Chapter 119: Rohan’s Positive Feedback Loop

“Uuuum…”

Rohan opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

Could this really be the effects of a 30-minute nap?

He could no longer feel the aftereffects and his head felt clear and his body light.

It feels like I slept soundly for hours.

With that thought, he habitually groped around with his hand.

He grabbed his phone, which he had tossed aside.

“Huh?”

When he turned on his phone, the time displayed on the screen was strange.

Question marks filled his head.

PM, not AM?

He had lain down to take a short nap in the morning, but it was already past lunchtime.

It was that awkward time in the afternoon, too early for dinner.

He rubbed his eyes, but the clock trapped within the screen didn’t change.

I clearly asked them to wake me up after 30 minutes… Did they just leave me? Was I sleeping that soundly?

Thinking such silly thoughts, he was about to get up to go see Shion and Clara when…

Rohan felt it.

The strangely bothersome feeling in his lower half.

“…?”

Suddenly, an ominous feeling washed over him.

Despite this, Rohan’s gaze continued downwards.

No way… really?

There was an unpleasant stickiness between his skin and his pants.

Plus, a dried stain.

The moment he realized it, the smell hit his nose.

A chill ran down his spine. He confirmed it.

Then, he fell into despair.

Should I just die?

He had a wet dream while taking a short nap at his female colleagues’ house?

His mind, which had endured even being tortured by Omega, was on the verge of breaking.

“…”

The clear-headedness he felt upon waking might not have been due to sleep.

Maybe it was just post-nut clarity.

I haven’t taken it out since I came down here… Ah, I just want to die. Is there any rope around?

As Rohan was immersed in deep despair, the chattering of girls reached his ears from outside the door.

In an instant, his consciousness cooled like ice water had been poured over it.

His instincts searched for an escape route to prevent social suicide and homicide.

Shion and Clara are outside.

Whether or not they knew about this shameful situation was unknown, but the option of walking out the door confidently wasn’t available to Rohan.

Even if you beat him to death, such a thing didn’t exist.

The window!

His eyes found an excellent escape route.

He could go out that way.

Fortunately, it was a house close to the dormitory.

He resolved to change his clothes, take a shower, and return quickly.

Rohan moved as quietly as possible.

He opened the window and, using his socks as shoes, escaped.

After cleaning himself up and even finding pants of a similar color, completing the whole process within 10 minutes…

He then opened the front door of Shion’s house with his card key and re-entered through the window of the room he had been in.

He calmed his trembling heart.

Slowly, he opened the doorknob and left the room.

His heart pounded, wondering if Shion and Clara knew about this incident.

“…You’re awake.”

“Oh, Oppa… You slept a lot…?”

The two were sitting at the newly set dining table.

The atmosphere was somewhat strange, doubling Rohan’s tension.

Did they not notice him going in and out and changing his clothes?

Relieved by their lack of mention, Rohan went to the table and sat down.

He observed the two.

Did you change your clothes again?

Were they getting ready to go out? Was this tense atmosphere because he had overslept after they had prepared so much?

Rationalization and wishful thinking began to swirl together in Rohan’s mind.

“Did you try to wake me up, and I just fell asleep again?”

“Th…That’s right.”

“…”

Shion averted her eyes as she answered.

Clara also lowered her head and fidgeted with her fingers.

“I’m really sorry. Did you have lunch?”

““…””

This time there was no answer. Both of them closed their mouths at the same time.

Shion and Clara quietly exchanged glances, then unconsciously stuck out their tongues to moisten their lips.

“…We ate our fill.”

“Y-Yes…!”

Judging by their attitude, they seemed to have filled their bellies with something delicious.

However, Rohan was hungry.

Feeling his hunger, he chose a way to appease the girls.

“It’s a little late, but should we go out now? We can have dinner and do some shopping.”

When Rohan offered to be their porter, Shion and Clara’s eyes finally lit up.

They quickly began to put on their clothes, saying they would get ready.

Rohan and his party left the house and headed for an area with a high concentration of shops.

Relieved, Rohan, the cadet of the Academy, had narrowly avoided a major incident that could have led to his social death.

Rohan reaffirmed his resolve to completely lift the spirits of the two.

“I’m hungry~”

“Oppa hasn’t even had lunch…”

“It’s okay to eat dinner first.”

After finishing her sentence, Shion suddenly wrapped her arms around Rohan’s right arm and clung to him.

When Rohan looked at her with a ‘what are you doing?’ expression, she offered a reasonable explanation with a confident face.

“Rohan. This isn’t weird.”

“…Then?”

“I explained how many annoying men would swarm us if we walked around without any countermeasures.”

“Ah.”

Rohan recalled the messages he had received and nodded in understanding.

For the first time, Shion felt grateful that she was born as an Elf, a race that represented beauty.

Not only could she say such embarrassing things confidently, but she also felt that it might be a slight advantage in being loved by Rohan.

“Oppa… I-I’m scared of strangers…”

Rohan’s other free arm was also quickly claimed by Clara.

Rohan didn’t need to ask for an explanation.

He knew Clara’s personality and her extreme shyness.

“If Shion and Clara are comfortable like this, then you should do so.”

“Fufu, thank you.”

“Thank you, Oppa…”

He wasn’t in a position to be thanked.

Rohan also felt happy and was enjoying this situation.

Ah! Harem? You know it.

A good resonance that Rohan, who lived as a Hunter in Korea, couldn’t even imagine.

Thanks to that, all that remained was the mindset to just enjoy the present.

The gazes piercing them like arrows from all directions just felt like envy.

That was fun.

Clara’s day today was perfect.

She was so happy to be treated so kindly by Rohan that she almost melted.

Plus, she made such impressive memories that her joy overflowed.

The fact that he thought Shion unni and I wouldn’t notice…

It was cute how he woke up, escaped through the window, and came back wearing similar clothes.

His frozen expression when he opened the door. She almost burst out laughing.

Rohan Oppa…

Rolling around in bed while calling his name.

A mature masculine charm coexists with unexpected cuteness.

Just thinking about Rohan filled Clara with positive energy.

Slide──

After rolling around for a while, Clara got out of bed.

She approached her desk and took out a box with a lock on the bottom.

Click! Unlocking the lock and opening the box, various sizes of glass bottles came into view. Each contained a different liquid.

Having received elite training in assassination, she knew how to handle and manage most of the well-known poisons. She always kept various sizes of glass bottles on hand, and

The oil used to maintain blades and firearms was also stored here.

“…”

She wasn’t looking to maintain weapons or find poison right now.

Her purpose was different.

She found and took out a small box hidden at the bottom of the larger one.

She felt like she took it out almost every 10 minutes. She should stop, but her hands wouldn’t listen.

A box within a box.

It was a prize she received for placing first in an assassination test during her spy training in Zeno.

She hadn’t felt any joy back then, but now she was happy to possess this item.

I don’t know what Unni did.

Immediately after it happened, Clara remembered something and looked it up in an online medical textbook.

The sticky liquid she obtained today could be preserved for a very long time if Cryoprotectant was added and it was frozen at a specific temperature.

The conditions were quite demanding, but Clara could do it.

The palm-sized box recognized Clara’s fingerprint and click! The lock disengaged.

Concentrated technology.

An Artifact that used Mana and scientific technology to maintain the freshness and safely store a minuscule amount of liquid.

Inside the box was a small glass vial, and inside the vial lay Clara’s treasure.

A special and deadly poison? No. A potion that instantly heals wounds? No.

Such things didn’t catch the girl’s eye, nor were they of interest.

“Huuhu~”

She lifted the thumb-sized vial and examined it. A white, sticky liquid was inside.

The girl hummed a tune and checked the sticker attached to the vial.

Today’s date and a heart were drawn on it.

Ah…happy…

It wasn’t about how she intended to use it or why she kept it fresh.

For now, it was simply a souvenir.

“Hehe…”

Clara’s eyes curved into crescents and a smile graced her lips as she recalled a certain moment.

A deep blush colored her cheeks.

She felt a shiver, as if the distinct heat and strong scent still lingered on her skin.

She had taken off her soiled clothes and stored them away without washing them.

Since the washing machine wasn’t running, Clara was certain that Shion had done the same.

That night, the girls each stayed in their rooms.

Shion and Clara didn’t seek each other out.

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Thus, day after day passed.

Rohan and his group spent their time at the mansion, practicing shooting at the indoor shooting range and training together.

The holiday came to an end, and the day arrived for them to return to the Academy.