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I clutched my throbbing head. “Ugh… I really don’t want to do this!”

Right now, I was preparing to pull off a teacher cosplay using the materials given to me by Taira Danjo’s secretary, Fumimoto Takayuki. Since I hadn’t studied at all until now, cramming everything at once made my head feel like it was going to split open.

After returning from my vacation at the Human Resources Development Center, I immediately received a business trip order. My colleagues, who were already swamped preparing for the second-half new employee training, shot me dirty looks, but what could I do? This was a direct command from Taira Danjo, the absolute pinnacle of the Taira Group.

Yuukiko understood the situation, so she promised to assign several people to the Educational Support Team 2 where I was stationed. With both Mimata Chieri resigning because of East Weapon and me taking a long-term undercover assignment, it was definitely necessary to reinforce the team.

Shinoe Misano had told me that studying in front of the already overworked team members would kill morale, so she sent me to the empty office we usually used for our secret trysts. Thanks to that, I could study without worrying about anyone’s glares.

If I studied Korean in front of them, they’d definitely give me weird looks and wonder what the hell I was doing. So for me, this was actually a good thing. It was a little boring being alone, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Every so often, the female employees I’d gotten involved with at the Human Resources Development Center would come looking for my cock. After relieving their pent-up desires, they’d leave. Still, it gave me a chance to rest too, so it wasn’t bad at all. It felt like a refreshing break in the middle of studying, which made the sex even more intense and passionate.

The materials Fumimoto Takayuki had prepared were divided into several parts. The first was information ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the Korean language classes I would be teaching. The second contained details about St. Francisco Academy.

There were building maps, surrounding terrain layouts, and a list of teachers. As expected of a school attended by daughters of the ultra-elite, the campus was enormous and the faculty was massive. Memorizing the terrain would be useful, and for the teacher list, I only needed to remember the few people I might actually need to approach. There was no point in learning about the middle school English teachers.

The third part was information about Miya-shi, the city where St. Francisco Academy was located. Miya-shi itself revolved around the academy and the villas owned by the wealthy upper class near Mount Fuji. Almost every citizen worked in jobs related to the academy or those private estates.

Technically, based on population, it should have been classified as a town or even a village. But after heavy lobbying, it was upgraded to city status. The government subsidies for a city were far greater than for a town or village, so they’d pulled some strings.

Anyway, the information on Miya-shi mostly covered the locations of villas belonging to powerful families and corporate executives, along with maps of government offices and other key sites.

The final section was about my target, Minamoto Risa. She was a twenty-year-old high school student. The attached photo showed a girl with tanned brown skin and pink-tinted blonde hair—the classic gyaru high school girl look.

She had a very pretty face. Since the photo was cropped like an ID picture around her chest area, I couldn’t see her figure, but her face alone was beautiful.

Moving past the photo, the information revealed she was the daughter of Minamoto Misaki, the woman Minamoto Ujin had cherished most. Because Minamoto Misaki had died young, Minamoto Risa never received proper maternal care and had grown up quite twisted.

Even if she was “twisted,” it mostly just meant she dressed like a gyaru… If any friends or shady dealers tried offering her alcohol, cigarettes, men, or drugs, they’d probably end up as corpses courtesy of the killers employed by the Minamoto family.

The reason she’d been held back a year was… school refusal. She simply hadn’t attended class, so her attendance fell short and she was forced to repeat the year. This incident had apparently soured relations between the Minamoto Group and St. Francisco Academy.

The Minamoto Group had pressured the school to let her graduate despite the poor attendance, but the academy refused. That firm stance was possible because the Taira family was backing St. Francisco Academy.

No matter how powerful the Minamoto family was, they couldn’t act recklessly while the Taira family stood behind the school. In the end, Minamoto Risa was held back and became a twenty-year-old high school student.

“Hmm… This kind of personal gossip is way more interesting than studying, honestly.”

I muttered to myself as I folded the document containing Minamoto Risa’s information. Preparing for class made my head hurt, but these little tidbits of scandal were actually fun to read, so the pages flew by.

Thankfully, after consuming the elixir from the Daughter of the Abyss statue, my intelligence had risen to 8. After reading something a few times, the contents stayed vividly in my mind.

I was also starting to feel the effects of higher intelligence that I hadn’t noticed in the game. My training in Shinkai Yatsude, Shadow Domination, and psychokinesis seemed to be progressing slightly faster.

When my intelligence was low, I could only repeat the same training mindlessly. Now that it was higher, I could actually understand what I was doing, and the training became much more effective.

Come to think of it, in both TMC and Mega Corp’s Youngest Son, characters with high intelligence tended to have more skills and higher proficiency levels.

The biggest boost to my knowledge stat—now at 4—had come from the knowledge of the Abyss, which had significantly increased my proficiency in both Shadow Domination and Shinkai Yatsude.

As expected, there really wasn’t a single useless stat. Still, because of the side effects of the Abyss stat, Willpower and Resistance remained my top priorities. Intelligence wasn’t quite at the very top of the list yet.

“Alright, let’s check unit seven one more time…”

I muttered as I opened the book summarizing Korean language education again. The biggest relief during this preparation was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that I didn’t have to learn the entire three-year high school curriculum. I only needed to prepare for the final semester of the senior year—the period I would actually be there.

Incidentally, the instructions said to focus on the tanning and blonde hair dye right before the new semester started, when I first showed my face at school. Doing it now, with more than three weeks left, might tip off the Minamoto side.

Click.

Just as I opened the book to study, I heard the door open and saw Shinoe Misano standing there. You were just here before lunch, you horny auntie.

Shinoe Misano must have read the look in my eyes, because she answered defensively.

“I won’t be able to do it for six months, so I need to charge up as much as possible right now…”

Hmm. That actually made sense. For me, studying the female body was far more interesting than studying Korean, so her offer was definitely tempting. Although I had reviewed Shinoe Misano’s body multiple times already, it was still an endlessly fascinating subject. I closed the book I had been reading.

“Since we did it earlier, shall we do a review? Suck it for me.”

She was inside a steel box. She had to be transported by plane to Tokyo while still inside the container, all for the sake of a certain promise.

Any normal person would have felt bored during the long flight, but she felt no such emotion. She had simply paused her systems temporarily to conserve energy.

Thud! With a dull sound, a small hole was punched through the steel container. An arm slid out through the gap. The hand turned the handle, opened the container door, then slipped back inside.

Creeeeak—

The small container door opened with an unpleasant metallic screech, probably because it hadn’t been properly lubricated.

Inside the container stood a woman. She wore a black cyber suit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that clung tightly to her body, revealing her figure. A helmet covered her head, making it impossible to see her face.

“Scan… CCTV confirmation.”

Since this was a warehouse full of various cargo, CCTV cameras were installed everywhere. The woman in the bodysuit reached toward the nearest camera. The blinking red light that indicated the camera was active immediately went dark.

She continued moving with mechanical precision, disabling each camera one by one before proceeding. In the blink of an eye, the helmeted woman had left the airport warehouse and walked casually toward the parking lot.

After scanning hundreds of cars and motorcycles in mere seconds, she approached the bike that best matched her current appearance.

“Connecting…”

She placed her hand on the motorcycle’s control unit and murmured. The engine roared to life instantly. The woman mounted the bike naturally and rode away, disappearing from the airport.

A short while later, two airport security guards entered the warehouse. Both wore serious expressions.

“Did the CCTV malfunction?”

“Yes. It was only for about ten seconds, but the screens turned off one by one and then came back on.”

They seemed to have come to check the warehouse because of what the helmeted woman had done. The two guards walked deeper inside, checking each camera that had gone dark. Since the cameras had turned off and on again in sequence—as if someone were leaving the warehouse—they were able to trace the incident back to its starting point.

The guards discovered a container with its door wide open and completely empty. Startled, they grabbed their radios.

“Incident T has occurred! The item inside container number T456329 has been stolen. Please check all CCTV footage around the airport immediately!”

After reporting to the control room, the guards searched the area around the container. They found the hole that had been punched through it and the broken fragments. Soon after, the security chief arrived to assess the situation.

“Who is the original owner of this container?”

“As written on the side, it belongs to Energy-Link Industrial Company.”

When the chief asked the nearby office worker, the man answered while sweating profusely. Sure enough, the words “Energy-Link Industrial Company” were clearly printed in English on the side of the container.