Chapter 143: Smelly Yet Pleasant
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 143: Smelly Yet Pleasant
I ended up getting dragged away.
I mean, what did I even do that was so wrong?
The guy who picked the fight was Under-the-Bed, and he was the one who used the sparring arena without permission.
All I did was poke a tiny little hole in a government-owned building…
Wait, that’s actually bad.
Even in my past life, attacking a government building was a big deal, wasn't it? People lose their minds if you attack something like an embassy.
In a place like this, which is basically a war zone, attacking one must be even more serious.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, my back straightened instinctively, and I folded my hands politely in front of me.
Confident, pretending to maintain professionalism, not groveling but looking as pitiful and polite as possible—and most importantly, a swift apology.
As I prepared the kind of "sophisticated apology" I’d mastered through corporate life, Under-the-Bed looked at me like I was an idiot.
Youuuu~ You’ve lived a social life too, yet you have no sense of how to apologize properly.
I bet he’s been walking around with his chest puffed out just because he’s a hotshot combat mage.
But this is Yggdrasil.
The moment the door opened, I stood up abruptly and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle.
“I am terribly sorry!”
“…Save the apologies for later. Sit down.”
It was a cold voice.
Dammit, should I have gone with a more groveling apology?
A lot of elites hate it when people act too subservient, which is why I went for the sophisticated look.
But who is this?
I expected Derek, August, or maybe Penny, our teacher-in-charge, but I looked up at the unfamiliar voice.
Why is Erin’s secretary here?
I blinked, momentarily dazed to see Katrina instead of the person I expected or a teacher.
Is Erin coming? Looking at how Katrina sat down across from us, it seemed like she was the one handling this.
Does Katrina handle things when rules are broken or when investigations are needed?
I’ve lived such an exemplary school life that I wouldn't know; I’ve never done anything wrong before.
Under-the-Bed and I nudged each other with our elbows as we sat back down.
Watching our pathetic display with cold eyes, Katrina looked at the tablet she brought and began explaining my transgressions point by point.
Since I already knew everything, I pretended to listen intently while brainstorming how to apologize to minimize the punishment.
She seems to dislike anything stiff or frivolous, so I should adopt the Akito style—accept all punishment and show a sincere attitude.
“Isaac Daymond, you will get off with a warning this time, but if you do something like this again, there will be no mercy.”
“Yeah, yeah. Got it.”
Cocky bastard. They’re letting him off even though he’s acting like that? Maybe I won't get scolded that hard either.
After being lenient with Under-the-Bed, Katrina turned her gaze toward me.
“Seo Yeon-woo. You are ordered to complete 48 hours of community service and 12 hours of safety training.”
“Thank you for your lenien—wait, what?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No… are you sure you didn't get that wrong? I think you swapped our punishments.”
“No. There is no mistake.”
…Is this for real?
I thought the world had stopped unfairly screwing me over lately, but is it starting again?
Sure, I know attacking a government facility is a crime, but we’re students. Isn't it a daily occurrence to break a few buildings or facilities while practicing magic?
The kid who blew up the Secret Medicine Laboratory last time only got a lecture.
Seeing my expression, Katrina explained in a cold voice why I received such a sentence.
Attacking a government facility, the fact that someone could have been hurt even if there were no casualties, the reckless use of magic powerful enough to pierce walls within the school—the list went on and on.
Usually, when someone lists such detailed reasons, it’s not a "justified disciplinary action"—it’s a declaration that they intend to ruin you.
“Do you have any further objections?”
“No, none. Oh, wait, I have one. Can I punch this guy in his smirking face just once?”
While Katrina was explaining, that damn Under-the-Bed kept snickering, grating on my nerves.
He couldn't say a word when he was getting his ass handed to him in the arena, but now he’s having the time of his life?
“You may, if you intend to increase your sentence.”
“I see.”
I nodded and stood up.
Whack!
“Gah!”
Did you think I wouldn't?
Under-the-Bed, having taken a direct hit to the jaw, fell pathetically off his chair. I sat back down under Katrina’s icy stare.
“I’m sorry. I will accept the punishment obediently.”
“…Understood. I am increasing your community service to 72 hours.”
Setting aside how cool that felt, the punishment really did increase.
How petty.
Still, as long as I got a hit in, it’s fine.
What? If you’ve got a problem, hit me back. You’re too scared to do it, aren't you?
I flashed a brilliant smile at the glaring Under-the-Bed as he stood up, then turned back to Katrina.
Anyway, I guess the service starts today.
I have to go around the school after classes and do assigned tasks.
I contacted Setsuna to push back our tutoring session and informed Yukina about the punishment.
I had a hard time stopping Yukina from protesting out of anger that only I was being punished.
“Hello, I look forward to working with you.”
“Oh my, what could a good boy like Yeon-woo have possibly done wrong? What happened? Isn't there some mistake?”
“Ahaha, it was my fault.”
After all classes were over, I went around cleaning the school with the janitors.
Perhaps because I always greeted the staff and treated them kindly, everyone seemed to welcome me.
Regardless, I didn't want to do community service.
And if you’re going to make me do it, there are plenty of good places like the girls' restroom or the girls' locker room! Isn't there a situation where I’m cleaning and a bunch of girls suddenly rush in, forcing me to hide in a cabinet?
You know, those heart-fluttering ero-events where pretty girls change clothes defenselessly, and someone notices me but keeps it a secret!
Why do you keep sending me to the men’s facilities?!
After working hard cleaning the school, I had to go receive my training, so I headed to a room near the Principal’s office.
Is it because a classroom is too big for just me? Why call me here?
When I stepped inside, I saw a tea table and a sofa; it didn't look like a place for training at all.
A counseling room? A reception room? Seeing a whiteboard in the corner that didn't match the interior at all, it seemed they brought it in specifically.
Either way, I had to fill the hours, so I sat quietly on the sofa and waited until Katrina entered.
“I didn't expect… you to do this yourself.”
“It is one of my duties.”
She answered coolly while dragging the whiteboard over, but does a principal’s secretary usually have that in their job description?
I don't get it.
“Move this sofa; it’s in the way.”
At Katrina’s command, I pushed the opposite sofa into the corner.
I could see the whiteboard just fine even with the sofa there, so I didn't know why she made me move it.
However, once Katrina stood in front of the board and began her explanation, I became grateful that I’d moved it.
Was it because there was a table in the way when I was being scolded this morning? Was her skirt always that short?
The short skirt, which looked like it might reveal her underwear even if she leaned over just a little, fully exposed her beautiful legs.
Her waist was incredibly thin, while her hips and chest were large—a physique that made me satisfied just by looking.
Every time she turned around to write something on the whiteboard, the "hidden inch" beneath her skirt made me anticipate a glimpse of her underwear.
Erin has breasts that could kill a man, but Katrina’s body is incredible too.
On top of that, every time she pointed at the board with a small rod that looked like an old TV antenna, I couldn't concentrate because it reminded me of those "Female Teacher" adult video series.
I’m so glad I’m getting this training.
“Are you listening?”
“Yes, I’m watching very closely.”
“…I was asking about your hearing, not your vision.”
Katrina frowned and continued her explanation, but then she sighed as if she couldn't take it anymore and put down the tablet she was holding.
Dammit, was I staring too obviously?
Thinking the fun times were about to end, I snapped out of it and looked Katrina straight in the eye.
Katrina met my gaze indifferently, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.
“I’m feeling a bit exhausted.”
“Would you like to take a break? Ah, I’m definitely not trying to slack off. I just really like your class, Miss Katri—”
“No, that’s fine.”
Cutting me off, Katrina placed her tablet on a nearby table.
“I am usually a person who maintains a very strict demeanor.”
“Yes, you seem that way.”
“I don't usually show any signs of laxity, but it is quite hot in here.”
“Should I turn on the air conditioner?”
“There’s no need for that. However, it’s a bit stifling, so would you mind if I unbuttoned a few buttons?”
“Thank you.”
“…?”
“No, no. By all means, go ahead.”
Katrina gave me a suspicious look before she began unbuttoning her shirt.
As each button was undone by her hand, her skin was gradually revealed, and the cleavage that had been tightly wrapped in her clothes began to show.
…Wait a minute, this is weird.
Even though Katrina is the type to go "Heugh!" while being plowed by Akito, her personality is fastidious—a cold-headed person who never shows a weakness anywhere.
She’s a thorough and stiff person who pays meticulous attention to even a stray collar, so why is she showing such a relaxed appearance in front of me?
But man, her chest is amazing.
No, no. That’s not what’s important. Why is Katrina, who considers showing a disheveled side a weakness, acting like this?
After unbuttoning enough that the lace at the edge of her bra was slightly visible, Katrina began explaining again with a stiff face, as if she didn't care about her appearance.
A tight skirt that barely hid that final inch, a dress shirt that should have given a formal impression but made a man’s heart race just by being unbuttoned—she was a sexy beauty who radiated an erotic atmosphere while maintaining a serious expression.
Is she hitting on me? Why?
No matter how much I think about it, I can't find an answer, so I just conclude it’s because I’m handsome.
Geez, being too handsome is such a problem.
To think that the fastidious, Erin-obsessed Katrina would try this hard to seduce me.
“If you’re too hot, you can take off your jacket.”
“…That is a good idea.”
For real?
Katrina considered my words, then took off her jacket and hung it on a hanger.
The click-clack of her high heels tickled my ears, and her voluptuous figure, previously hidden by the jacket, was etched into my memory.
“This is an important part, so please focus.”
“I am more focused right now than I have ever been in my life.”
I felt like even blinking was a waste of time.
Come at me whenever you want.
Since we both have our positions, I shouldn't make the first move, right? Someone like Katrina would want to be the one in control.
I’m all ready. I’ll accept whatever play you want. Seduce me all you want.
At my intensely focused attitude, Katrina nodded and continued her explanation.
And when the training ended, I walked out alone.
Eh?
Why didn't she do anything? Wasn't she seducing me?
* * *
Katrina curled the corners of her mouth as she watched the door Yeon-woo had exited through.
Just look at him, drooling at the slight reveal of her body.
As she expected, Yeon-woo was incredibly lecherous and lacked self-control.
In fact, even without doing this personally, Katrina already knew he was a massive pervert.
Hadn't that brat constantly stolen glances at Lady Erin’s breasts every time he came for an interview?
Every time he stole a glance with those impure eyes, unaware that Lady Erin was merely pretending not to notice, Katrina had to suppress her irritation and rage.
That guy doesn't do it because he likes Lady Erin; he’s just a beast in heat for any woman.
Katrina had struggled to endure Yeon-woo’s gaze as he stared wide-eyed, scanning her chest, hips, and legs.
Now that she had confirmed he was sufficiently aroused, Katrina planned to continue the training, slowly teasing him until he finally snapped and attacked her.
If Lady Erin were to appear at that critical moment and witness the beast in heat…
Katrina smirked and sat down pleasantly on the sofa where Yeon-woo had been sitting.
“…What is this smell?”
Katrina tilted her head at a scent she had never smelled before and looked around.
Something a bit funky, yet pleasant…
Unable to realize that it was the scent of Yeon-woo’s crotch, Katrina stood up as she felt her body growing hot from the strange sensation.
Now was not the time to worry about a smell.
With great effort, she had manipulated things to lead Seo Yeon-woo into a trap.
As she left, pondering how to seduce him further, Katrina looked around the reception room—which was no longer used because Erin conducted most interviews in the Principal’s office—and sprayed a massive amount of deodorizer.
The smell was pleasant, but… no, even if it wasn't being used, she couldn't leave a funky smell behind.
After spraying enough deodorizer to numb her nose, Katrina left the room with a satisfied face.
She had no idea that the smell she dismissed so lightly would come back to haunt her in the future.