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12

The school infirmary in the early morning was quieter than expected.

The reason was simple.

Not a single student had come in until nearly lunchtime.

“Hmm.”

Was no one hurt?

Or had the school not informed the students yet?

Various thoughts crossed my mind, but nothing was certain.

The principal had mentioned that they planned to gather all the students at once to explain things…

Come to think of it, the start of the semester wasn’t far off. Maybe they didn’t want to do things twice when they could handle it all at once.

I’d told Lee Hayoon I’d see her before the other students, but if this was how things were going, there was no need for that.

Leaning back in my chair, I glanced at the clock—still only 9 AM.

I had nothing to do. In other words, despite wearing a pristine white coat, I was practically unemployed.

Having a lot of free time before the semester started was clearly an advantage, but…

It felt like a waste to just kill time like this. Was there really nothing to do right now?

As I stretched and brainstormed a few ideas—

Knock knock.

A welcome sound reached my ears, so I immediately called out toward the door.

“Come in.”

Just like the voice I’d occasionally hear passing by the infirmary during my middle and high school days.

Though my status was technically that of a health officer—practically a student—I wasn’t entirely sure.

If you went by my actual age, I was more like a teacher.

Rubbing my stiff shoulders from sitting too long, the closed infirmary door swung wide open.

The person who stepped inside was—

“Nice to meet you. So, you’re Woojin, right?”

A man.

And not just any man—one who greeted me with an overly friendly attitude from the get-go.

The faint interest I’d felt vanished instantly.

“That’s correct. What can I do for you?”

“The principal couldn’t stop bragging about you. Said a healer-type transcendent had joined the school.”

“Ah.”

Though, he looked a bit too old to be a student—mid-thirties, maybe.

Yet, the fact that he immediately spoke casually to me suggested he wasn’t the type to bother with formalities.

His well-defined neck muscles, fashion that subtly tried to appear younger, and the way he brought up the principal—

“You must be a teacher.”

“Yeah. For now, at least. My subject is combat.”

“For now? Ah, you must’ve been a hero before.”

“Yep. You’re sharp. It’s been about half a year since I took a break.”

“Hmm.”

“Though, it’s a little surprising. Most people recognize my face. I was an A-rank hero—Bulldog…”

“Sorry. I’m bad with faces.”

“Ah. Well, when I’m not using my ability, I do just look like a regular nice guy.”

I didn’t care to know, and it wasn’t useful information anyway.

If he was a former A-rank, that meant he was just below the level where numbering came into play. That was about all the thought I gave it.

I’d have preferred if a famous female hero from before the regression had shown up instead of this guy.

Just as I was about to pick my words to shoo him away—

“Oof…”

“……”

I hadn’t noticed, but the man had already plopped himself comfortably onto one of the beds.

…Right. He was here as a patient.

With no choice, I got up from my chair and trudged over to him.

Work was work, after all.

“You don’t look hurt. Is something wrong?”

“Of course. Did you think I came here just to say hi to a student?”

“Where? I don’t see anything obvious.”

“Here… Huff…”

As the man steadied his breath and rolled up his sleeve, the injury finally came into view.

A bruise. A deep, purplish-black bruise, pulsing so severely it looked alive.

I spread my hand to gauge its size—it was larger than my fully outstretched palm.

At this level, permanent bone damage was a real possibility.

And yet, the man had been acting perfectly fine despite carrying this injury.

“It might hurt a little when my fingers touch it.”

“Don’t worry about it. A hero can handle that much.”

Had he been hit by a dump truck or something?

Or maybe he’d fallen down a three-story staircase and broken his arm?

Placing my hand on the man’s grotesquely muscular forearm, I quickly got to work.

Depending on the injury, three minutes would be enough.

“……”

“……”

The problem was those three minutes.

He was a man, and I didn’t want him getting too comfortable and dropping by the infirmary unannounced, so I kept things strictly professional.

But now, standing there in silence while treating him, every second felt unbearably awkward.

A guy holding onto another guy’s muscular forearm without saying a word—wasn’t that a weird picture?

“Ahem.”

…I don’t remember thinking like this during my villain days.

With no other option, I tried to keep the conversation going.

“How did you get hurt? This doesn’t look like something from just tripping down the stairs.”

“Ah. I was helping a student with combat training.”

“Combat training?”

“Yeah. It depends on the ability, but students who specialize in combat all go through it.”

Listening to his explanation, I pieced together the cause of the injury.

Most transcendents who aspired to be heroes wielded power far beyond ordinary transcendents.

For example, even among fire-attribute magic-type transcendents, some could barely conjure a tiny flame, while those capable of entering Miren Academy could engulf an entire building in infernos.

The same went for summoners who created unique lifeforms, evolution-types who enhanced their physical strength, and mutation-types who could alter their bodies at will.

“……”

Seemed like he’d taken a hit from a ridiculously strong student.

“Did you lose?”

Of course, I phrased it more politely.

“Nah. Didn’t lose. I’m still a teacher, you know. Plus, I adjust my strength based on their level.”

“Then the student…”

But his slightly sullen expression suggested his pride had taken a hit.

So the student was the one who got wrecked?

Swallowing the rest of my words, the man continued.

“They collapsed on their own.”

“Huh?”

“There’s this one student called in during the break. Decent potential, but their body can’t keep up. Struggles with control.”

“……”

“Usually, they manage fine, but today they kept zoning out and making mistakes.”

“……”

“Pretty sure their ankle’s broken…”

“I already asked. Told them to come with me. But they insisted on getting treated normally…”

“Then let me, the health officer, ask instead. What kind of nonsense is that? It’s not like they’re on drugs.”

Sweat dripped as I followed the teacher’s explanation.

Leaving the main building and passing the gym, I saw a massive, cube-shaped structure—simple yet imposing.

The so-called training center.

Stepping inside, I was greeted by an expansive, high-ceilinged space.

And an almost eerily empty atmosphere.

Since it didn’t concern me right now, I headed down the adjacent hallway to search for the infirmary.

After a bit of looking around, I quickly spotted the green cross symbol.

The principal had mentioned that some infirmaries would remain open in case I got too busy with treatments.

Pushing aside thoughts of an irrelevant future, I stepped inside.

“…Eek…”

“……”

And there she was.

Lee Hayoon, sitting on a bed, idly playing with crutches.

She looked so carefree.

It made me want to tease her even more.

After exchanging awkward greetings with the health teacher, I slowly walked toward Hayoon.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh? Wh-what do you mean… me?”

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

“Umm…”

She quietly set the crutches down, but there was no hiding the splint and bandages wrapped tightly around her foot.

Even as she clumsily climbed onto the bed and tried to pull the blanket up, it was the same.

I stepped closer, grabbed the blanket near her feet, and yanked it up—only for her injured foot to peek out again.

“Eek!” She let out a tiny scream and tried to curl up, but her swollen ankle made the effort pointless.

It was like watching a rabbit flail as it tried to escape a hunter.

“I’m not charging you for this. Why are you hiding here?”

“…Well… Umm…”

I knew the reason.

She was embarrassed because of what happened last night.

But still,

I just wanted to tease her.

“Will you get better like this? Noona?”

“Hey, don’t tap it…! What if the anesthesia wears off…?”

I lightly knocked on the hard cast, and she clumsily covered her ankle with both hands.

Looking down at her, I sighed.

“Stay still. I’ll fix it.”

“……”

From under the blanket, only her dark hair was visible as she gave a barely perceptible nod.

Just like when I’d given her a hangover remedy this morning,

she was embarrassed to be alone with me—but she didn’t seem to mind being treated.

She was more high-maintenance than she looked.

“Next time, come find me first.”

“……”

“If it’s not an emergency, I’ll treat you before anyone else.”

That way, even if I locked the door and did something weird inside, no one would know.

Swallowing my inner thoughts, I sat down beside her.

The bed creaked, and she flinched, pulling her legs in.

Gently grabbing her retreating ankle, I asked,

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“…N-no. The anesthesia’s still working…”

“Then stretch it out like last time. All the way.”

Placing my hand over the tightly wrapped bandages, I gave the order. Hesitantly, her pale leg extended toward me.

Probably from exercise, it was nicely toned—a pleasant sight.

If this were my infirmary, I’d have teased her a little to see her reactions.

But with two extra pairs of eyes watching, that wasn’t an option.

Oh well. Next time. Given her track record, she’d probably get hurt again soon.

Adjusting my posture, I playfully flicked her calf before grinning and starting the treatment.

Luckily, the injury wasn’t too severe—just a minor fracture.

Hence the half-cast.

Even without putting in much effort, it took less than a minute to fix.

About the same as when I’d treated her injury on the street before.

If this had been anyone else, I’d have sent them off with a smile and been done with it.

But since she’d tried to run from me, I wasn’t quite ready to let her go.

…Now that I thought about it,

after what happened last night, there was a chance she’d… taken care of herself.

“……”

Even after the treatment ended, Hayoon remained under the blanket, waiting quietly.

Staring at her for a moment, I extended my magic further, letting it flow through her body.

The spots she touched most when pleasuring herself.

The most sensitive parts of her body—ones she didn’t even know about.

All of them…

…….

……?

“…Uh, hey.”

“Yeah?”

“When are you… done?”

“Already finished. Mostly.”

“Then why are you still holding my ankle…?”

“I said mostly. Just tidying up.”

“Uuu…”

“Hold on a sec.”

Muttering softly, I focused a little more on the strange sensations.

Nothing else had changed much.

The erogenous zones she hadn’t discovered yet were untouched, and the ones she’d overstimulated were only slightly more sensitive than before.

Except for one thing.

The inner thigh I’d brushed against while kissing her last night—

was far more sensitive than when I’d checked before.

Meaning,

she’d probably touched herself there the moment I left.

Which was kind of funny.

“…Ah… Nn…”

“Done. Noona.”

“Got it… H-hey…! Stop flicking me…!”

I gave her defenseless calf a few more light flicks.

Leaving my mark all over it.

Tap. Tap.