25. Pink-haired slut.
25. Pink-haired slut.
The Intelligence Bureau was in complete chaos over the unprecedented corruption of the Asset Management Director and the Satellite Management Director.
The Bureau Chief used this incident to launch a full-scale internal crackdown, posting slogans about rooting out corruption and even offering rewards. All to ensure this kind of situation never happened again.
Whether it was because opinions surfaced that the directors' authority had become too excessive, the Intelligence Bureau dispatched auditors to each department. Now, any matter requiring a director's approval would also need verification from these auditors. Naturally, the departments strongly opposed this, but given the Bureau's bloodthirsty atmosphere, it seemed the decision was pushed through anyway.
Of course, whether the Intelligence Bureau's atmosphere went to shit or not, the AMS's atmosphere couldn't have been better. The tooth that had been aching all this time was finally pulled out in one go, so of course they felt relieved!
As the top contributor to solving this case, Kal was showered with endless praise from Wang-jjiji Ellie and Pink-haired Dana. Even the AMS Leader, who was stingy with compliments, joined in—enough said.
But Louis, the braggart, seemed to find this grating. He tried to downplay Kal's achievements, claiming it was just incredibly good luck. Of course, Kal didn't give a shit what that bastard said. Every squad had one or two of these kinds of assholes anyway. And compared to some, this blond-haired fucker was actually pretty mild.
Anyway, Kal received recognition for his work, got a bonus, and even scored two days of vacation.
After spending years just running away, he finally accomplished something worthwhile and felt a sense of achievement. He thought joining the AMS was a good decision. If he'd joined the Escort or Combat units, he might have advanced faster, but his days would've been filled with nothing but yawns. Catching and locking up pieces of shit like this was a hundred times more fun.
With one major case disappearing in a flash, the AMS finally had some breathing room for the first time in a while. Sure, there were still plenty of trivial tasks, but you'd find that kind of work anywhere.
Thanks to that, Kal got to spend more weekdays doing simulations with the Goody Two-shoes girl. Maybe it was because he'd teased her about her pubic hair sticking out on the first day, but the next time he saw her, her crotch area was all smooth.
"Oh, your pubic hair—!"
"Ah...?"
When Kal pointed his finger at Goody Two-shoes's nether region and said that, her gaze momentarily dropped to her own crotch. And while her attention was distracted for that split second, he beat the living shit out of her.
"Hey, you son of a bitch—!!"
Realizing she'd been completely tricked, Alisa charged at Kal furiously the moment she respawned.
"That's what happens when you let your eyes wander during a fight, huh?"
"You used a dirty trick, you bastard—!"
Honestly, what woman wouldn't look if someone said her pubic hair was showing in that position?!
"A knight needs to focus on the fight whether tits are showing or pubic hair is showing. What are you gonna do when you're in an even more embarrassing situation than this later, huh?!"
Of course, he made it sound so damn reasonable that Alisa couldn't argue back. There was no doubt that bastard was the one in the wrong, but she couldn't deny her own mistake either—that infuriatingly unfair feeling.
But what could she do? She had no choice but to convert that unfairness into anger and charge in.
"Yaaaaaah—!!"
"I told you not to charge in blindly, huh? Fuck, is your head really that empty? Why can't you learn even when I'm teaching you, you dumb bitch? Just quit being a knight and suck my dick, you whore—!"
"Shut up, you bastard—!!"
But no matter how much she attacked, she couldn't even touch a single hair on his head, so she was going absolutely fucking crazy. Honestly, she'd improved this much, so she felt like she should at least be able to put up some kind of fight now, but strangely, the gap just refused to close.
"If this were reality, you'd have been fucked a hundred times over by me. Got it? Tsk, tsk."
Tsk, tsk...!
Alisa was so frustrated that she ground her teeth until they might crack. If she could just land one hit, this rage might cool down a bit, but it seemed this fucking bastard had no such conscience.
"Huh? Are you crying? This cunt, you can't even win and you're crying?"
"I'm not crying, you bastard—!!"
So Alisa got her ass kicked again, and after dying about three more times, she got so angry she ended the connection. Watching her, Kal chuckled like an evil villain.
Fuck, why is this so fun? Am I really just a fucking terrible person?
The problem was that he was already addicted to the fun of teasing this Goody Two-shoes girl. A woman who was numb to everything else but had an insane competitive streak—she was just too easy to provoke.
But she probably thought she was gradually getting better, which was why she kept grinding and pushing forward despite being teased like this.
Anyway—
Before he knew it, a whole month had passed since Kal joined the AMS. Even the fresh-faced trainees who used to stumble around like idiots were starting to develop some proper posture by now.
Since they were pretty much done adapting, their attention now focused on one thing: the simulation sparring rank match.
Trainees registered as probationary knights would be randomly matched against each other. The winner gained points, the loser lost points, and this determined their ranking. Of course, this wasn't just some simple game—the knight order gave bonus points based on these rankings during official knight evaluations. In other words, a higher rank made becoming a full knight significantly easier.
That's why probationary knights were pretty obsessive about these rank matches. And since a high rank also meant you were that much stronger, it naturally established the pecking order too.
There was a limit of three rank matches per day. Winning earned 10 points, losing cost 5 points. If the point gap was too large, matching wouldn't happen easily, and you couldn't face the same opponent more than once a day.
If you didn't play at least one rank match per day, you'd lose 10 points. This prevented people from raising their score and then just sitting on their hands doing nothing.
Though Sunday was a free day every week. Unlimited sparring was possible, and of course, there was no penalty for doing nothing. One day of rest.
Naturally, Alisa, who was desperate to become a knight, had her eyes half-rolled back fixated on this rank match. Rumor had it that if you placed in the top three, becoming a knight was practically guaranteed.
Of course, she wasn't the only one obsessed. These people had already fought through insane competition ratios just to get in here, so of course everyone was fucking desperate to snag even the tiniest bonus point!
That's probably why Alisa kept sending Kal subtle glances whenever they connected to the simulation. Since they were from the same training center, it was her way of hinting that he should help her out a bit.
"We're from the same training center, right? Ugh, you selfish bitch."
"If you'd just stop acting up a little, we'd both benefit. You want to become a knight too, don't you? So why not practice together and go hard—!"
"I don't really care either way since I'm going to get first place."
"Hah... first pwace?"
Hearing that, Alisa let out a snort. No matter how strong Kal was, their peers were also geniuses who could hold their own. Declaring he'd get first place so confidently—how reckless was that?!
"No matter how good you are, that's not happening. Just because you got first in a measly training center doesn't mean you're hot shit. These guys fought through insane competition ratios to get here. Their skills are fucking insane."
"This bitch hasn't been hit enough, I see."
"Ah, cut the bullshit. Anyway, let's work hard together. We need to raise our rankings somehow."
"I told you, I'm getting first."
"Hey you son of a—... fine, okay. If you get first, I'll grant you one wish. Happy now?"
"Oh? Really?"
"And what if you can't?"
"Then I'll grant your wish instead."
"For real? No backing out. A man doesn't go back on his word—!"
"If you don't trust me, just record it. Want me to?"
So Alisa made Kal record it and got the file. Like she could fully trust that fucking bastard's word.
"Just you wait. You're fucked now."
"Who's fucked? The one who's fucked is you, you dumb bitch. Still don't get how strong I am? ...This is why talentless people are hopeless. Tsk, tsk."
"Don't call me talentless, you bastard—!!"
Of course, the talentless bitch got beaten to a pulp by Kal and ended up dead for real.
...No way he's actually going to get first, right?
Alisa was a little shaken by how confident Kal seemed, but no matter how she thought about it, someone from a training center getting first place here was completely absurd.
The failure rate for training center graduates becoming knights was over 99.9%. In other words, just becoming a knight was an incredible achievement. To think someone could beat all those fearsome peers to take first place in the rank match? Honestly, it was impossible by common sense. If that were possible, there'd be no reason to join a training center and bust your ass in the first place.
Right... honestly, it's ridiculous. That bastard is pretty strong, but there are even more monstrous guys here.
There were already two monstrously talented individuals in the Escort and Combat units respectively. Just having those two meant the first and second places were already claimed.
Honestly, Alisa didn't harbor any vain hopes of making the top three. Even getting into the top ten would be a great achievement. Of course, even that would be insanely difficult.
But this bastard would at least make it into the top ten, right? Then sparring with him would be really helpful.
The rank match opens in two days.
No matter what, she didn't want to start her first rank match with a loss. So she pushed herself even harder and kept sparring with Kal.
"Oh, right. Are you going out dressed like that?"
"...What? Are you crazy?! I'd rather just die! ...But how do I change clothes? I've been looking everywhere and can't figure it out."
"Oh really? Then if you land even one hit on me, I'll teach you."
"Hey bastard, honestly that's not fair. Hey, fuck, hey, cunt, hey, this isn't right—, you son of a bitch—!!"
Needless to say, she couldn't land a single hit on him.
Still, since she kept begging so much, he generously gifted her a package.
Of course, she applied the package very cautiously, wondering if this was another one of that bastard's traps. As if pressing the button slowly would somehow protect her.
With a Ppong effect, her entire body was plastered in pink. Pink skintight suit, pink fishnet stockings, pink shoes, pink mask, and even a pink cape—!
Just as expected, a trap.
"You son of a biiiiiitch—!!"
...Still, it was better than the pubic hair swimsuit.