Chapter 16

    Chapter 16

    I Installed a Dating App and Girls from Another World Became Obsessed with Me.

    Episode 16: Withdrawal (2).

    -“Even if you bear my child!”

    This was no longer a male-exclusive line.

    I learned how scary it is when women sincerely shouted, “I’ll bear your child!” even more than the previous line.

    Just when I thought I was about to have my seed snatched in the inescapable net of women’s sincere courtship, a hand reached out to save me.

    “Green tea? Coffee? What would you like?”

    “I’ll have juice.”

    “Here.”

    It was plain water.

    “…”

    “Just drink it?”

    “Yes.”

    That was too much.

    Shin Ye-hwa, a professor in her mid-30s, was famous among men for her youthful age and always form-fitting fashion.

    Any man would think, “With those looks, she should be a model, not a professor,” as a standard first impression.

    In short, she was an upgraded version of the top-tier teaching assistant in Korea.

    Of course, she was nowhere near Iris’s level.

    Frankly, Iris was so extraordinary that comparing her to other women would be an insult.

    Of course, no one would deny that Professor Shin Ye-hwa was on another level, beyond any ordinary Asian.

    “So, Hyeon-u, you’re trying to withdraw?”

    “Yes.”

    “And the reason is your admission to the Magic Tower? You’ve become a wizard?”

    “That’s right.”

    Shin Ye-hwa’s reaction was quite different from the others in the office earlier.

    She didn’t seem particularly surprised.

    ‘Well, it’s not her business, so it’s weird for her to be surprised. And for a professor to try to seduce a student for marriage is a bit much.’

    Still, it was a bit disappointing.

    Apart from the trouble in the office, I was secretly pleased.

    “Can you tell me who taught you magic?”

    “Is that a necessary question for the withdrawal process?”

    “Can’t I ask out of personal curiosity?”

    As soon as she finished speaking, Professor Shin Ye-hwa unfolded her crossed legs and crossed them the other way.

    Very slowly.

    Thanks to that, I could leisurely admire her fancy underwear through her tight H-skirt and the black stockings covering her legs.

    “Huh? Is it difficult to tell me?”

    “…A little?”

    As soon as I finished speaking, she unfolded her legs and crossed them the other way again, making her intentions so obvious it was absurd.

    “Huh? Why? Is there something on my leg?”

    “…No.”

    There was a limit to how shameless you can be, showing your student your panties and then acting like that, even if they were about to withdraw.

    However.

    ‘The black stockings are getting in the way.’

    Personally, I liked black stockings, but it was a different story if they were subtly covering underwear like this.

    It was definitely black lingerie, but I couldn’t see it well because of the stockings.

    Professor Shin Ye-hwa seemed to know that, and she had a strange smile on her face. I felt like I was being toyed with.

    “I didn’t know you were so tight-lipped.”

    “I hear that often.”

    I told them at the Magic Tower without much thought, but that was because I wanted something from them.

    But I didn’t want anything from Professor Shin Ye-hwa, and there was no reason to try to impress her.

    Besides, she kept pretending to show me but didn’t actually show me anything, so why would I tell her anything?

    “As you know, professor, I’ve been admitted to the Magic Tower, so I can’t continue university. Frankly, isn’t this interview just a formality?”

    “It varies from person to person?”

    Professor Shin Ye-hwa gave a shrug.

    “While some students, like you, would look strange continuing university, others are just trying to raise their life difficulty after aimless wandering. Even if the title of advisor in Korea is just a fancy facade, shouldn’t we stop immature students from raising their life difficulty themselves?”

    That was the textbook answer.

    She was a professor, after all.

    “I’m self-taught.”

    “Huh?”

    “You asked who my magic teacher was. I learned it myself.”

    Judging from her attitude, she wasn’t going to spread her legs no matter how long I dragged this out, and it was better to go home and focus on magic training than waste time.

    “…Self-taught?”

    “I’ll be going now. I’m a busy man.”

    I placed the withdrawal application on the desk and got up.

    “Please submit the application for me. You should at least pay for satisfying your curiosity, professor.”

    Click. I left the professor’s office.

    Like the Magic Tower, Korea University was also on vacation.

    Of course, unlike the Magic Tower, not all students left the school during vacation.

    Many students came to school during vacation for summer classes or clubs.

    Of course, relatively speaking, it couldn’t compare to the semester.

    “It’s quiet.”

    The square and streets, usually bustling with students, were deserted.

    Walking through the quiet streets on a peaceful afternoon, my mind was filled with various thoughts.

    Mainly about magic.

    ‘My magic.’

    Iris’s lesson suddenly came to mind.

    -Elemental, Conceptual, Alchemy, Spirit, Summoning. Wizards don’t research magic based on their interests. They decide which magic to research based solely on their talent.

    My aptitude, which I found out through a simple experiment, was Elemental and Summoning.

    Iris congratulated me, saying that I was blessed with talent, as most people only have an aptitude for one type of magic.

    For reference, Iris was a triple mage with aptitude for Elemental, Alchemy, and Spirit.

    “I can use fire and lightning right now… The others aren’t working well.”

    A rather hot flame in my left hand, and sparks in my right.

    Only a few elementalists could handle more than two attributes.

    In that sense, the fact that I, a mere 1st circle mage, could use fire and lightning from the start was proof of my absurd talent.

    “I don’t know about summoning, but can I summon familiars or something?”

    Iris was also ignorant about summoning, so I’d have to learn about it at the Magic Tower.

    While I was busy designing my magic in my mind,

    “Oh, who do we have here?”

    “?”

    I came back to my senses at the voice nearby.

    It was a familiar face.

    A face that looked unpleasant, always surrounded by women.

    It was my classmate, Jeon Hye-seong.

    ‘…Damn it.’

    My mind was complicated with thoughts about magic, but I wasn’t in a bad mood.

    But the moment I saw that bastard’s face, I felt terrible.

    “Kang Hyeon-u, did you take summer classes too?”

    Jeon Hye-seong was what you’d call a silver spoon.

    It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he came to university not to get a diploma but to meet women.

    He looked like a host bar player and was popular among the girls in the department.

    But I hated him. Not just hated, but hated him a lot.

    When I entered the department, there were only 10 men, including Jeon Hye-seong and me.

    Naturally, we became friends, and we were determined to have a good university life together.

    But that bastard Jeon Hye-seong was the worst of the worst.

    Maybe he took after his corrupt congressman father, who liked taking bribes more than three meals a day, he engaged in political maneuvering among the few men.

    Especially shortly after the semester started, he often spoke ill of a classmate who was particularly short and frail.

    Some of us, including me, disapproved of his behavior, but he was so generous, always paying for drinks and meals, and he was popular with the girls, so he was always the one doing the political maneuvering, not the one being targeted.

    After that, he made fun of men he didn’t like in front of the girls.

    Those who could think straight disliked and distanced themselves from Jeon Hye-seong, but there weren’t many women in their early 20s who disliked men who drove foreign cars and paid for drinks.

    Of course, there were a few guys who sucked up to Jeon Hye-seong. I didn’t remember who they were exactly.

    Just as the department atmosphere was dividing between those who hung out with Jeon Hye-seong, those who hated him, and those who didn’t care, we went on an MT (Membership Training) trip.

    And that night, an incident occurred.

    -Okay, everyone! Please pay attention!

    Among the classmates excited about drinking, Jeon Hye-seong glanced at me and gave me a mocking look.

    -Kang Hyeon-u has a crush on someone here! He wants to confess, so let’s all give him a round of applause!

    Objectively, it was a mean prank.

    Instead of cheering, most of the classmates would have frowned and glared at Jeon Hye-seong.

    But perhaps I had underestimated Jeon Hye-seong’s political maneuvering skills.

    -Ooh!

    -Kang Hyeon-u! Kang Hyeon-u!

    A few guys who were particularly close to Jeon Hye-seong started cheering.

    And the girl he pointed out was someone I knew well.

    It was Yu Su-bin, a classmate I actually had a crush on.

    Naturally, my face turned sour, but those who had already had a few drinks started enjoying the situation.

    Except for Su-bin, of course.

    She was about to be publicly confessed to by a classmate she didn’t know well. If I were an alpha male, we would have been “together” that day, but unfortunately, I was just an average guy.

    Without even confessing, my first love was forcibly ended, and I was even posted online as “the MT confession guy.”

    For the record, I never told Jeon Hye-seong that I liked Su-bin.

    I casually mentioned it while drinking with other male classmates, but how did that bastard find out? I was confused for a while.

    Most people would have taken a leave of absence or dropped out, but I gritted my teeth and endured.

    I went to school, ignoring the whispers around me.

    By the time I was a sophomore, the rumors about me had mostly died down, and I was able to have a relatively pleasant school life.

    However, I couldn’t easily forget that someone who had ratted me out to Jeon Hye-seong and agreed with him was among the classmates I had been drinking with that day.

    -Who is it? Who said it? Ji-tae? Yu-hyeon? Hyeon-u? Or Seon-ho?

    Not knowing who the culprit was, it became impossible to hang out with my friends like before, and I became an outsider who did everything alone—lectures, meals, and studying for exams.

    “Hey.”

    Just thinking about that time makes me sick.

    “Get lost and stop acting friendly. I don’t want to eat with you drooling.”

    I still didn’t know why I became his target that day.

    But given his personality, he probably just didn’t like me, or he wanted to mess with someone and I was the unlucky one.

    “…That’s harsh.”

    “Yeah, Kang Hyeon-u! Why are you talking like that?”

    “Hye-seong was just talking to you because he was worried you had no friends!”

    A host bar player who messed with people’s lives and empty-headed girls.

    A set menu only worthy of a gutter.

    “Oh, are you still hung up on the MT incident…”

    Bam!

    My fist reacted quickly to the word “MT.” My fist wouldn’t be denied.

    “Ugh!”

    With a sincere punch, he fell to the floor.

    “Eek!”

    “Hye, Hye-seong!”

    I was a rational and non-violent person.

    But sometimes the wildness inside me couldn’t be contained, and today seemed to be one of those days.

    “Ha, ha… Guys, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

    Jeon Hye-seong smiled, considering he had a nosebleed.

    No, he forced it.

    His lips were trembling, and if the girls weren’t there, he would have cursed me out and punched me.

    Of course, I would have welcomed that. I would have taken turns punching him with my fire and lightning fists.

    “So, we’re cool now?”

    Look at him trying to maintain his image in front of the girls.

    “Shut your mouth. Your breath stinks.”

    Crunch, I could hear teeth grinding somewhere.

    He’d have a hard time if he needs implants later.

    I hoped he kept grinding his teeth.

    “Have fun with your empty-headed girlfriend.”

    I left, flipping him off.

    Ring-

    In a secluded alley on the way home, I called a new number I had saved.

    Click, the other person answered.

    “Hello, ma’am?”

    -Oh my, what’s wrong, grandson-in-law?

    I tried to speak calmly without trembling.

    It wasn’t a casual “Did you eat?” kind of question.

    “Do you happen to know a congressman named Jeon Jin-muk?”

    -Ah, yes, I know him well. I’m in charge of his campaign promise to cooperate with the Magic Tower.

    “…Then, may I ask you a favor, even if it’s rude?”

    -A favor?

    I knew this was rude. We only met briefly this morning.

    But only she could grant this favor.

    Of course, my future self could do it, but it would be meaningless if I didn’t do it now.

    “I want to take revenge on Jeon Jin-muk. No, specifically, on his son.”

    -Hmm… Hyeon-u, I didn’t take you for an emotional person.

    “This is very important to me.”

    -Hmm…

    I could sense her hesitation over the phone.

    So, I added a word to ease her concern.

    “I have an aptitude for Elemental and Summoning.”

    -…?

    “I can only use fire and lightning in the Elemental category, but I’m confident I can handle more attributes in the future.”

    I decided to make it a deal, not a one-sided request.

    “And…”

    The price was myself.

    “I think I’ll reach the 2nd circle soon.”

    It wasn’t a lie.

    What a wizard needed to advance to the next level was to create a circle, a ring of mana in their heart.

    Just three days.

    If I had that time, I was confident I could reach the 2nd circle.

    “It’s a favor from your future grandson-in-law… Can’t you do it?”

    There was no argument that it was a gamble.

    Choi Yeong-ok might think poorly of me.

    But I was serious about revenge, enough to take that gamble.

    -Hyeon-u.

    “…Yes.”

    A rather serious voice came over the phone.

    -You said your goal is revenge, right?

    Gulp… I swallowed hard.

    -I’ll show you more than you can imagine, so look forward to it. Heh heh.

    In the last conversation, I could sense her heavy favor and chilling resolve toward me.

    It was just my guess, but Jeon Jin-muk might soon be out on the street because of his son.


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