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Hero Training Institutions.

Among the roughly ten such institutions in South Korea, perhaps it’s because this one is closest to holding the top spot?

Miren Academy’s grounds were considerably wider compared to others.

If most hero training institutions were at the level of small technical colleges, this place—with a bit of exaggeration—was on par with a public park.

Thanks to that, Miren Academy had quite a few notable spots of its own.

There were small things, like courses perfect for a light stroll when the sun sets and the moon rises.

There was also a path that had become popular among female students, where a shy, cheese-colored stray cat, having entered from who-knows-where, hid in the bushes and observed people.

Beyond that, there were paths perfect for taking photos with a lover in spring when cherry blossoms scattered, or secret spots some preferred to keep to themselves and quietly enjoy…

Anyway, after two years of stealthily blending into Miren Academy’s student council, I, too, had my own special spot.

It wasn’t a path.

Rather, it was somewhere a little higher up.

I didn’t particularly like the lower areas because of car exhaust and cigarette smoke.

Partly because my ability was a bit unusual.

And partly because I’d lived my life pretending to be well-behaved in front of others, disliking the prejudice that came with that ability.

After enduring and enduring until I started slipping a little during high school, whenever something stressful happened, I’d visit this place to refresh myself.

“Sigh…”

Honestly, it wasn’t some particularly special spot…

It was just the rooftop of a building.

An ordinary rooftop where you could see the entirety of the pastel-toned spring sky.

Leaning casually against the railing, I exhaled a hazy sigh into the empty air.

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“…It’s cold.”

Was the sky that color because of fine dust, too?

Letting out a hollow laugh at the pointless thought, I stretched my stiff neck with a crack and continued with some light stretches.

Tch. Damn it.

I should’ve learned how to smoke from my older sisters when I was younger.

Didn’t think I’d ever regret not doing that.

Instead of rejecting it with stiff words like “you’ll get lung cancer” or whatever, I should’ve at least tried it once to see what it felt like.

At this rate, I’m more likely to die from overwork and stress than something as serious as lung cancer.

…Of course,

I don’t plan on dying quietly alone, but still.

“Not like I can kill him right away, though…”

On the rooftop of the central building, where no one but me could hear even if I spoke aloud, I muttered quietly before sitting down on a wooden bench meant for smokers and continuing my train of thought.

Vice Student Council President Yoo Si-woo.

What the hell do I have to do to make that utterly useless man lose interest in me?

First, completely ignoring him like an invisible person doesn’t work.

I tried outright ignoring him once, but he started approaching me like he was testing how far he could push it, almost as if he was about to hug me, so I gave up immediately.

On top of that, there was the cringey compliment, “You’re pretty up close, sunbae.”

Instead of ignoring him, directly saying “I have zero interest in a guy like you” didn’t work either.

What was it he said again?

Something like, “Even if you’re not interested now, I’ll make you interested later”?

When I scoffed and asked, “And how do you plan on doing that?”, he just laughed and said it was a secret, so I stopped paying attention after that.

…Ah,

Considering how he stubbornly follows me to the gym despite his poor stamina, maybe he’s trying to show off his perseverance or determination…

But neither of those words appeals to me, so… eh.

Beyond that, I even tried subtly hinting, “I’m actually a lesbian”, fully prepared for weird rumors to spread around the academy, but that ended the same way.

He didn’t even pretend to listen.

Then again, it was obvious I was just lying to avoid him.

If I’d at least acted like a lesbian normally, maybe it would’ve worked, but I don’t.

“Sigh.”

Ignoring him doesn’t work.

Telling him I’m not interested doesn’t work.

Saying I’m a lesbian just makes him laugh—he doesn’t believe it at all.

What method do I have to use to enjoy a comfortable spy life?

Groaning from the fatigue the vice president had caused me since morning, I slumped onto the bench.

Just as I was idly spinning my phone in my hand, wondering when I’d get a text about the coffee I asked for—

A faint metallic sound reached my ears.

“…Ah.”

The sound of a door handle turning.

Followed by a slightly flustered voice.

…Before the obvious thought could even form in my head,

My gaze landed on the unfamiliar clothing and paper cup visible through the door crack.

The paper cup was just a standard vending machine one, nothing special.

But my eyes lingered on the pure white lab coat that reached down to knee-level.

The kind only worn by hospital doctors, or—barring cosplay—something ordinary people would never wear in their lives.

From what I remember, there are five people at Miren Academy who wear lab coats.

One healing-type Transcendent, and four regular humans kept on standby for emergencies.

Among them, if we’re talking about a male,

With black hair,

Moderately tall,

And moderately decent-looking…

By the time my sluggish thoughts reached that point, before I could even say anything, the door closed again with a flustered nod.

…Ah, right.

Seo Woo-jin.

The guy who tried to join Yozora’s side but ended up becoming the academy’s health teacher instead.

“…Guess he came up to drink coffee.”

Not a hard deduction, given the paper cup in his hand.

The harder question was why he closed the door immediately after opening it…

But after a moment’s thought, there was one obvious reason.

Given that I know about his past, isn’t it natural for him to feel uncomfortable being alone with me?

It’s not like the academy’s health teacher almost joined hands with a villain—that’s not some cute flaw on the level of “I stole a snack from a stationery store in elementary school.”

…You worry too much.

It’s not like we’d ever talk first anyway, since you’ve got info on Yozora and me too.

Do I really have to spell it out for you to feel at ease?

Pfft. Idiot.

“Seems a bit dumber than he looks…”

Even last time, when he cut his finger on paper and came to me, he gave off a strangely airheaded vibe for how he looks. This time was no different.

Recalling Woo-jin’s frozen expression from earlier, I stood up from my seat with a faint smile—unlike when I’d first come up to the rooftop.

In Japan, there’s a term called Yamato Nadeshiko (大和撫子).

In Korean… Hmm. I’m not sure if there’s a perfect equivalent.

Anyway, how should I put it? To explain, it’s a word that refers to a noble young lady raised with care in a prestigious family.

A pure, innocent, delicate, and modest image—one that stirs up men’s possessive instincts by showcasing an untouched, virginal charm in relationships, making their dicks rock-hard.

Our Sua-chan, sitting next to me with her bright red cheeks hidden behind her hands, is someone who doesn’t quite fit this Yamato Nadeshiko image.

For starters, her hair is a flashy yellow, right?

Not to mention her eyes are an amber-yellow to match.

And if you’re wondering if her figure is at least modest—nope.

“If Master shoved his cock in, everything but the thick glans would disappear into her tits”—that’s how obscenely large they are, so no, not modest at all.

Ah, of course, Sua-chan does have the “innocence” factor going for her, a fantastic turn-on.

But rather than the refined Yamato Nadeshiko,

A gyaru suits her much better. Mhm.

“At this point, shouldn’t you be the one reaching out first?”

“…But I’d rather Teacher contacted me first…”

“It’s already been over a week. What if he thinks you’ve lost interest and stops looking for you?”

“…But I, um… was really happy back then… Wouldn’t Teacher have liked it too…?”

And if you’re a gyaru, you’re supposed to whip out your ears and tail and act cute in front of Master whenever you’re horny, begging to get fucked.

If you’re too embarrassed to even make eye contact and haven’t reached out in over a week, what’s the point? You hopeless…!

An innocent gyaru.

To our Sua-chan, who somehow made this impossible combo work, I vented my frustration internally.

All while sitting in Class 1-A, surrounded by perfectly normal classmates,

Cupping my hands around Sua-chan’s ears,

…Rubbing my thighs together restlessly,

I whispered:

“Men and women are different. Just because you came ten times with his dick pounding into you doesn’t mean Woo-jin came ten times too. He might not have been satisfied at all.”

“I-I never said it was pounding…!”

“Then what did you do in the nurse’s office?”

“…S-sex partners do it…”

“…That’s the same thing as pounding.”

“Pounding…! …isn’t quite it…”

Earlier, when I pressed her, she confessed everything that happened in the nurse’s office, so why is she backtracking now?

Just because she’s embarrassed?

Isn’t she just too pure?

Watching Sua-chan whisper while glancing around at our classmates, I stared blankly before covering her ears again with my hands.

…Talking about other things is fine too, but

Right now, I’m in a bit of a hurry.

Yeah.

“It means you got fucked like an animal with a condom on, right?”

“……”

“Right? You set up a sex partnership without sex, then ended up having tons of sex in less than a day.”

“……”

“And all while your friends were right there in the academy.”

“……”

…Ah.

Sua-chan’s ears are burning up.

Normally, I’d mess with her, thinking “Sua-chan’s super sensitive, so if I blow into her ears right now, I wonder how she’d react.”

But after quietly licking my lips,

Unlike usual, I didn’t tease her at all—just gulped audibly and continued.

“You can’t keep avoiding Woo-jin just because you’re embarrassed about what happened.”

“…”

“…If you keep this up for over a week, what am I supposed to do? …Fuck.”

“…”

…Just go get fucked by Seo Woo-jin already.

Stop spouting nonsense about being embarrassed and just have sex.

“Sua-chan. …I’ve been holding back too, you know? Wanting to get fucked by Woo-jin… by Master…?”

“…Mhm…”

“If I can’t take it anymore and buy a few boxes of condoms to take to Master’s place… …it won’t be your turn.”

“…”

“So hurry up… …Okay?”

These past few days, while you’ve been stomping your feet in embarrassment,

There’s been someone who’s been made to “wait” like a pet,

Someone who’s been masturbating all day at home like a rabid pervert,

…a buzzing toy in hand—

So hurry up and get fucked like a dog,

And let me receive “rewards” from Seo Woo-jin.