Chapter 507 – Clair Lane Blizzard
Hamat has been feeling like floating in the sky for the past few days.
He’s handsome, but his timid nature makes him popular with women, but he’s never taken the initiative.
Now, even a single word from him makes the women around him quiver.
The women who are said to be the best, whether it’s the lineage or talent of Prunar Academy!
He was intoxicated by the circumstances in which he led people.
‘This is the real me.’
Hamat thought so and felt the eyes of the girls listening to him glancing at him.
‘… Isn’t it? Are you a real country? I’ve been this kind of guy before, haven’t I?’
Hamart laughs, not recognizing that his memories are getting confused.
But then he twisted his mouth and made a displeased face.
Because what he wants most is not yet in his hands.
Clarir.
She is her fiancé and also her first love.
She has been Ju-Wook Hamat’s love since they met at a social party when she was younger.
In fact, all the women of the Blizzard family were his tastes, but he liked Clarir the most.
The reason is simple.
Because she is weak
Even if he looks cold and overbearing on the outside, he is a soft person deep down inside.
Because he is such a person, he does not laugh at Hamat.
They don’t follow their looks like other women do, and they don’t look down on them like women who are high-handed when it comes to topics they are drawn to.
So I love you
Hamat thought that she was different from other worm-like bitches who would eat and throw away once, and that she was suitable as a lifelong companion.
However, fragrant flowers attract bugs.
Hamat is the leader of that bug. He glared at the eighth.
‘The lecture is going dirty and rough.’
No matter how busy my job was in the combat section and my status as a student overlapped, I couldn’t call this a class. It would rather be called fan service.
But all the school idiots went nuts whenever Dre said anything good.
‘Why the hell is that guy…’
Originally, he was a popular Dre among the talented students, but these days, the lineage students also acknowledged him one by one, no… Respected him.
Hamat didn’t like that.
‘No matter how great you are, you’re just an ordinary person.’
There will be times when he will cry, there will be times when he will be frustrated.
Hamart decided that he would personally frustrate him.
How?
At first, he tried to use his handsome face and perfect body to pressure him.
But he failed.
L. And the women around Dre, including Mayal… I tried to seduce them, but I only received a cold rejection.
It was absurd.
Not to mention a great aristocrat like Elysia, even an aristocratic girl living on the fringes or a girl who could hardly be called a teenage family had rejected themselves.
‘Dia, Mayal…’
He tried to show you a picture of them both kissing proudly or having him bite his cock, but it didn’t work.
‘If I’m not attracted to my appearance, I just need to show my ability.’
Hamat changed its strategy.
Instead of pushing into his face, use your abilities and house to press.
The Stucker family’s tracking magic also made it easy to gather information.
I don’t know the details like what I’m doing right now, but I know where I am and who I am with.
That’s why Hamat has been researching the women around Dre and looking for weaknesses.
With the sole intention of punishing that arrogant, off-topic Dre who clings to Clarir and takes her with him.
Of course, tracking magic required a price and preparation materials.
Saliva and the like were the best, but hair is also possible.
It was a very easy thing to obtain if you had a lot of followers in the school now.
Even non-followers could collect them with his skill.
And there were results.
It was about Mayal.
Knowing the current financial situation of the Love Yarte family, Hamat devised a plan to put pressure on them.
‘What if my bitch threatens my house?’
Hamart thought he’d be wanting himself anyway he was handsome that year he deep down.
If everything goes wrong and you reject yourself…?
‘At that time, I just need to press it with force.’
Yes, it is a woman.
What would he do if he took a picture after being raped by force?
The present Hamat sincerely thought so.
The originally timid man secretly harbored a shady desire.
And in addition…He was unaware that his judgment was very clouded.
I don’t think about it, even though I saw firsthand the surprise of my classmates knowing that Mayal performed quite well in the hero’s gaze.
He had no doubt that he would not fail, that he would succeed.
But despite being so arrogant, no… Being arrogant, it was unpleasant for bugs to buzz around their companions.
I was going to stick with him all day so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid, so he wouldn’t get close to Clarir.
Fortunately, Dre didn’t seem to mind.
During break time outside of class, he would sit idly by, and Clarir would be sent to a rest stop or a warehouse far away for other tasks.
‘What. Was it an illusion?’
Dre’s shady eyes at Clarir.
And Clarir’s… He didn’t seem to like it…
‘…No, of course I hate it. It was like looking at a dirty bug.’
Hamat, who changed his mind as if it were natural, clicked his tongue as if to listen.
I felt sorry for Dre, who used her position as a lecturer to cling to her even though a woman with a fiancee showed signs of disliking it.
“Hey, one print is missing.”
One of the students said with a very apologetic look, and Hamart nodded and looked at Dre.
He sat still blankly and glanced at Hamat.
The tired look with no vitality in the expression gave the impression of a doll.
‘An asshole with no sense of responsibility.’
Hamat kicks his tongue and searches his desk for a print.
But no.
The extra was…Probably in the warehouse.
It was hard to follow Dre’s instructions.
However, he still hadn’t prepared the ingredients to bring him to despair, so it was time for him to bow down.
‘I’ll follow you now.’
After a while, Hamat shrugged, saying that after a while, he would see the scene of the man he thought was his woman being trampled under his feet, with tears running down his nose.
Just imagining the scene was exciting…
Thinking so, Hamat headed to the warehouse, and he heard a strange sound in the middle…
“Sleep, go… Well, I’m doing…”
“Listen to your arm.”
“The arm, why…”
“Why… I’m going to lick the stinky armpit that has been aging all day today.”
“Kuu… What a disgusting pervert…! What the hell…”
“…”
Hamat stopped.
This voice is Clair.
What is this conversation?
It’s like… Isn’t it reminiscent of a sexual act?
“…Kh, huh?! ♡”
“Anything I don’t like, I like the fact that I put my hand on your arm…♡”
And this man’s voice.
Know.
But it can’t be.
He’s over there… In the classroom.
Then, what came to my mind was a doll-like impression.
“…”
FALSE?
The moment the thought reached that point, Hamat was out of his mind.
I ran over and opened the door.
And.
“?”
“…?”
I saw Dre and Clarir apart, holding something like a script.
“…”
“What is it, Hamart?”
Dre was a little annoyed.
Hamat gasped for breath as he checked Clarir.
The attire is… Neat.
I wasn’t even sweating at all.
It seemed that he hadn’t done anything lewd.
“… Instructor Dre, what are you doing here? The one in the classroom next door over there…?”
“It’s a puppet. It’s a little awkward for the instructor to show off his resting appearance in front of others, so he was resting here with a stand-in?”
I wanted to beat Dre, who answered casually.
Hamat resisted the urge and asked with a smile.
“Is that so…? But what are you doing here with Clarir…”
“Ah. Clarir used to be a theater lady. Did you know?”
“Yeah… Okay.”
In the beginning, he seemed to be learning quite enthusiastically, but one day he remembers quitting after seeing Kalalir’s stage.
“Due to the establishment of the new faculty, there are several events planned to invite people. Among them, there is a play, and I was just practicing the script.”
“Practice?”
“If it’s Clarire, wouldn’t it be inferior to the leading role?”
“…”
Clair silently clutched at the script.
However, Hamat saw.
A young blush on her face. A shy mouth.
All of them look happy.
“…!!”
It seems like a black fire is burning in her head.
The delusion that the original Hamat had soared endlessly.
Today, Clarir came wearing a very revealing outfit that she didn’t normally wear.
He thought he was trying to show himself, but what if he wasn’t?
What if Clarir had a weakness and came wearing that outfit as Dre ordered, and Dre was fooling herself with a doll and doing something together with Clarir in the warehouse…?
Just imagining it made her heart ache, and a fever flared up.
Seeing Hamat standing still without saying anything, the moment Clarir cautiously tried to talk to her.
“Wow?!”
Dregar took Clair into his arms.
“…!!”
Hamart saw Dre’s hand touch Clair’s white shoulder, her bare skin, and sparks flew before her eyes.
And besides, isn’t he secretly fiddling with his fingers?
“Now What…!”
“Ah. I was looking for a picture for the main part of the play. Could you take one as it is?”
“…!!”
Does that make sense?
I’ll make good excuses too.
Hamat looked at Clarir in amazement.
She thought that given her personality, she must have gotten away with a cheeky lift.
Just like you did to yourself last time.
But…
“…”
Clary Le, while shyly lowering her gaze… Didn’t seem to hate it.
Glancing at her Dre’s hand that had touched her own bare skin, she put her hands together and quietly obeyed her Dre’s will.
“…”
The moment Hamart lost her speech, said Dre.
“Stay closer, Clair. You have to look like a sweet lover. That way, you won’t have the illusion of being young at the academy.”
“Yes, yes…”
Yes? Yes?
Are you saying that in front of your fiancé? What would that do?
Hamat wanted to shout that, but Clarir couldn’t bear it.
He just strode over to Dre, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him up.
Arrogant and even physically strong, he thought that if he beat Dre until he begged for his life, he would be relieved.
“…? What are you doing?”
“How dare you molest someone else’s fiancé…!”
Then he raises his fist, and poops. He hit Dre in the face.
“Hamart!!”
Flash-!
A blue flash occurred, and then a terrible cold attacked Hamat.
“!!”
Die.
I thought so involuntarily… But his ice was blocked right in front of his nose.
His narrowed eyes opened wide to see that Dre had reached out to him and released something to block the chill…
“Oops…”
Hamat swallowed.
The chill was so great that even though it was blocked by an unknown power, it chilled to the bone.
If he had been hit, he would have been seriously injured.
Mogol sang.
“Calm down, Clair.”
Dre smirked and broke Hamat’s arm, which was gripping his collar.
“Ah…!”
And. Shit.
“…”
Scratch one’s cheek
When Hamat, who stopped for one second, tried to have a seizure, they paired up again.
Match. Match. Match. Match. Match.
“Kuk, heo-eok. Keu-heuk…!”
I tried to hold it in, but Hamat let out a pitiful scream at the immense pain and sore cheek.
“How dare a student not only interfere with the instructor’s work, but also attack him? Are you crazy?”
“…!”
“Ugh. I’m going to stay silent, right? Okay.”
Dre continued to slap him in amusement.
Hamat was in so much pain that he couldn’t stop moaning.
“Keah! Aww! Ugh!”
Looking to her side, he gave Clarir a rolling glance, but she only crossed her arms and looked at herself with her cold eyes.
“…!!”
Another spark rose in her head, a fever.
No way, have you already done it with Dre?
That’s why you follow this guy rather than me?
But that anger and thoughts soon fade into pain.
Hamat uhh, ek. He made a pitiful noise and was in pain… But then he shouted.
“Wrong!!”
Dre stopped her big hand, and Hamat groaned in pain and terror as her body trembled.
Hamat knew how ugly his behavior was… Even in this state, at least a little bit.
Hamat trembles with fear and humiliation.
Dre patted him on the shoulder and smiled.
“An apology is a step towards the right thing. Well done, Hamat.”
“…Thank you.”
Having said that, Hamart spurred his seat and came out of the campus.
This is not it.
This, this is the opposite
The world is wrong
Hamat, who ran like crazy, went to an empty lot and picked up a magic tool.
It was a magic tool connected to the exclusive butler.
“Butler-!!”
[Young master. What brings you here…]
“What I said before! Right now!! Proceed now!! Pressure Love Yarte!”
[…That nonsense, were you serious?]
“What?! You bastard! Are you kidding me?!”
[Why have you changed so much, young man? And in the first place, it is impossible even for the head of the family, not the young master.]
The butler makes a troubled voice.
[No matter how obsolete it is, to put pressure on the original teenage family, Love Yarte. Their own power cannot be ignored, but it gives other teenage families a reason to attack the Stucker family…]
“Shut up! You’re fired!”
Hamat’s eyes glistened when he cut off contact.
What? House management? Justification?
“Then it is violence.”
I’ll hire some bullies myself and raid them. Like that, Mayal in front of eight guys…
“Hey.”
Fuck!
“Kwaaaaak!”
Hamat, who was hit from behind and fell, jumped up.
Standing there was a grinning Dre and a bewildered Clarir with beads of sweat on her cheeks.
“What, what…”
[What I said before! Right now!! Proceed right away!! Put pressure on Love Yarte!]
“…What, that.”
“Ah. Should I call it a tape recorder?”
A magic tool containing Hamat’s voice.
But… Hamat didn’t know what was wrong even at this moment.
I was just terrified.
“There is evidence, so let’s get it right.”
