Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: The Modest Club Freshman Crushing on Her Senior
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I got so caught up in the dildo and puppy cosplay that I barely made it to university on time.
In the lecture hall, I spent the whole day scouting for a decent 'park.' I needed a spot to take Sulli out for a walk after turning her into a puppy.
With the AA Field card, I could probably do it right on the street, but the range was too limited.
If I recklessly expanded the field in some alleyway, I might end up dragging everyone sleeping peacefully at home out into the street. That would be way too unnatural.
Setting up the field in the middle of a somewhat spacious park would let Sulli and me roam freely and enjoy the walk.
Besides, that's the fun part—using spots like park restrooms along the way.
While searching around like that, I also checked Sulli's schedule.
[Me: Got time tonight or tomorrow night by any chance?]
[Sulli: Unnie's teaching me tonight...]
[Sulli: Tomorrow night works! Should I come to your place, oppa?]
She always replied lightning-fast. Her responses never took more than a minute unless she was asleep.
[Me: How about tomorrow evening? Night date.]
[Sulli: Yay♡♡]
[Sulli: I'll dress up pretty!]
[Me: Nah.]
[Me: Wear something comfy.]
[Me: Got stuff planned.]
[Sulli: Oh?]
[Me: Something easy to put on and take off.]
[Sulli: Pervert.]
[Sulli: PervertpervertpervertpervertOppa you're such a pervert]
[Me: Got it?]
[Sulli: Yes♡]
She probably thinks we're heading to a motel after the date. Whatever—once I get her to the park and tell her to strip, she'll do it on her own.
If I suck on the tail a bit and slide it in nice and easy, it'll go right in. And it won't even hurt her.
Imagining Sulli crawling on all fours, naked except for puppy ears, tail, mittens, and boots, got my dick rock-hard in seconds.
Sucks that I can't do it today, but since I'm at it, maybe rack up some small points tonight.
Ga-young noona's ass... Friday's a day off, so plenty of time—perfect for breaking that in. Saturday's for NTR play with Yoon Si-yeon...
So much to do.
No big assignments right now, so I can take my time, one day at a time...
"I'll assign group projects on this topic—due by the Friday after next. I'll randomly form the groups and have the TA notify you."
"......"
Should I just drop out of uni?
***
Just when you think it's over, bam—new reports and group assignments.
Even for an easygoing guy like me, group projects were a real pain.
Still, if I'm not quitting, gotta do it. If I get stuck with deadweights, I'll just solo it.
Of course, the ideal scenario is...
"......"
Ending up in the same group as Lee Eun-chae, the carry machine impassively packing up her books and laptop right in front of me.
With her, even if everyone else bails, it'd be a breeze.
I'd just dig up some materials... If we end up together, I should buy her a meal as thanks.
She's helped me out big time on assignments before. Plus, she'll be sucking my dick soon enough.
I wonder what face Eun-chae makes when she blows you.
"Lee Sun-ha?"
"Yes?"
I'd been fantasizing about a gasping Eun-chae when a voice called from behind.
It sounded hesitant, like they weren't sure, so I turned around.
There stood a tall, skinny guy in glasses... Ah, the volunteer club president?
Jeong Min-seok, right?
"You remember me?"
"Of course. How's the club?"
"Honestly, it's on the brink of collapse... Anyway, not here to talk about that."
I caught a hint of distress, but oh well. I planned to do regular volunteering now, but on my own schedule.
Anyway, no idea why he'd seek me out suddenly. He was persistent last year about recruiting me, but backed off cleanly when I said no to joining seriously.
"Mind stepping out for a chat?"
"Sure."
Volunteers aren't always the goody-two-shoes types—plenty are tough as nails. No clue why, but that's how it is.
And lots of people mistake kindness for weakness, so those with grit stick around longer.
This senior, though, was unusually soft and genuine compared to the hardcore vets. No worries, I followed him out of the lecture hall.
Outside, a petite girl waited for us.
Round glasses, bobbed black hair, super modest vibe. Her bangs and glasses hid her eyes, but she looked pretty cute at a glance.
Spotting me with the president, she bowed shyly.
"Hello..."
"Oh, hi. Hello. Who's this...?"
"She's a freshman who joined our club this year. Welfare major."
"I'm Shin Su-ah."
"Freshman, huh? Urban Sociology sophomore, Lee Sun-ha."
We exchanged greetings, then I glanced back at the president. Clearly not just introducing a newbie—she'd come along for the ride.
He scratched his head apologetically and got to the point.
"You ever met Professor Sung Ji-yoon?"
"Yeah, said hi briefly last time."
"She's our club's faculty advisor starting this year."
"Ah~ But advisors don't really do much, right?"
"Usually, but... she's way more hands-on than expected."
"Hmm."
I could already guess where this was going.
But I stayed quiet, letting him continue.
"She slotted us into the city's Arbor Day event next week. During that, some city official mentioned your name."
"Yeah, I know folks there. Mom volunteered with them for about a year."
"Figures... Anyway, no idea what was said, but they really want you there."
"Aha."
"And since we're short on members, might as well put your name on the roster too..."
His voice trailed off, apologetic. He hadn't done anything wrong—just the messenger.
People like him usually burn out quick, but holding president was impressive.
I pondered silently, and he averted his eyes, waiting. The girl beside him...
"Sorry..."
Kept glancing at him while apologizing to me for no reason. His face lit up whenever he looked her way.
Are they hitting it off?
Curious about the club president's dynamic with this cute freshman, but business first.
Whatever—professors throw their weight around, students can't fight it.
No clue why drag me in suddenly, but clashing with her means headaches for me.
Still, not going in blind.
"President."
"Yeah?"
"Let's go see the professor together."
Time to meet her.
***
"You're always volunteering anyway—might as well help keep the club alive, right?"
"......"
"Exactly."
"Right? The city official praised you tons. Said they'd love your help again. So I told them I'd bring you."
"Sure, sure."
"It's next Saturday—prep accordingly. Oh, and since you're here, wanna fill out the membership form now?"
"Pr-Professor..."
"What?"
"No need to force him to join..."
"Force? It's not like we have tons of official events. Just put your name down."
"But..."
"Nah, I'll join. Felt bad turning down your recruiting last year."
"See? We help each other out."
I knew it'd be a pushy sales pitch, but nope—same as expected. Her personality was obvious from our brief chat before.
The president tried intervening to at least save me from joining, but I took the form anyway.
"Get that to President Jeong, and we're out."
"Yes. See you next time."
"......"
She swept her side-parted hair elegantly and shooed us out with a wave. Her poised silhouette in that sleek suit lingered in my mind as we left.
Slender figure suited her perfectly.
Heading out of the building, the president hung his head even lower.
"Sorry..."
"Nah. Like she said, not many official events. I won't drop by the clubroom often, but I'll join when I can."
"Thanks for saying that, but..."
"It's fine. Next time, let's grab drinks and trash-talk the prof."
"Deal. I'll buy proper drinks. Thanks, man."
"Th-thank you."
I took their thanks and apologies, scribbled the form, swapped numbers, and parted ways.
On the way out, I checked the professor's info.
Sung Ji-yoon: [Market mayor's coming to the Arbor Day event—might as well get face time.] [Heard you're kinda famous with those officials. Dropping your name might smooth things over? You even got an award once.]
'Oh... not bad.'
No trace of guilt, treating me like a tool for her gain—it was refreshingly straightforward.
Most would find it annoying, but I preferred it this way. Easier to deal with.
Hell, isn't that normal? Humans are selfish by nature.
If this happened last year, even I'd be pissed. But things are different now.
I've got the Good Deed app.
Still, cheeky is cheeky. Before the event, I'd have a one-on-one with Professor Sung.
[SSR: Master of Blackmail]
Time for its owner to shine. Our dear professor needs some pure torment. Feels like that's what the card's for anyway.
Turning that spark of anger into fun, I spent points to query the club's freshman.
Shin Su-ah: [Thank goodness that senior's joining... President's been stressing so much.] [Wonder if he'll ask me to the cafe again today...? Hope so...]
Passive, quiet type at first glance. Her thoughts matched.
Guess the president's soft side clicked with this introverted 20-year-old. Looked like they'd start dating soon.
Recalling the petite underclassman—cuter in her plainness than even Sulli—I applied a card.
Applied Card: [SR: Become My Sex Doll]
I hesitated but ditched it seeing zero experience.
Was gonna save it for a random hottie on the street, but none caught my eye yet. Hoarding's a waste.
I'll pop her cherry before our sweet club president does.
Can't risk campus—bus to a quiet motel in some out-of-the-way spot.