episode_0148

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Righteous Argument

Approaching to create various opportunities,

Using those opportunities to increase meetings,

Gradually gathering trivial pieces of information one by one,

Then steadily solidifying the relationship through various methods,

And after going through various incidents—

Gently devouring them…

Tap. Tap.

Having pressed the vending machine buttons, I tilted my head slightly as I retraced my thoughts.

Looking back now, I wonder if I literally followed just a couple of those steps.

…Well, whatever.

The result was good in the end.

So good, in fact, that it could be considered the best among everything that’s happened so far.

Back when I first found Lee Jiyun lying on the infirmary bed, I thought maintaining a “moderately close friend” level would already be a success.

I smirked, recalling something that happened over a month ago.

Lee Jiyun, who immediately became wary upon seeing me but awkwardly allowed my approach after receiving treatment.

The way she threw me a look of inexplicable suspicion upon realizing I’d gotten close to her older sister.

The way her eyes lit up the moment I dangled the bait, pretending to be interested in games using the information I’d extracted from Lee Hayun.

The way she played along with the ridiculous excuse of asking her to help me practice in her sister’s stead.

And even the hidden side of Lee Jiyun I hadn’t anticipated at all.

Perhaps I could say luck was on my side.

No—it wasn’t just that. Luck was on my side.

Originally, my plan was just to slowly and casually grow closer by playing the games Lee Jiyun liked.

I’m no mind reader—how was I supposed to know she had a kink for being dominated by her sister’s boyfriend?

From the start, all I knew was that she didn’t photograph well, had a bitchy personality, pale skin, even paler hair, and looked so damn fuckable that the conquest would feel incredible.

…Well, whatever.

Looking back now, the lack of information actually worked in my favor.

Because of the nature of her job as a hero, her face and general location were somewhat public, attracting obsessive otaku stalkers—but Lee Jiyun had never revealed anything about her private life involving men.

Plus, she’s relatively young, talkative, and laughs easily, so I could tame her step by step at my own pace… Mmm. That’s even better.

By the time she truly makes a name for herself as a hero,

I wonder just how far she’ll fall.

“……Ah. Speaking of boyfriends…”

Now that I think about it, I suddenly remember.

When it was revealed that a certain numbered hero had a childhood sweetheart, the unicorn bastards coughed up blood and dropped her like a hot potato.

“….”

…Who was that again?

I remember her boyfriend was a C-rank or D-rank hero or something trivial like that…

Hmm… The name…

Anyway, I distinctly recall the unicorns’ evaluation that he looked like a total loser, but his face and name are oddly fuzzy in my memory.

Maybe it’s because back then, I was too preoccupied with the fact that she had a boyfriend to care about the details.

Ugh, damn it. Normally, I’d remember something like this after just one glance.

It’s frustrating how it suddenly popped into my head.

“Ugh… Ah, my throat hurts…”

Leaning lightly against the wall by the vending machine, I let my thoughts wander for a moment.

Still half-asleep from lack of rest, I grabbed my coffee and slowly began walking down the hallway.

My destination: Class 1-A.

Where Lee Jiyun is.

“Ah, good morning…”

“Teacher, why are you here at this hour?”

“Dunno. Why are you asking me?”

“Good morning!”

Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a white coat, but as I wandered the halls during arrival time, I received appropriately polite greetings from nameless students.

The reason I say “appropriately” is that the students all treated me with a mix of courtesy and indifference—somewhere in an awkward middle ground.

Not a single one bowed deeply; at most, they gave a slight nod before moving on.

Not that I blame them. I’m not complaining.

After all, no one in this academy occupies as ambiguous a position as I do.

Hell, even I’d feel weird if a teacher my own age had taught me in high school…

“Teacher! Teacher! Did you not sleep well last night? You’ve got dark circles!”

“…Oh, really? Now that you mention it, my eyes do feel kinda dry today.”

“You’re a healing-type transcendent—can’t you fix that?”

“Of course not. If that were possible, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be working 24/7 beside some famous CEO, keeping them awake.”

“Hmm~ So why couldn’t you sleep? Don’t tell me…”

“I stayed up a bit late playing games.”

“Eh? You play games too? What do you play?”

“Uh… This and that?”

I don’t remember this kid, but they’re being annoying.

After half-heartedly answering their rapid-fire questions, I scanned the students heading to class.

What I was looking for: someone just under 170 cm tall.

With snow-white short hair.

But not a single person matching that description was in sight.

At best, there were students who gave me awkward greetings as they passed and one muttering “café mocha, café mocha” in a cute voice as she ran the other way.

…Disappointing.

I came here wondering how Lee Jiyun would react if she happened to see my face.

But barging into her classroom would draw too much attention to me…

Tch.

Scratching my cheek, I sighed and slipped through the crowd of students.

My destination?

The rooftop.

The reason was simple.

I was sleepy, so I wanted to drink coffee while getting some fresh air.

No more, no less.

“…Ah.”

Had I known a certain blue-haired spy was already up there sighing heavily, I’d have quietly gone to the skybridge or something instead.

“….”

Was she hiding here to contact Most Wanted?

If so, the rooftop—an open space for everyone—seemed a bit too exposed.

Glancing briefly at the phone spinning in Baek Seoyeon’s hand, I dismissed the thought.

Not wanting to get tangled up with her, I gave a slight nod, closed the rooftop door, and turned my back.

That was that.

Not a single footstep followed me.

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148

1. Giving a meticulously thorough double blowjob to Lee Hayun and Lee Jiyun, their pupils dilated and lost in the afterglow, their saliva mixing together.

2. Dressing Hansooa—already naked except for the oversized shirt I wore and lion ears/tail—with a large-name-tagged collar, forcing her to kneel, and making her declare herself a beast on camera.

3. Yozora… …Pass.

Can’t deny she’s pretty, but corrupting a pure-image hero is way hotter than some already-debauched villain.

Sure, I could flex by leaking a few pics to the online simps who drool over villain aesthetics, but…

That’s just a side dish. A treat.

Watching them argue over whether it’s fake or real would be fun, but I’d get bored if I did it often.

Anyway, this is my current bucket list.

Not just vague fantasies—things I could realistically achieve if I had the time.

Hmm. Finishing my typing, I rested my chin on my hand and stared at the laptop screen.

First, number one.

Taming Lee Jiyun and Lee Hayun to my taste.

To do that, I pondered how to handle them moving forward, idly playing with my short nails.

At first, I thought Lee Jiyun would be the hardest to crack, but before I knew it, the target had shifted.

Lee Jiyun wants to be compared to her sister—no, she wants to hear that she’s the hotter one as she’s taken.

Lee Hayun? …Well. She’s reacting like any normal person would.

If she’d doted on her little sister, I could’ve worked with that, but…

Since they bicker like any ordinary sisters, no good ideas came to mind.

If they’d been inseparable, I could’ve easily crossed this off my bucket list with a little blackmail. The more I think about it, the more I feel a tinge of regret.

“…For now, Lee Jiyun will make a move anyway.”

Good enough.

It’s not like I’d come up with a brilliant idea just by racking my brain.

Lee Jiyun is just as interested in a threesome as I am right now, so she’ll try something whenever she’s home with her sister.

Staring blankly at the notepad on the screen, I slowly shifted my gaze to number two.

“….”

Hansooa.

It was great that we became sex partners and even went all the way in the infirmary, but…

Maybe out of embarrassment? Hansooa hasn’t contacted me—let alone visited the infirmary—for nearly a week now.

Yozora, who reeks of “I’m in heat,” and Baek Seoyeon, who subtly shows she’s wary of me, still drop by occasionally. But Hansooa? Nothing.

“…How do I handle her?”

A sudden headache made me groan as I stretched in my chair.

No matter how positively I spin it, she’s clearly avoiding me.

They say “no news is good news,” but this is a bit much.

Extreme example, but if she were dead, that wouldn’t be good news either.

“I thought Yozora would make it easier, but…”

The process before sex being tough is one thing, but shouldn’t it get easier after crossing that line?

If anything, now that we’ve done it once, shouldn’t we be increasing the frequency like crazy?

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I picked up my phone from the clutter on my desk and typed.

Not to Hansooa, who’s busy avoiding me, but—

– Hey.

– Yozora.

To Yozora, who’s probably frustrated at not getting proper rewards.

Direct confrontation isn’t as effective as indirect pressure.

“….”

But a full minute passed after sending the text.

The “1” next to the message remained—a perfect seen-zoned delivery.

Yozora wouldn’t have turned off my notifications.

And she wouldn’t ignore me just to piss me off—last time she visited the infirmary, she looked kinda desperate…

“In class?”

Well, the timing was awkward.

Not on the hour, but at the 30-minute mark. I don’t know the academy’s schedule, but in high school, breaks were on the hour, right? …Or was it?

Whatever. She’ll reply later.

Tossing my phone aside, I poured caffeine into my stomach—just as a visitor arrived at the infirmary.

“Anyone here? Ah. You are here.”

“…If you’re curious, try knocking before coming in?”

“Sorry. It’s just, I assumed you’d be here.”

“….”

I meant that knocking is basic manners, but I guess I was too indirect.

Staring blankly at the visitor for a moment, I closed the notepad, stuffed my hands into my white coat pockets, and swiveled my chair.

“I sprained my wrist during sparring. Ugh. It’s been a while since I got hurt—this really stings…”

“Pain is better when it’s unfamiliar. Take a seat here.”

“Sure, sure.”

A frivolous person.

Also, a bit short.

Not fairy-tale dwarf short, just… kinda small.

Lee Hayun is petite too, but with heels, she’d probably be taller than this guy.

“….”

“….”

Maybe because I stared too long, the grinning man’s gaze locked onto me.

His mouth was smiling.

His eyes were smiling.

Objectively speaking, he’d fit the “handsome” category.

And I’ve seen him before.

“…Uh, the treatment?”

“…Ah, right.”

Baek Seoyeon.

The guy who was with her.