70. Foreign Students

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Today was the first day of attending the academy.

After the recent group battle, Hanseong Academy, now framed as a “Villain Academy,” came under direct management by the Association.

Among them, students who had entered almost illegally were all expelled.

Of course, the academy president had accepted many just to fill the numbers, but with the sin issues, even the privileged were purged.

So, I have a question.

“Why isn’t Bulbangmangi being expelled?”

The students burst into laughter at my question.

But I’m genuinely curious. Bulbangmangi never does anything like a proper instructor, leaving everything to experts and only showing off. I’ve never seen her act like a teacher.

“What’s with you?”

“No, seriously. I’ve never seen you act like a teacher. You let Seungjun handle everything, the self-introduction was a mess, and you don’t even scold students for smoking in the training hall. You just start autonomous study and leave.”

Thinking about it, she’s really not cut out to be a teacher. Why is she still here? She’d fit better in a back alley, beating people.

“We need to fill the teacher quota.”

“You’re very honest.”

“Also, she’s strong, so she was assigned to class A.”

“Huh?”

Bulbangmangi is strong, but why her for the elite class? Shouldn’t an elite class have an elite teacher? Unless it’s someone as clueless as her?

I almost said something but decided against it, not wanting to complicate things.

“This time, those who entered for parental ties or to fill numbers were all expelled, leaving only the skilled ones.”

“Yes.”

“But why bother teaching them? They should be sent to the guild to work. In short, there’s no need to teach them basic education. You, for instance, are in high demand by the guilds. Why not just send you?”

“So, from Bulbangmangi’s perspective, there’s no need to teach a class full of skilled students.”

It’s a very realistic logic. Since class A only has strong students, her reasoning isn’t entirely wrong.

“That’s embarrassing.”

“So, you don’t like it.”

Actually, Bulbangmangi loves Yoo Jin-seok deeply, almost obsessively. She’s practically a spinster in the making.

“Have you ever been spanked by Bulbangmangi?”

“I dislike unfair violence the most.”

Kim Ji-hye, holding a hammer, responded to my comment.

“Anyway, today, new students enrolled through special admissions to fill the gaps. Due to the sin issues, Hanseong is under the Association’s strict management, so these foreign students are a special case. I hope you all get along.”

Bulbangmangi abruptly brought three girls from outside the classroom.

Two had black hair, and one was blonde.

They seemed somewhat familiar.

“I’m Shinohara Kotone. From Kumamoto, I don’t dislike anything in particular, but I like tomatoes. I’m also interested in Korea. Please take care of me.”

Shinohara Kotone?

“Shinohara?”

“The Shinohara shogunate?”

The students murmured among themselves. The Shinohara name is well-known.

But Shinohara Kotone isn’t in the original story.

Or at least, she doesn’t appear in the academy.

Wait, could it be Shinohara Yuzuki?

“I’m Rosemary. My hobby is collecting dolls, I like dolls, and I dislike things that aren’t cute. Please take care of me, everyone.”

“I’m Ping Tao. I’m from China’s Zhonghua Guild. I came to Hanseong Academy to broaden my horizons. Please take care of me.”

It sounds like a beer name, but I held back from commenting. She’s a heroine, after all.

“Well, many foreign students have joined. I’m sure you all know they’re famous in their countries. Please get along with everyone.”

I stared at the new transfer students for a while.

Assuming Shinohara Kotone is actually Shinohara Yuzuki, three heroines have openly arrived.

Rosemary the doll user and Ping Tao from Zhonghua.

Rosemary is cute but creepy. Ping Tao is a brainless, Chinese supremacist.

In short, a creepy heroine and a brainless heroine.

“This is crazy.”

They weren’t supposed to appear here. Rosemary and Ping Tao do appear in the academy, but not now.

Maybe because the sins appeared early?

Even if my timeline doesn’t match the original, having foreign heroines enroll en masse doesn’t make sense.

Especially.

I turned my head and looked at a serene girl sitting by the window.

Her long black hair and well-defined features were quintessentially Japanese beauty.

She introduced herself as Shinohara Kotone, but she’s clearly Shinohara Yuzuki.

How can I be so sure? My intuition tells me it’s Yuzuki, as described in the novel.

Moreover, unlike Mariko, who is known as Shinohara’s attendant, this woman clearly feels like Shinohara Yuzuki.

Her abilities will confirm it.

But I don’t plan to approach her yet.

“Eun-ha.”

Shinohara Yu-no, Kotone approached me.

“Oh, um, Shinohara?”

“We’re fellow students. Please call me by name.”

But she’s the de facto ruler of Japan.

Still, I must pretend I don’t know. If I act like I do, Yuzuki will be wary of me.

For now, I’ll pretend I don’t know and set boundaries.

“Then call me Kotone. Why?”

“I just want to get along with you, Eun-ha.”

“With me?”

Under the agreement, I’d accept her advances and enjoy Japan’s best sashimi. But that’s not the case.

Shinohara Yuzuki isn’t the type to give herself easily. She’s the ruler of Japan, after all.

“Yes. I heard you personally extracted the sin fragment? I’m curious.”

“Curious about what?”

“The article said the fragment was the size of a bean, but you accurately extracted it. I’m curious about your swordsmanship.”

Now I understand.

Shinohara Yuzuki has sword abilities.

She gives off a samurai vibe, typical of Japanese characters. That’s why she’s questioning how I extracted the fragment.

It’s not just about building a relationship as students or humans. It’s about her infiltrating Korea related to the sins. She must need information.

“It’s nothing special. My brother is the Divine Sword, and I learned some swordsmanship from him.”

I mixed in some lies.

Had I not extracted it, it would have been burned entirely. Thanks to Musin’s swordsmanship, I could extract the fragment and hand it over to the Association.

“Still, without your own abilities, learning swordsmanship wouldn’t mean much.”

I realized again how different the original story and reality are.

Shinohara Yuzuki, now as Kotone, wasn’t just the quiet, pure image I knew. She was different.

“Chatter, chatter, chatter.”

She talks non-stop about swordsmanship, like Choi Si-woo when he’s obsessed with a topic. After Bulbangmangi left, Yuzuki talked all day during autonomous study.

Reina and Han Su-ji were annoyed.

Not my fault, though. At least Rosemary and Ping Tao didn’t approach me. Rosemary glanced at me with interest, though.

Speaking of which, I should use Choi Si-woo. I need to supply her with magic stones.

“Choi Si-woo. Follow me.”

“Yes, okay.”

“Are you going to play with Choi Si-woo? What about us?”

Han Su-ji and Reina gave me pitiful puppy eyes. But no, I’m the one in control. I do what I want.

“Sseu sseu sseu.”

At the academy, no one can tell Si-a and Si-woo apart. Students only know Si-woo is female now, not about her split personality.

Since Reina and Han Su-ji know about Si-woo’s situation, they didn’t question me taking her separately.

I took her to the internet broadcast room.

“Is the lust getting worse?”

“It’s not lust, Master. It’s Choi Si-woo.”

“No, it’s the same thing. Anyway, come here. I’ll give you a magic stone.”

I can handle lust, but to control it better, I need to create a favorable situation.

Si-woo will likely use the sin’s power to try and dominate me.

I tightly hugged her and kissed her deeply.

Chew, chew.

I created a magic stone in my mouth and passed it to her.

“Heu heu hi hi ♥”

“Crazy bitch. You’re dazed like a drug addict. Do you like the magic stone that much?”

Touching her below, her pussy was soaked. It seemed like she might be incontinent.

Choi Si-a was consumed by my magic, lost in pleasure. Essentially, she’s drug-addicted in every sense.

I plan to keep her in this state, making her a body that only responds to me. When Choi Si-woo awakens and tries to overpower me as lust, I’ll establish the hierarchy.

This is my grand plan.

“Yes, Master, I love you ♥”

“Suddenly, I’m so horny. Spread your legs.”

Her foolish expression turned me on. Fucking her in the academy would be fun. I tried to kiss her while pushing her onto the sofa.

“Yoo Eun-ha!”

“Damn it!”

Who could be bothering me?

“Can you do that later? Do you want to flaunt your lesbianism in school?”

Why would Bulbangmangi come to the broadcast room?

“What? Spinster. Do you want to lose your virginity to a pussy instead of a dick?”

She’s still a virgin, yet so forward. What to do with her?

“No, it’s getting too intense.”

“You’re interrupting when things were heating up. Are you enjoying it? Yes, why did you call me?”

She’s clearly furious.

Can’t she see? I was about to fuck Si-a, and she called me, a spinster, to interrupt.

“I want you to get along with Rosemary. Not in that way. It’s a diplomatic matter.”

Get along with Rosemary?

That creepy American doll user?

Her face is doll-like, so it’s not impossible.

But Bulbangmangi doesn’t seem to understand what I mean by “get along.”

“I’ll fuck her to death.”

“No, why are you so twisted? Even if it’s the wild times, not openly in the academy.”

Who cares.

“Just don’t do it if you can’t handle it. I’ve already told Rosemary. Take care of it.”

“Ew. Understood. I’ll handle it.”

Normally, wouldn’t Rosemary come to me herself?

Or maybe she’s not interested.

Crazy women should be treated crazily.