09. 3,827th Class Enrollment
09. 3,827th Class Enrollment
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"Alright. That's all done."
The class assigned to Sihwan and Rihana had 59 people, and the rooms handled by the remaining six had 58.
With that, the assignments for all 466 people were complete.
As expected, most of the competition had focused on gathering female trainees, so there were quite a few girls they inevitably lost out on(?).
Still, it wasn't as bad as he'd thought—thank goodness—because Pantre and Louis, burning with jealousy and envy toward Sihwan, had picked the strongest-looking guys first regardless of gender, starting off with male trainees for the initial rounds.
What a massive relief.
Thanks to that, most of the higher-priority girls went to Sihwan and the other girls, while the ones Pantre, Louis, and Gundogan took were C-grade or lower-priority ones with less appealing looks.
"Starting tomorrow, classes will run according to this assignment chart."
"Does that mean we'll get different homeroom instructors too? Seeing my wife's face during class time was pretty fun in its own way."
"...Do you not have any concept of 'business and personal life'? Cut the pointless chatter."
"Pointless? That's cold."
Couldn't he just shut that mouth of his?
Yu Ina let out a sigh, but Sihwan's mouth wasn't about to seal itself shut.
"...As I said earlier, A-Class stays the same, so I'm still your homeroom instructor. But it's also true that each class has its own separate homeroom instructor."
"So we'll have two homeroom instructors each?"
"No. You're just under me. Think of it simply: your affiliation is always A-Class, and you're being 'dispatched' as class reps to manage the other classes. It's similar to how Guilds operate in the Tower."
"Got it."
As Sihwan nodded, Yu Ina glanced at him briefly and neatly sorted the documents listing the class rosters.
"You've worked hard for the past month. But the real start begins after tomorrow's entrance ceremony, so don't let your guard down."
"But hey. Don't normal schools(?) usually space out early classes like this and the entrance ceremony? How's it right on the next day?"
An entrance ceremony the very next day without even a single day off.
And then classes would resume after that—honestly, it felt pretty damn boring.
Sure, if he'd joined a Guild with serious intentions of becoming a Tower Warrior, he wouldn't think that way, but since he had no romantic notions about being a Tower Warrior and zero interest in joining someone else's Guild, it was inevitably just a nutrient-free waste of time for him.
'Come to think of it, do I even need to keep attending? Feels like I've achieved all my goals.'
A thought that popped up now that class assignments were all wrapped up.
He'd gotten Yu Ina, built a relationship with Yeonseo, and snagged the Slums—which pretty much reeled in Rihana too—so honestly, the only goal left was Eleonore.
'Tch. Gotta seduce this one, no way around it.'
He wasn't clueless despite his bulldozer-style talking. He knew she had no will to follow him yet.
His immediate goal was to somehow change her heart and make her stick with him to the end.
"Hmph. Worrying about such trivial stuff."
"Trivial? Rest is important, you know. Muscles need rest to grow—don't you get that?"
"Then don't come out."
"You're too much. Such a nag."
"Anyway, today's class ends here, and the special classes are done too. Go back and rest."
She ignored Sihwan.
If they kept bantering, she'd just get dragged into his pace again.
'Talking to him goes on forever.'
Better to shut it down at a reasonable point.
Ryu Si-hwan was so self-centered with mithril-grade mental defenses that he barely cared about anything minor anyway.
"Wanna grab a drink to celebrate our success?"
As class ended and things got chaotic, Sasha—who'd teamed up with them on the strategy—came rushing over.
Her cute little hand mimicking pouring a drink while suggesting an afterparty felt downright adorable.
"What's with the sudden talk?"
"C'mooon~ Our plan totally worked! Special classes are over too. Just one drink to build some camaraderie!"
Probably just thirsty for booze.
"Let's go with Hana-chan and Ellie-chan too!"
"...Why me?"
"You call me that too?"
She grabbed Rihana—who was just about to leave the classroom—and dragged her back, then blocked Eleonore's path too.
Her determination to drink together no matter what was impressive.
"No way. I wanna head to the city too, but I gotta train."
"Ehhh... Can't you skip just one day? Humans don't get much out of training anyway~."
"You say that right to my face? Ridiculous."
"But it's true."
Those horns really do make a difference.
Zero consideration for others.
"Ah! Or maybe..."
Suddenly, her eyes turned sly as she alternated glances between Yu Ina—scribbling something at the podium—and Sihwan.
"Hehe. Can't argue with that."
"What're you scheming?"
"Not blind enough to ignore newlyweds~."
She grinned wickedly, shoving her thumb between her left index and middle fingers.
A pure-looking virgin who seemed clueless about anything sexual, yet her actions and expression were straight out of a perverted old man.
"Instructor-nim and some steamy mwah—,"
Ppeok-!
A sharp smack to the back of her head out of nowhere.
Her face jerked down as she staggered like she might topple over.
"Cut the nonsense."
The culprit: Yu Ina, wearing a frosty expression.
Her glaring coldly while blushing made her seem ridiculously cute.
Suddenly struck with the urge to tease her, Sihwan wrapped an arm around her slim waist.
"Yeah. You get it."
"Shut it!"
Yu Ina smacked Sihwan's side—where he smirked smugly—and stormed out of the classroom snorting.
Yet she didn't deny it, adding that extra sprinkle of cuteness.
.
.
"Hey."
"..."
Sihwan, leaving the classroom, called out to Yu Ina who happened to be right ahead.
She was striding away clutching documents in one hand, clearly pretty worked up from the teasing by Sihwan and Sasha.
"Finishing late tonight?"
"...Do what you want."
"What I want? I'm your husband—I gotta know."
"Hmph. Tomorrow's the entrance ceremony. No way it ends early."
"I see."
"Sorry, but no time for training either. Do it with Eleonore tonight."
"Then I'll just rest today."
"..."
She gave him a pitiful look for a moment, then shook her head side to side.
Training was supposed to be daily without fail as a basic rule, but this guy showed zero intention of doing that.
"You got no desire to get stronger?"
"Not none. Just not as desperate as before. Things are going smoother than expected."
"Didn't you borrow 100,000 gold from the Chief Instructor? Add in the debt to your family, and it's a whopping 215,000 gold. Don't you think you need to get strong ASAP?"
"Me getting strong gonna pay off 215,000 gold? Better to expand the business and make money. You need capability to even take on debt in the first place. Debt's an asset too."
"Hmph. All talk."
She let out a small sigh and scanned around Sihwan.
No Bari—the one always stuck to him like glue—nor the three guards including Eun-hye; just Eleonore by his side.
"Go home early today. Don't swing by the Slums or anywhere pointless."
"That was the plan anyway."
Passing by her, Sihwan patted her shoulder.
"Anyway, good luck. I'm heading out first."
As he walked off without lingering, she fidgeted her lips like she had something to say.
There was something important she needed to tell him, but when it came time, her lips wouldn't part easily.
'...It's about time...I need to...prepare....'
The conversation she'd had with Ha Yeon-seo before.
It was embarrassing stuff for sure, but also something that absolutely had to be done.
No matter how much she held back, things were getting steamier with Sihwan's skinship, so eventually they'd go all the way—and given the Noblesse's physical traits where every part of the body was insanely tough, she needed proper prep to accept a 'human' like Sihwan.
Since Sihwan couldn't use Nobling, he at least needed to learn reinforcement magic, and considering his low proficiency, it'd be safer to sync it with her assistance.
The problem? The process would be mortifying.
Sure, they'd done various skinship and seen each other naked, but openly exposing their genitals, chanting magic and Nobling spells like some ritual while practicing insertion? Not easy.
'He probably has no clue... Gotta tell him quick.'
The fact that even a Noblesse's butthole was ridiculously tough was something only other Noblesse knew.
Who'd go around spilling such intimate secrets?
So naturally, Sihwan had to be clueless.
"Ah...."
Lost in thought, she missed her chance to grab him and let out a short sigh.
She could talk at home, but it felt like she'd let something big slip away.
A sigh escaped her involuntarily.