Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Pampered Junior
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Chapter 6 - Pampered Junior
Chapter 6 - Homesickness
"Jeong-woo~ Mino~"
After that harsh act(?) in the bathroom, the atmosphere definitely loosens up.
"Let's do the sorting together!"
Private First Class Kanna seems to be in a much better mood all of a sudden.
She's especially touched that we treat her like a senior.
"Yes, understood!"
Mino and I shout in unison and leap to our feet.
We hurry after Private First Class Kanna without a second thought about who goes first.
But despite my attitude, there's always one problem that crops up.
"Ehey!"
It's Sergeant Rachel.
She can't stand the sight of Private First Class Kanna dragging me around.
"Jeong-woo, come over here."
"Ah..."
Private First Class Kanna has no choice but to shoot me a dejected look.
She gets the situation now—that I can't help her—but seeing me get more favoritism than her must stir up all sorts of feelings.
"You guys should hustle through those dirty jobs yourselves! Why do you keep dumping them on Jeong-woo, hm?"
Sergeant Rachel links her arm with mine as she chews out her juniors.
Everyone lets out heavy sighs every time, but there's nothing we can do about it.
Rachel is the top senior in our Dormitory 1, with just three months left until her discharge.
Ignoring her would be like thumbing your nose at the military rank system itself.
"Why you acting so stiff? Jeong-woo, you can relax right next to sis!"
Honestly, from my perspective, it's downright absurd.
I've got more time in service than you—and I started earlier, too.
Plus, I've already been discharged once.
"Aww, so cute~!"
But here, I'm just a fresh-faced private with the insignia to match—no real stripes to my name. I can't even push back against Sergeant Rachel's flirting.
Squish-
My one consolation is the breast pressing against my arm.
Sergeant Rachel doesn't even bother with the standard-issue sports bra.
Her soft bare skin always tickles my forearm, and for some reason, when I focus there...
I feel those perky little peaks poking out.
Good lord.
Way too open. Then again, this is a place where women act tough as men anyway—if I let stuff like this get to me, I'm the one who loses.
Better to just enjoy it. No point getting upset over nothing.
It's not like the training camp, where hands would shove straight into my crotch or they'd come at me all vulgar and crude. This doesn't really grate.
Back there, those psychos just wanted to use me as a stress-relief jerk-off toy—that was the issue. Here at the unit, though, everyone keeps a reasonable line.
Makes sense. If anything pops off here, it'll stick to them like a tail until discharge day, so they're cautious.
"Want sis to grab you some snacks from the PX?"
"No thanks! I'm good!"
"Tch. A rook talking back to a sergeant?"
Her behavior feels more like seduction than harassment anyway. Sticking close, grinding those tits against me—her naughty intentions are plain as day as she tries to lure me in.
Makes it hard to say no.
Hmm, somehow...
I feel like I've turned into one of those popular hot guys...
"Alright! Pick out everything you want!"
Sergeant Rachel drags me to the PX after all.
Rookies barely have anything to do anyway, and trailing after seniors is just daily routine...
So I step into this little slice of heaven without a say in the matter.
Honestly, no matter what else, I gotta give Sergeant Rachel props for this one.
"Sis is buying, got it?"
She shrugs her shoulders like she's flaunting her rank and cash, grinning as she promises to buy me anything.
It's peak arrogance, but to me, it's like rain in the middle of a drought.
"Ah, yes! Thank you!"
Truth is, I wanted to check this place out.
The isekai boot camp didn't even have a PX—I suffered like a dog for a whole month straight. But here, they've got one, the supposed bright spot of military life!
Wonder what they've got. What kind of snacks?
Maybe stuff like the Korean military PX.
They've mimicked Korean army gear left and right with their magic tools and whatnot, so food has to be similar, right?
I browse the shelves one by one, expectations high...!
"..."
Nothing.
Ramen, cream udon, frozen foods...
All the stuff from my military days? Gone. Not even basic hardtack.
Drinks are all brands I've never seen in my life.
Fuck. Everything else is damn near identical—why's the food gotta be different?
Lately, I've been craving real meals nonstop.
Tearing into ssamjang, piling it on steaming white rice, grilling up heaps of pork belly and shoveling it in...
Hot, fiery red broths dance in my mind's eye. I miss slurping down ramen like it was soup.
Even greasy, sweet jjajangmyeon hits different today. First thing I scarfed on my initial overnight pass was jjajang and tangsuyuk...
"..."
I freeze up, hand stalled. The shelves are packed with products, but not a single familiar flavor in sight.
Try to psych myself up, but it's no use.
Sure, I'm in another world—might as well chow down on local grub and head home. But after all the bullshit I've endured...
Today, Korean food's on my brain extra hard.
"What? Why aren't you picking?"
Sergeant Rachel fusses at my stalled hand.
"Aha~ Overwhelmed by all the choices? Hm?"
She's totally misreading this.
"You think sis can't cover it all? No need to hold back, I said!"
Sergeant Rachel grabs a huge basket now and starts dumping in anything my eyes even glance at.
"This? Want it?"
"Ah, uh..."
No time to hesitate. If it looks good enough, in it goes.
"Drinks too. Load up!"
Way too much.
The basket's about to burst.
"Sis is going big, I told you!"
Sergeant Rachel shows no signs of stopping. Hell, she grabs a second basket.
The vibe's getting weird now.
Wait, this...
"Load it all up! Sis can handle this much!"
Feels like a scene I've seen before.
Mountains of snacks piled high.
Next to them, four 2L bottles of drinks.
"Good, good~"
Sergeant Rachel finally cracks a satisfied smile.
The little table for eating is nearly buried. No room left to set anything down.
"How's that? Good?"
I can't help but break into a cold sweat at the sheer volume.
This is something I never dealt with even back in my own military days...
"Eat up. Come on~"
Food torture...?
Hold up. This can't be right.
"Um, Sergeant Rachel...?"
"Yeah? Oh, too much? Don't sweat it~! I just bought extra!"
Phew.
Yeah, that tracks.
After all the niceness so far, shoving this mountain at me to devour feels off.
She's just bought generously. Stash the leftovers in my locker.
This'll keep me stuffed for a month easy. Plenty.
"Eat as much as you want. Got it?"
"Yes, understood!"
So I grab something from the pile in front of me.
Looks like chocolate chip cookies—decent packaging.
Tons inside, too. Unlike our nitrogen-puffed Korean snacks, this 15cm pack is crammed full of cookies.
One bite, and moist chocolate flavor melts with sweet cookie dough on my tongue.
Fills my cheeks with pure bliss...
"How is it?"
"It's seriously delicious! Thank you!"
I'm not big on sweets usually, but this hits nice.
Just unfamiliar stuff from another world, but quality-wise, way better than back home.
But...
I finish one pack—or try to—and suddenly my jaw locks up.
"Hm?"
Sergeant Rachel tilts her head.
I'm so shocked I clap a hand over my mouth.
"What's up?"
What the hell. It was tasty.
"Ah, it's nothing..."
Suddenly my throat clamps down.
The half pack left feels like a massive wall.
Why so much? Just stuff in some nitrogen like Korea.
What kind of tech keeps the cookies from crumbling in this plastic bag?
"What, don't wanna eat?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
Sergeant Rachel tilts her head again.
But her expression's different this time.
She loaded up to impress the guy, but he can't even polish off one pack and suddenly covers his mouth.
No wonder she's rattled. Still, I can't play along anymore.
Something's off. I really can't eat more.
Stomach's not full, but my body won't accept it.
"Um, but I'm stuffed... C-can I share the rest with the other seniors?"
Before I even finish, Sergeant Rachel's face goes stone-cold...
"With other kids?"
She scowls.
"That won't fly. Eat more, got it?"
No, fuck.
But at this rate, it's no different from food torture.
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