Thigh Gap and a Hint of Bush: The Wild Chase for Lucky Punch

A notification chimed.

"I-I got it...."

"Told you."

"When should we set the date?"

"Next weekend should work."

I'd challenged Lee Jeonghun to a duel through the Elena community.

The result: accepted.

"I've dumped everything into Mana and I don't have a single attack skill. Can I even win...?"

"You can just learn an attack skill."

Everyone in this world except me could learn skills through their own effort. Work out hard enough and you'd pick up a body-enhancement skill. Dedicate yourself to studying magic and you might even land something rare. Skills came as a natural reward for the process of striving.

Youngkwon was under the impression that I'd acquire skills the same way.

All I actually did was copy them.

"Right.... I should learn some...."

"You'll get there if you put in the work."

"When do we start training...?"

"After school, starting tomorrow."

"What about today?"

"I've got a family thing."

"Ah...."

After a simple meal in my room, I sent Youngkwon on his way.

Time to myself, for the first time in a while.

"Ha.... Right. You're still here."

"I was about to kick back and actually relax for once...."

"What are you even talking about...."

"Too much work. I'll just grab whoever, Analyze them, copy a skill, and figure it out from there."

"Huh?"

"Why did I only think of that just now?"

If I spammed Analysis enough, an attack skill had to turn up eventually, right?

I threw on clothes in a hurry and headed out.

The most crowded spot on campus. I sat down on a park bench and put on music through my phone.

"Analysis. Analysis."

The place was packed — half water, half fish.

Like a predator stalking prey, I quietly tagged Analysis on every person who walked past.

I'd leveled up a decent amount, but I was still nowhere near enough.

I'd been camped out there for a whole hour. Everything I found was either locked behind a level gap or just plain useless even if I could copy it.

Still, I'd landed one. Good enough.

The problem was that I was wearing leggings, not a skirt. In a skirt, I could've just spread my legs a little and flashed my panties. Leggings were a whole different difficulty level.

That author bitch.... She didn't do this on purpose, right....

The system window that had floated in front of my face while I was throwing on clothes in a hurry.

I'd been played again.... I should've just thrown on some dolphin shorts.

"Ah!"

I'd been lost in thought long enough for my Lucky Punch to wander so far he was about to leave my field of view. I sprinted full-tilt all the way to the alley he'd turned down.

"Hah.... hah.... H-hey...!"

"Huh? Me?"

Ah, fuck it. Whatever.

I yanked my hat down low and pulled my mask up as high as it would go.

"Hhk...!"

I grabbed the waistband of my leggings and yanked them straight down.

Thank god it was an alley and nobody else was around.

"Y-you saw that...!"

"Huh...? Uh...."

"I said, did you see what color my panties are!"

"R-red...."

I yanked the leggings back up and sprinted full-tilt toward the dorms.

"Fuck.... fuck.... fuck...!"

Curses kept spilling out of my mouth from sheer embarrassment. The second I made it back to the dorm, I collapsed onto the living room floor, gasping for air.

"Hah.... That was so fucking humiliating...."

"Listen to you laugh.... You evil bitch."

"Shut up...!"

"Fine.... Hah...."

"Gacha punch, for fuck's sake.... It really was a lucky punch."

"It's not 1 anymore, you know...."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Let's just drop it...."

It wasn't a bad attack skill, but whether I could actually land a punch on someone was a whole other question.

I had trained pretty hard, though....

Trained? Had I actually trained properly?

Why was the only thing in my head the memory of getting flicked in the asshole and slapped across the dick?

Could I actually win this?

Was I about to get my ass handed to me, tap out, and end up screenshotted into infamy?

The kind of thoughts that would become black history the second I stood up were turning my brain inside out.

"Hah.... I don't want to think about it...."

"Fighting.... I really don't have any confidence."

"That's true, but...."

"Hah.... I don't know.... All I can do is worry."

"It's not that I don't have motivation. Fighting scares me."

"In school I just got beat on by the bullies.... I've never actually hit anyone in my entire life."

"Well yeah I was a loser, what, you think I was a bully? Oh. I did hit that rapist that one time."

"Yeah. I punched that bastard and he didn't even flinch."

"Even if I get stronger, I don't think I'll ever get used to hitting people."

"I don't plan on getting off on violence, either."

"Is that a compliment...."

"Anyway, violence is bad.... It's a kind of pain only the people who get hit actually understand...."

"Can you call it my school days.... I don't like hitting people and getting hit is even scarier.... The worry just keeps piling up...."

"Hmm.... Status window."

The speed of the power-up had been ridiculous. The Mana I'd dumped every stat point into had broken past 100 with Park Youngkwon's Contract bonus stacked on top.

"I should be fine...."

"You think so.... I just don't know what kind of specs Lee Jeonghun is working with."

"Wait, for real?"

I grabbed my phone and opened the Elena community.

"Ah, this isn't— wait, huh?"

Out of habit, I'd tapped the anonymous board.

One post sat there that made my stomach drop.

"Look at the view count.... Fuck.... I am not wearing today's outfit again for a while."

"Oh, right.... Ranking match info.... This one...?"

"Isn't this like, a privacy violation or whatever?"

I typed Lee Jeonghun into the ranking match search bar.

"Oh, it came up."

"That's... actually a really bare-bones profile."

"So Lee Jeonghun only has two skills?"

"I wonder if my info is on here too."

"Gotta search it, then."

"Oh. The skills they revealed are trash, so that's actually not bad."

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"Shut up. But is this info even useful? Isn't this all stuff I already knew?"

"Okay, fair, but.... What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Blockhead? Look who's talking.... A washed-up hack of an original author who got outshone by a copycat and ended up getting called a copycat herself...."

"Ghhhhk! Nnghh...! Electricity on the clit is cheatinggggg!"

"Not my asshooole either...! Nnghh...♡ Nnhhh♡"

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