Or... is it because of me?"
Rachel brought a hand to her lips, letting out a sly, foxy voice. At that, Chloe, who was sitting next to me, smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Excuse me, but who might you be?"
Chloe glared with fire in her eyes, her voice dripping with venom. Rachel glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and snorted.
Then, patting Chloe's head in a gentle, patronizing tone as if dealing with a child, she said:
"Listen, kiddo. You shouldn't butt in when adults are talking!"
"……."
Chloe's eyes slowly grew cold and vacant.
"Rachel! What do you think you're doing, coming all the way to another class!"
"What's wrong, Lady Abel? It's just a greeting, a greeting. Right?"
Abel, standing behind her, tried to pull her away, but Rachel didn't budge an inch. It was almost pitiful to watch Abel straining and tugging at her.
Abel ranked two spots higher than Rachel. However, the physical strength of someone from a family of spearmen would far surpass Abel's.
If I recalled correctly, the Spear Saint family's motto was a phrase reminiscent of a certain manga: "Before overwhelming power, technique is meaningless." Even in Miracle Blessing M, the characters from the Spear Saint family were pure strength builds, with all their stats heavily skewed toward physical power.
And the direct lineage successor of that family, the niece of the Spear Saint—one of the Seven Stars—was the beautiful girl standing right in front of me: Rachel de Myura.
Making a mockery of Abel's efforts, Rachel simply whipped her head around and winked at me.
But why are they even here?
As I watched Rachel and Abel bicker with a blank expression, I felt a cold, sharp sensation from my side. I shifted my gaze slightly. Goosebumps broke out all over my body, and I immediately snapped my eyes back to the front.
I'm screwed.
Chloe had tilted her head sideways, staring blankly at Rachel. Her red eyes had already gone dull and lost focus. But the biggest problem was the utility knife in her right hand.
I had a bad feeling, and of course, I was right. It was definitely Chloe in that mode. She seemed to have lost consciousness.
My eyes darted around. If I didn't defuse the situation right now, a bloody stabbing spree was going to break out in the classroom first thing in the morning.
Before I could even say a word, Rachel, who was still bickering with Abel, scanned Chloe up and down. She then covered her mouth and giggled. At the sound of her laughter, Chloe's brow furrowed. Both of them seemed to have lost their minds.
"Kids shouldn't play with toys like that!"
At those words, Chloe's head tilted at an even more bizarre angle. Unconcerned, Rachel placed her hands on her hips, shrugged, and continued. Hearing her teasing tone, Abel pressed her temples and muttered.
"Hey, kiddo. Just because your chest is small doesn't mean you should be narrow-minded too, you know?"
She squared her shoulders, flaunting her pert breasts.
"Die. You. Bitch."
Click, click. Along with the sound of the blade sliding out, Chloe thrust the utility knife forward like a flash of lightning without a shred of hesitation. Someone let out a small shriek.
The distance was too close. Speed was already Chloe's forte, but she was even sharper and faster than before. An evolving yandere... One wrong move, and someone would be crossing the River Styx in an instant.
Smack!
"!!!"
She caught that?
Before anyone knew it, Rachel was holding Chloe's wrist aloft, twisting it with an easygoing expression. Her grip was so incredibly strong that the hand holding the utility knife turned bright red in an instant.
When Chloe resisted violently, Rachel quickly grabbed her other wrist as well. It wasn't a catfight between schoolgirls; it looked like a macho MMA match.
"Too slow, kiddo."
Rachel looked down at Chloe with cold, dead eyes. Yet, murderous intent still poured from Chloe's eyes. As if finding it laughable, Rachel slightly loosened her grip on Chloe's wrists before squeezing them tight.
A sickening crunch of squeezing flesh echoed. Chloe let out a faint groan of pain.
"Ugh..."
"Rachel, stop!"
Abel stepped in, her expression hardening. Rachel let out a soft sigh and tossed Chloe's hands aside.
Chloe's petite body flew toward the blackboard like a falling leaf. Yet, even in midair, she flipped and stuck the landing on the floor. A few students gasped in admiration.
It seemed there wasn't a single normal girl in this academy. At this point, I desperately wanted to escape this place.
A mischievous glint returned to Rachel's eyes. She then pressed herself right up against my side. A soft, squishy sensation brushed against my elbow. The pillowy softness wrapping around my arm sent a thrilling sensation throughout my entire body. It was to the point where I wouldn't be able to stand up from my seat until the next period.
"Is your name Kang Geomma?"
When I didn't answer, Rachel's heart-shaped eyes narrowed. A mysterious smile played on her lips.
"Is that kid your girlfriend, Geomma?"
"No."
When I flatly denied it, Chloe, who was listening from a meter or two away, glared at me with flat, dead eyes. It was a look that made a million thoughts race through my head. The sharp utility knife in her hand caught my eye.
But facts were facts.
"She's a friend."
"Heh."
It was the best answer I could give. Rachel dragged out her response at my answer. Resting her chin on her hand, she tilted her head.
I couldn't tell what on earth she was thinking behind those heart-shaped eyes. Her elegant collarbones peeked through her unbuttoned school shirt.
When I shifted my gaze slightly, I made eye contact with Abel. She flinched, startled. I had been so distracted that I'd forgotten, but now that I thought about it, she was here too.
"Why did you two come looking for me?"
"Lady Abel said she was interested in you, so I came to check you out."
"When did I ever say that?!"
"Huh? Isn't that why we came?"
"Rachel, you dragged me here against my will!"
"Well, you followed me so obediently that I thought you wanted to come!"
When Abel shrieked, the surrounding eyes focused on her. Abel quickly composed herself, her lips twitching slightly. She then crossed her arms and shut her mouth as if nothing had happened.
The attention of the classroom was overwhelmingly fixed on the four of us. She seemed to realize that saying anything more would only damage her own image.
The place was packed with guys not just from the Wolf Class, but from other classes as well, all crowding around to catch a glimpse of Abel and Rachel.
For now, I just wanted to escape those burning gazes. I was already exhausted from yesterday's events, and having all this pile up on top of it was a massive headache.
Still, seeing how she wasn't leaving, Abel seemed to have something to say. Or maybe she just missed her window to leave and was stuck.
I let out a weary sigh and buried my face in my history textbook. Since this body was still growing, no amount of sleep felt like enough.
"If it's nothing important, leave."
Rachel's chin slipped from her hand. Her eyes went wide, and then she burst into roaring laughter. Abel also wore a bewildered expression.
"You really are an interesting guy!"
I turned my head the other way without replying. I didn't know what was so funny, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with them. My academy life was already messed up; I didn't want any more trouble.
Rachel pressed her breasts flush against my arm, tickling my ear with a sultry voice.
"I like interesting men."
"Good for you. I'm boring."
When I said that, Rachel clutched her stomach and giggled. Her pressed breasts jiggled rhythmically. Even when I nudged away slightly, her chest followed like a magnet.
"How about it? Want to come over to my room after class and watch Letflix?"
Foxy bitch.
"Get away from Geomma-kun right now!"
Chloe, who had quickly snapped back to her senses, shouted with a flushed, angry face.
"Pfft, 'Geomma-kun'!"
Rachel ignored Chloe, who was growling with a furious glare, and checked Abel's reaction.
As if she couldn't stand it any longer, blue sparks flared in Abel's eyes, looking ready to draw her sword at any moment. Wearing a pout, Rachel dusted off her short school skirt and stood up.
"It was fun meeting you, Geomma-kun! See you again soon!"
"Don't come back."
"Pfft, so cold!"
I replied coldly, rubbing my forehead with one hand. Just thinking about getting tangled up with Rachel gave me a migraine.
After glancing at Chloe, whose eyes were glowing red like a dokkaebi's, Rachel linked arms with Abel and waved goodbye to me.
Before leaving, Abel narrowed her eyes and looked at me. Her beautiful eyelashes cast a shadow, half-covering her eyes. Her lips parted as if to say something, but she ultimately turned toward the door.
As Abel and Rachel's backs disappeared, the gazes of over a hundred guys locked onto me all at once. Eyes full of hostility. It seemed I had unintentionally become the public enemy of every male in the academy.
* * *
The hallway of the faculty building leading to the Star Class.
To think he was that much...
Setting aside his cold attitude, the faint presence lurking within his dark, shadowed eyes was overwhelming.
Just exchanging glances for a brief moment made me feel as if my head had been severed. My teeth chattered slightly at the fear I hadn't felt in a long time.
He was clearly on a completely different level from the smooth-talking, empty husks of classmates I had seen since entering the academy.
The Spear Saint family had a long-standing tradition of marrying outstanding martial artists. Thus, from Rachel's perspective, Kang Geomma was an incredibly desirable prospect. Rachel murmured quietly to herself.
Geomma...
His somewhat fierce, prickly attitude and decadent eyes. She could see why even Abel, who was called the impregnable empress among the male students, had taken an interest in him.
As they neared their classroom, Rachel stopped and turned toward Abel. Abel was crossing her arms, letting out deep sighs. Rachel offered an apology with a mysterious smile.
"Sorry, Lady Abel."
"...Sigh, if you're talking about that commotion just now, you shouldn't be apologizing to me. You should apologize to the Wolf Class students."
"No, not that."
"...What?"
She closed one eye and winked.
"I can't let you have Geomma."