Ch.150English Kindergarten Part-Time Job (3)

There’s a saying that you should strike while the iron is hot. We headed to our destination.

Saint Louis English Kindergarten. The name sounded incredibly grandiose.

Based on the name, was it founded by missionaries? That was my rough guess.

“I heard a missionary named Saint Louis briefly visited this area,” Sasits said.

“Ah. So he established this educational institution then?”

That was my casual deduction.

“No. They just borrowed the name. And it’s only been around for five years.”

Sasits explained.

I see. It had absolutely no historical foundation. What kind of authenticity could you expect in a small city like this?

“Actually, Octopus Kindergarten in the next town is better… but it’s expensive. This is a mid-tier English kindergarten for families who can’t afford the premium ones. It’s for people who refuse to give up on sending their kids to an English kindergarten despite financial constraints.”

Sasits explained the adult circumstances. No need to tell me that stuff…

“Anyway, have you thought of a plan?”

Sasits stared at me intently.

“Heh. Handling kids is no big deal for me.”

I said with a smile.

“Ohhh…”

Sasits seemed to have high expectations.

“Eri’s little sisters are already captivated by my charm.”

Every time I visited, the three sisters’ excitement was almost frighteningly high.

“Seriously… I’m worried that when they grow up, Shota might get involved in an affair with my sisters-in-law.”

Eri said. So she was worried about that kind of future.

“Hey, Shota. No matter what, touch my sisters and you’re dead, got it?”

Eri immediately laid down the law.

“Oh, I won’t touch them.”

I said with a laugh.

But… a forbidden relationship with a sister-in-law. Just the scenario itself is kind of hot… Wait, what am I thinking?

“Oh, and… the kids at the English kindergarten might be a bit unusual. Different from regular kindergartens.”

Sasits added some explanation.

“Heh. How different could they be?”

This guy and his exaggerations.

Anyway, we opened the door and went right in.

“Oh my. I heard from Sasits. A high school student volunteering? How admirable.”

The kindergarten teacher who was essentially second-in-command after the principal, Ms. Mishiko, said.

Yes. She was a recently divorced single woman. Age 35. Despite that, she boasted considerable beauty and a voluptuous figure. Plus, she was a kindergarten teacher…!!!!

She was quite a popular character type in certain communities. And a potentially conquerable heroine.

“Yes. I’m ready for whatever you need.”

I said with a smile.

“Shota… your eyes look somewhat disrespectful.”

Umi stared at me intently.

“Come on. What are you talking about?”

I said with a laugh.

“My, but what’s the relationship between all of you? I sense something complicated.”

Ms. Mishiko smiled slyly as she looked over my harem members.

“Ah… all three… are my girlfriends.”

That’s what I said.

“My goodness. Quite the capable man.”

Ms. Mishiko giggled.

“Hmm… I wonder what kind of charm you possess?”

Ms. Mishiko stared at me intently.

I’m also curious about what charms Ms. Mishiko might have…

WHACK-!!

Taiga immediately started giving me an affectionate scalp massage.

“What’s the job here?”

Taiga asked in a curt tone.

“Hehehe. Even jealousy looks cute. Youth, such wonderful youth.”

Ms. Mishiko laughed cheerfully.

“I-It’s not like that…”

Taiga mumbled with a reddened face.

“Let’s start by greeting the children.”

Ms. Mishiko took us straight to the classroom.

‘Pasteur Class’

‘Einstein Class’

‘Beethoven Class’

‘Napoleon Class’

The classes seemed to be named after foreign historical figures. Everything was given a foreign twist.

“Shit… it’s like an English Village.”

I momentarily recalled an unpleasant memory.

“English Village? What’s that?”

Eri asked.

“Ah… it’s a thing.”

It was a training center-like place that sprouted up all over Korea during the internationalization boom. I used to go there often when I was in Boy Scouts…

“This is America, not Korea. To prepare for a globalized society, from now on you must only speak English here.”

The training instructor said firmly.

“Aw…”

“Did you all come here to play?!!! This is a training camp!! You’re here for mental and physical discipline.”

The instructor declared firmly.

After that… days of hell unfolded.

If you spoke Korean, you’d get beaten badly. Punishment exercises were the norm, and classes that spoke too much Korean had their meal times pushed back.

There was even something like a mutual surveillance system. Everyone monitored each other to catch anyone speaking Korean. Those who reported others could earn “talent points.” Damn… Korea uses won as currency. What the hell are talent points? Those bastards…

“YANKEE GO HOME!!!!!! KIEEEEEK!!!!!”

As the trauma suddenly resurfaced, I let out a scream.

“There, there, Shota. It’s okay?”

Eri immediately embraced me for emergency treatment.

Ahh… the citrus scent from Eri’s chest… hehehe. Nice.

“Phew…”

I finally shook off the trauma.

Anyway, the internationalization boom quickly faded… and most English Villages went bankrupt due to deficits. Serves them right. Those fuckers.

———

The class we were assigned to was the Pasteur Class. Somehow I felt like they’d all love milk.

“Hello everyone!! Today I’d like to introduce some new guests!”

Ms. Mishiko controlled the class with her high-pitched voice.

“You know Mr. AIUEO, right? But he’s brought more friends. Let’s all introduce ourselves?”

Ms. Mishiko said, clapping her hands.

“OH!! HELLO EVERYONE!!! I’m Arigiri Shota!!!!”

I immediately introduced myself with a smile.

“…………”

But everyone seemed unimpressed. Are these kids picking a fight? At least give me some minimal reaction.

“What’s your English name?”

One child raised their hand and asked.

Ah… right, it’s an English kindergarten. Everyone calls each other by English names.

“My name is……”

As a working web novelist, coming up with a name shouldn’t be difficult.

“Bill!!! Call me Bill!”

That’s what I said.

“Hmm… sounds like you just made that up.”

The kids stared at me. These little brats… I don’t like them.

“Next!!”

Ms. Mishiko quickly redirected the children’s attention.

“Ah… I’m Amy!! Nice to meet you all?!”

Umi displayed the characteristic friendliness of a gyaru.

Umi was dressed in a t-shirt and hot pants that showed off her figure, and her chest bounced with every movement.

“………”

The precocious boys blushed at the sight of Umi.

Ah… those kids would definitely develop a preference for gyarus when they grow up. Childhood preferences last a lifetime.

“Hmph. She looks stupid.”

“Yeah, totally.”

The girls displayed hostility toward Umi. They were jealous because suddenly these well-developed high school girls were stealing the boys’ attention. A woman’s enemy is always another woman. It’s probably recorded in the Goguryeo Watermelon Diagram. Maybe.

“Amy! Remember that!”

Umi waved her hand. She really does have good social skills.

“Amy!! I was going to use that name!!!”

Eri exclaimed in an aggrieved tone.

“Me too!! Amy is the only foreign name I know…!”

Taiga clicked her tongue.

“Come on. You must know others besides that.”

I said to Eri and Taiga.

“No!! That was the prettiest name!”

Eri seemed quite fixated on this point.

“Yeah, I agree. Amy is the prettiest.”

Taiga said.

“What? I’m the prettiest?”

Umi immediately chimed in.

“Not you!!”

“You’re deliberately teasing us!!”

Eri and Taiga immediately objected.

“Hehehe. Such energy. Well then, Eri, please introduce yourself.”

Ms. Mishiko skillfully continued the proceedings.

“Hello!! I’m… Amy Number 1!!”

Eri made an insane introduction.

“Number 1…”

“I’m Amy Number 2!”

Taiga said with a smile.

Are they really going to push this? Seriously?

“Well then!! A round of applause for Amy, and Amy Number 1 and Number 2!!!”

Ms. Mishiko seemed intent on going along with it.

The corners of Ms. Mishiko’s mouth were… twitching. She seemed to be enjoying this.

“Nice to meet you!!!!”

The children also accepted this crazy naming scheme.

——-

After that, Ms. Mishiko immediately began the lesson.

“A! A! Apple!!!”

“”””Apple!!!!!””””

It was basically a repetition of elementary English lessons.

We just… sat in the back.

“Sasits… what’s your English name?”

I asked Sasits.

“Richard.”

Sasits replied.

“…You really racked your brain to come up with the coolest name possible, huh.”

Having been born with a lame name, Sasits had developed an obsession with cool names. I understand your struggle…

“By the way, Sasits.”

“Call me Richard.”

“Richard… are we just supposed to sit here like sacks of rice?”

I asked Sasits.

“Rest while you can. It gets tough during break time.”

Sasits sighed as he spoke.

“Hmm… okay.”

I decided to rest. I wanted to engage in some affectionate behavior with my girlfriends, but… that would be too stimulating for the children. I decided to be satisfied with just fidgeting with my hands.

“Alright, everyone!! Break time!!!”

Ms. Mishiko clapped her hands.

The children immediately started playing as if they’d been waiting for this moment.

The girls began the classic house play, while the boys started playing with toys.

Among them, boys who liked certain girls tried desperately to join the house play. Some things never change.

“Then… Souta will be the pet dog!!!”

Just like always, when all the roles were assigned, someone ended up playing the pet.

“Uh… okay.”

But the kid assigned to be the dog had a strangely excited expression.

Are you… into that kind of thing?

Anyway, Ms. Mishiko whispered to us.

“Children can get hurt doing dangerous things if you take your eyes off them even for a moment, so please stop them when necessary.”

That was Ms. Mishiko’s instruction.

“And… if there are kids who are left out, pair them up. Got it?”

I see. There’s quite a lot to pay attention to.

Anyway, while I was mingling with the children and subtly keeping watch, a boy approached me.

“Bill. Are you rich?”

The boy asked.

Rich? I’m not an undead.

“Are you rich or very famous?”

The boy asked again. His English pronunciation was really good.

“No. I’m just a student.”

That’s what I said.

“Then how did you build a harem with such pretty girls?”

The boys seemed curious about that. Well… they’re boys after all.

“Heh. I can’t easily reveal the secret to my popularity.”

I immediately put on airs.

“Ahh!! Tell us!!! I’m very curious!!!”

“Curious!!!”

“I want to become a harem master too!!”

The boys immediately surrounded me like a flock of sheep.

Hmm… I decided to tease them by hinting at answers without actually revealing anything.

“Hehehe. They’re getting along well.”

Ms. Mishiko smiled with satisfaction.

Umi, Eri, and Taiga also started playing with the group of girls. The gyaru’s infiltration skills were impressive. The girls who had initially been hostile were now engrossed in girl talk.

As break time was progressing smoothly like this…

“By the way… when will we get the competition prizes, Teacher Mishiko?”

One child suddenly spoke up.

At that moment, the atmosphere froze.

I see. So this was the issue…