episode_0011

Night self-study time.

It’s a system where students “voluntarily” stay at school to study, but in reality, it’s more like mandatory night study.

“But… our school was a bit unique.”

This school completely gave up on students ranked 3rd or lower under the guise of freedom.

They used the excuse of freedom, but in reality, they deemed them not worth managing and completely abandoned them.

It’s a messed up system, but well… what can you do.

Because of that, I could be alone with my homeroom teacher.

“But it’s still nice.”

A quiet self-study room with no one around.

The atmosphere of the self-study room exclusively for Class 3 in the annex was so quiet to the point of being desolate. The huge blackboard was clean as it had never been used.

There was nothing stuck on the gray walls.

“We used to talk here before going back.”

You and I.

“Teacher, you have ‘Dungeon-Creating Dragon’ as your desktop background, right? How much did that cost?”

“Hey!”

My homeroom teacher was authoritative. She acted on her own accord. But she was beautiful. She shone.

We bonded over trivial subculture talks.

When I look into her eyes at that moment, it feels like she loved me. Not just the gaze of a younger man, but a playful relationship between us.

Were those times precious to her too?

It felt empty as if there was a hole in my heart.

“I don’t know. This life will be different.”

But it was a bit regretful.

The time we had back then disappeared because of the wall of death and regression. The her from back then- I could never meet her again.

“Will it really be like that?”

But the regret quickly vanished.

From now on, we just had to create even more wonderful times.

The time we talked about subcultures.

The time we studied English.

The time we playfully fought with each other.

It was something to engrave as another beautiful memory.

As I pondered on what to say,

-Drrrk.

Yoo Seoyoung entered with a haughty expression.

-Tok tok. Tok tok. Tok tok.

She seemed a bit bored.

It was hard to believe that she was the same girl who was so incredibly happy in my arms yesterday after apologizing for hitting her butt.

“Really, she’s adorable.”

She was my pet, but I didn’t want to show it at school.

Or in society.

There might be some downsides to the rumors of us dating, but there was a more important reason.

She was amazing when she was confident.

She didn’t hold back when giving out punishments.

She handled tasks swiftly.

Her words and pronunciation were always clear.

She was physically tough when she was a slave.

Usually, she had a slightly arrogant yet dignified personality.

The one I loved,

Yoo Seoyoung.

-Thud.

She put down the books she brought and said,

“Today.”

“…”

“Why did you leave early?”

Like a cat looking for trouble, she gave me a mischievous look.

The reason I used for leaving early was ‘stomach ache’.

I clutched my stomach as if I were dying, and the teachers immediately sent me home early.

Anyway, the teachers were lenient, so Yoo Seoyoung probably heard about it.

“I just wanted to leave early.”

A slightly provocative tone.

I wanted to see her get worked up.

She had a taste for teasing since our past lives.

“She had a fun personality.”

Usually, when someone says something unreasonable, the best course of action is to just brush it off as madness.

But she just couldn’t stand it.

She held onto the tail of the conversation and stretched it out, trying to prove that she was right until the end. That’s why, in our past lives, the students who clashed with her never managed to mend their relationships.

But.

As her small lips parted, words came out that I didn’t expect.

“I thought it would hurt a lot.”

Just trembling.

Worry and relief.

A bit of anger.

Emotions surged like waves, crashing and dissipating like foam hitting a tetrapod.

Exploding, then calmly flowing down.

“Don’t worry me.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Just.

Not knowing what to say, I continued to stare at her, and she smiled warmly.

“…Should I be punished if I’m sorry?”

“No, it’s not necessary.”

Where.

I deliberately smiled and spoke a little harshly. In response, Yoo Seoyoung sighed, unable to win.

“If you get hurt without my permission next time, I will punish you.”

Her words killed my heart.

I lived as an alpha male for the past two years. I was just a studious and upright son to my parents.

I didn’t talk to my classmates because our tastes didn’t match. What would we talk about? Stocks? Hunting?

I was a stranger.

A person who couldn’t fit in anywhere.

And as time went on, I became more and more rigid. Thinking that meeting Yoo Seoyoung was meaningless.

But now.

Because she said one word, I was happy.

I tried to hide my joy and embarrassment, and said a little forcefully.

“What are you saying. I am your master.”

“You. Listen well. Yesterday, you did that to me, but I am the teacher, and you are the student.”

She smirked.

Just like in my past life, I didn’t feel too bad about trying to fight. Instead, it ignited my competitive spirit.

“Teacher. There is no rule that says you will be punished for lying.”

“There is no rule that says soccer players can’t commit murder either. Should they just do whatever they want because there are no rules?”

I felt like I was going crazy.

I couldn’t hold back the boiling laughter. What’s wrong with being a female soccer player who can’t do everything.

We emptied our minds together and forced each other.

“It’s okay to do it, but I choose not to.”

“…What?”

“It’s okay to kill, but I choose not to kill.”

When she confidently stated this garbage logic, I saw the corners of her mouth twitch.

She seemed to find this situation amusing.

“Don’t say nonsense. If it was okay for soccer players to commit murder, they would have already done it. Are you stupid?”

The word ‘stupid’ came out so naturally that it made me a little annoyed.

“Those people are afraid.”

“What nonsense is this again.”

Yoo Seoyoung widened her eyes in surprise and rolled her eyes as if she was disgusted.

“If you kill another soccer player… you can win one game. But they don’t have the courage to do that.”

“Are you insane?”

She sighed and smiled as if she was disappointed.

But I was serious.

In fact, deep down, Yoo Seoyoung would be serious too.

She was smart but foolish, and she couldn’t just ignore this bait.

“That’s a murder charge. Soccer players are also human beings. If you’re human, you’re subject to the law.”

“No, what does that have to do with anything? Win the game and go to jail.”

As if fighting, I pushed forward with this garbage logic.

There was no logic between us now.

Just like we did in the lowest levels of internet communities – we tore apart each other’s logic like animals.

“So are all soccer players cowards?”

“Yes.”

“Have you met those people?”

“People have innate intelligence, even without learning anything. They know who the cowards are.”

“Ugh, Kant, philosophy, that’s not how it works! In the first place, innate intelligence…”

Getting excited and talking about philosophy, she seemed thrilled.

Seeing that, I felt thrilled too.

In fact, winning the argument logically wasn’t important. What was important was making the other person annoyed.

She was passionately explaining Kantian philosophy when she realized she had gone too far and suddenly put on a cute expression.

A puzzled expression. She shot me a harsh breath.

“If you can’t prove it, don’t talk about it.”

“There is common sense in this world.”

“Is it common sense to kill a soccer player?”

“The teacher brought up that example.”

“Listen carefully. Our topic has gone off track. Understand?”

I took a deep breath and made my final move.

“The teacher should teach. I’m the student.”

Even I thought it was shameless.

Then she couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a chuckle from the corner of her mouth.

Laughter bubbling up from deep within her chest. She couldn’t contain her laughter and burst out laughing, holding onto the desk and giggling.

That’s how we laughed like crazy for about 5 minutes.

“Ha…phew… Let’s try again.”

“Okay.”

And so, many hours passed.

Several tens of minutes.

It was truly a crazy waste of time.

We sometimes teased each other, had illogical arguments that even elementary school kids wouldn’t have – and the conversation shifted to which food was the most delicious.

“Do you want some water, teacher?”

“…Phew…okay.”

She took my water bottle with a sweaty face. And started drinking it in big gulps.

Water going down her throat with a gulp.

Her slightly sweaty chest shimmered alluringly. Was she trying to seduce me?

‘Don’t show that you’re turned on.’

Right now, whether a soccer player can commit murder is more important.

“Okay, let’s summarize.”

She clapped her hands sharply and said pointedly.

“The original topic was that since I’m the teacher and you’re the student, you shouldn’t lie, right?”

“Yes.”

We repeated this summary several times. It was a fight with no answer from the start.

However, she suddenly opened her eyes sharply and pierced me with her gaze.

“Then, can I lie to you too?”

‘Ha…’

Checkmate. I lost. But I still insisted.

“Then you’ll get punished.”

“I didn’t give you a punishment today. It’s not in the rules. But if you can give out punishments as you please, isn’t that unfair?”

Assertively standing with her chest puffed out, the homeroom teacher. But she gave me an opening.

“Okay. I won.”

“Teacher. How about we establish some rules?”

“Uh…what?”

Suddenly surprised, the teacher moved away from the desk.

I smiled.

“We’re going to establish rules between us. Slave and master. Student and teacher. And, as the vassal of Baekseong-hyeon.”

“Oh.”

Yuseoyeong seemed slightly excited.

“Whenever I feel bad, the teacher will punish me. Let’s make that a rule. Legally.”

She shouted with a flushed face.

“Hey!”

She actually likes it.

So easy to understand,

Lovely,

My woman.

We glared at each other.

“That’s too unfair a condition! I have to be punished every time I feel bad? By you?”

“Um.”

I said to her.

“Do you dislike it?”

“What? Of course. How can that…”

Yuseoyeong glared at me with gritted teeth.

I just approached her, grabbed her face, and forced her to look at me. Her flushed cheek slightly avoided my gaze.

“If I have to get slapped every time I feel bad, I have to.

As I said. If I have to eat urine, I have to, and if the teacher’s buttocks turn red from hitting me – if my sexual desire is satisfied. The teacher has to ask me to hit her with a happy face.”

Actually, it’s the same as last time… This time, it’s definitely about setting rules. “In the rules that the teacher likes.”

“I… sniff.”

“And every time you hit me, you have to say you love me. Then I’ll allow you to masturbate in defeat.”

‘Ah.’

At that moment, I felt like I was going to die.

It was a slip of the tongue.

My emotions burst out too raw, and I crossed the line by being too direct.

Thump.

Our faces collided.

Love.

The most common two words in the world – unbelievably, we both lost the ability to say them.

I regretted a little.

‘It’s no use trying to force it.’

I wanted to wait until she said she loved me herself. Somewhere other than as a teaching assistant.

‘But…’

Part of me also hoped that she would affirm it.

“Why… why do I love you…! You threatened me!”

‘Ah…’

She looked almost like she was going to cry, flustered.

Fortunately.

But I felt a little disappointed.

“If you don’t like it, don’t do it. Even if I feel bad, I won’t do anything to you.”

“Sniff…”

Yoo Seo-yeong made a pained expression.

Her lips pouted.

“We’re probably both looking for evidence, right? You have to be punished for this, and I have to reward you for that. We’re too busy to play, collecting evidence against each other. I’m the master and in the position to give punishment. You’re the defense attorney defending yourself. It’s going to be fun. Right?”

“Sniff…”

Yoo Seo-yeong looked miserable as she lost.

“In the future, whenever something difficult happens, let’s just have a relationship where we empathize with each other. Don’t comfort me physically, okay? Because you’re the teacher and I’m the student. Just say, ‘Oh, you must have had a hard time.’ and empathize. Wow… it’s really embarrassing.”

“Cowardly…”

Yoo Seo-yeong glared at me as if burning. A look that said she would never lose. But in this world, there was an ancient law that even a coward would survive if they won.

“Are you a coward, do you hate it?”

From her slightly parted lips, a bitter breath escaped. A look that seemed a bit unfair.

But Yoo Seo-yeong knew it herself. She couldn’t refuse.

“Sob…”

Her gaze sharpened. Her breathing quickened.

She was excited to see me.

I was in a similar state.

“I don’t dislike it, no…”

As she trailed off, she looked at me.

While my heart was beating irregularly, she added one more word. With a slightly sympathetic glance.

As if pleading.

“…Please.”

I felt like I was going crazy.