Chapter 142: Why So Serious, Min-su?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 142: Why So Serious, Min-su?
I could see Kim Min-su’s face.
His pupils were trembling, and his jaw and neck shook uncontrollably.
From his bloodshot eyes to the saliva leaking between his tightly clenched teeth—everything was visible.
‘Nice.’
In an instant, notification windows flooded my vision, announcing that I had reached the second branch point.
Outside the window, Min-su was screaming something at the top of his lungs, but not a single sound reached me.
The research lab was perfectly soundproofed; even the thin window pane completely blocked out any noise from the outside.
"Tae-yang..."
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me... hngh... ah..."
I locked eyes with Min-su as I tangled my tongue with Hye-mi’s.
Saliva dripped onto the floor.
Our legs remained intertwined, moving with wet, squelching sounds.
These were things Kim Min-su could never enjoy as long as I existed.
‘Hye-mi looks like she’s reaching her limit.’
The hands and feet that had been gripping me tightly just minutes ago were beginning to go limp.
Sensing that the end was near, I drove my body even more fiercely.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ha... ah... I... ah... inside..."
"Hmm?"
"Inside... inside my womb... please cum... hngh... inside me..."
Perhaps she knew she was running out of strength.
She squeezed out every last drop of energy to cling to me. Her virgin pussy swallowed me down to the root, her walls twitching and sucking at my shaft even without me moving.
"I love you."
"Me... me too... hngh... ah..."
Without further delay, I pumped my semen directly into her cervix.
My cock throbbed as it spurted, filling her insides with white fluid.
‘He’s watching closely.’
I didn’t want to show him all of Hye-mi’s body, so from Min-su’s perspective, he could only see her back.
Her back, and the semen occasionally dripping from between her thighs.
Only those two sights dominated his field of vision.
"Haah... h-ah... mmm... gasp... h-uuu..."
She let out a long, thin moan and slowly leaned her weight against me.
As she collapsed limply, I caught her gently and laid her down on the lab bed.
[Cleanup activated! All traces are being thoroughly cleared!]
I activated the skill to wipe away every trace in the lab before getting dressed.
‘Time to head out.’
She wasn't in any state to do anything more.
The moment I laid her on the bed, Ryu Hye-mi closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.
‘I’ll check the info later.’
From the notification that my Main Skill info had been updated after taking Ryu Hye-mi’s virginity, to the activation of Virgin Bomber and the message about reaching the second branch of the NTL Quest.
A mountain of notifications filled my sight.
I wanted to open them one by one and enjoy the rewards right now, but Min-su—who was currently pouring out tears, snot, and saliva while screaming—didn't look like he’d wait much longer.
Click.
It was time to go greet him.
‘Whoa, he completely trashed the doorknob.’
After closing the door, I looked at the outer handle. It was warped beyond recognition.
Given Kim Min-su’s physical stats, he could have ripped the door off its hinges, yet this pathetic resistance was all he could manage.
"Why so serious, Min-su?"
"...hic... sniff... you... you bastard... what did you just do with Hye-mi Noona?"
Wow, he’s really pissed.
He was radiating "I am incredibly furious!" with his entire body.
His face was flushed red, and even his lingering baby fat was quivering.
I couldn't help but think that if Chubby Ahn used a filter app on a selfie, he’d look exactly like this.
"You saw it. You know."
"SAY IT CLEARLY!!!"
He’s beyond livid.
Well, I still have to talk to him, so I should try to soothe him a bit.
Just as I was about to respond to his outburst, his outfit caught my eye.
"Wait, Min-su... aren't you a bit too immersed in those hero movies? Your outfit is... a little ridiculous."
"...Just answer the damn question, Baek Tae-yang!!!"
"No, it’s just that your clothes are so funny... It’s not even a tailored suit. It’s off-the-rack, and... hey, your pant leg is getting caught under your heel."
Don't tell me he bought a purple suit just because purple is the trend color this year?
There’s no way the "outfit" he bought out of a sense of crisis at the mall was a ready-made purple suit.
‘I think it really is.’
Looking at Min-su’s expression, I could guess everything.
It’s not like he’s the clown from that bat movie. And why is his hair slicked back like that?
"Baek Tae-yang! This is my last warning! For the sake of our past friendship and the memories of clearing gates together, I could have let everything slide! The first time? Fine! I could even overlook you touching my woman once! I didn't even like Yu-min that much anyway! But not this! Hye-mi Noona actually liked me! I finally realized my feelings and was going to confess to her looking my best! And you ruined everything! So tell me! What did you do?! Stop talking bullshit and answer me straight!"
I nodded calmly as Min-su’s words poured out like a waterfall.
His talent for self-justification really is a work of art.
There were a dozen things I could have pointed out, but there was only one thing I needed to address clearly.
"No matter how I look at it, Min-su, I don't think this is your 'best look.' You look like... you're wearing your dad's suit. Pfft... Ah, sorry. I tried to stay serious, but I couldn't help it."
Your getup is just too funny; that part is on you, okay?
I quickly finished my sentence and covered my mouth.
To Min-su, this was a grave and serious situation, so laughing in his face would be rude.
"....They said overfit is the trend these days!"
Boom!
Unable to contain his rage any longer, Min-su forgot he was inside the Academy and charged at me.
His stomp was strong enough to crack the hallway floor, and his left shoulder was already twitching.
‘First...’
Whack!
I took a clean hit.
I needed it to look like Kim Min-su had unilaterally lost his mind and assaulted me.
To be the tragic victim, this was an unavoidable choice.
I turned my head just before his fist connected to minimize the damage.
‘But damn, he went straight for the face.’
Since it was a full-power punch, the impact was significant even with the mitigation. I had braced my lower body to stay upright, yet I was still pushed back two or three steps.
"You don't have to say another word. I know exactly what kind of piece of shit you are now!"
"You just told me I had to answer you."
"I don't need it anymore! I changed my mind!"
"I had sex with Hye-mi."
"AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
Min-su let out a roar of raw fury.
‘But no one’s coming.’
He screamed loud enough to make the hallway ring, yet there wasn't a sign of an instructor or even a passerby.
It was as if a space had been created where no one could enter except for Min-su, me, and Ryu Hye-mi inside the lab.
‘Wait, could this be...’
Have I become the trigger for the protagonist’s awakening?
Indeed, as Min-su roared, his momentum began to surge. His wax-covered hair started to stand up, making him look a bit like a manga character.
‘Super Sai-something...’
Before I knew it, the Brush Sword was in Min-su’s hand.
I could feel his ironclad resolve to end this with violence, not words.
"Baek Tae-yang! It’s time for a true education! I’ll make sure you can never pull this kind of dog-shit stunt ever again!"
"Min-su, by the way, a 'parrot' is poking out of your pants."
"Shut up!"
"No, I’m genuinely curious. The pants are huge, so why is your bulge so prominent? Are you actually hard right now?"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!"
Boom!
Min-su pulled back for a moment and used the recoil to lunge at me again.
The Loser Hero vs. Baek Tae-yang the Savior.
The start of a battle that would make anyone's heart swell with... something.
++++++++++++++++++++
"Perkus! Perkus!"
Clatter, bang, crash.
"You called, Saintess?!"
Perkus rushed into the room at the Saintess’s desperate cry.
He almost stepped on a game console scattered on the floor but narrowly avoided disaster by regaining his balance.
‘Whew, she said that was a limited edition.’
Stepping on it would have been like hitting a malicious bomb switch that would result in her sulking under her covers for at least two hours.
Anyway.
Perkus quickly scanned the Saintess’s surroundings for any potential threats.
Ignoring her desperate expression for a moment, he confirmed there were no dangers present. Only then did he speak to her.
"Um... why did you call?"
"I feel like I’m missing out on something incredibly fun right now."
"...Excuse me?"
"...A feeling that something I absolutely must be present for is happening somewhere else? A sensation like I’ve lost half my life just hit me in the back of the head."
So what?
Perkus looked down at the Saintess with cold, dead eyes.
‘If she weren't the Saintess...’
He would have given her a piece of his mind every single day.
But rank was everything.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"It’s not exactly a divine revelation, but it feels like one... Ah... how do I explain this?"
"A... a divine revelation?!"
"Yes, yes! Something that I absolutely must witness from the front row, record on video, and spread all over the internet... I feel like it’s happening right now..."
What is she on about now?
Perkus’s eyes had widened at the mention of a divine revelation, but they halfway closed again at her following words.
‘This is further proof of my hypothesis that the Gods don't conduct personality interviews when choosing a Saintess.’
Even if they aim for fairness, this "blind recruitment" has gone too far.
He sighed inwardly and listened patiently to the Saintess’s nonsense.
"I think I need to go to Victory Academy right this second!"
"No."
He refused firmly, as some things were simply out of the question.