I Became the One Who Takes. 207

## Chapter 207 - (19)

"Hey, at this rate, Inmu Academy might actually win?"
"...Nah, no way."
"Why not? They made it to the finals."
"I'd rather Inmu Academy win. The sects need a wake-up call."
"Win!"

The enthusiasm in the audience was fervent.

And for good reason.

The team considered the weakest had made it to the finals.

Moreover, the martial arts Jeongseon and Seolyeong had displayed during the matches were not to be underestimated.

As a result, the evaluation of our team had changed significantly by the time we reached the finals.

To the point where it was common to see people cheering us on.

The final match of the martial arts tournament.

Our opponents were the Shaolin Temple.

Whether they had dealt with the Demonic Cult well or not, the Abbot had gathered the young prodigies of Shaolin and was saying something to them.

Instructor Cheolung, glancing at them, gathered us as well.

"Do your best."

I expected him to say something profound, but it was just encouragement.

Looking up at Instructor Cheolung with a disappointed expression, he seemed to have said all he needed to and trudged off to watch the match.

"...Let's just do our best."
"Yeah."

The three of us looked at Instructor Cheolung, chuckled wryly, and finished our preparations.

Jeongseon went up to the arena first.

The result was instantaneous.

"Sorry."

Jeongseon smiled awkwardly as he came down from the arena.

"No, you just had a bad matchup."

Jeongseon's combat-compressed Shaolin martial arts couldn't stand up to the real Shaolin martial arts.

As soon as his opponent saw Jeongseon's skills, he smiled faintly and parried every attack.

Perfectly dodging and deflecting Jeongseon's attacks.

Jeongseon was superior in physical ability, but since none of his attacks worked, he felt his own limitations and gave up.

Pat, pat.

I patted Jeongseon on the back to comfort him, and Seolyeong, watching, said,

"Am I going to lose too?"
"I'll only pat you if you win."

Seolyeong laughed playfully, nodded, and went up.

And the result was—

"What."

When I came to my senses, paper flower petals were scattered around.

The crowd was ecstatic, Seolyeong was standing in the arena, and a disciple of Shaolin was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

Due to Seolyeong's martial arts, snowflakes had already piled up here and there in the arena, and white breath appeared every time the Shaolin disciple exhaled.

Seolyeong really did defeat three people alone and win the match.

I learned the Eternal Frost Sword Technique from my master and didn't neglect my training for today.

'And I didn't even get to compete once.'

Seolyeong had become too strong.

I felt a bit empty, but I patted Seolyeong's back as she slowly walked towards us like a puppy wanting praise, and my mood lifted.

Right, winning is what matters.

Jeongseon was also happy, and Seolyeong seemed satisfied.

I could see my master, Moryeon, nodding in the audience.

Even though her disciple didn't even get to compete.

"Wow!"
"Inmu Academy has won!"

The cheers from the crowd were more enthusiastic than I expected.

Everyone had looked down on Inmu Academy, but they didn't necessarily want them to lose.

They just didn't think they could win.

Perhaps we received the most support.

Because voices of support, with a sense of pity and anticipation for the underdog, continued to be heard.

Instructor Cheolung was listening to the cheers of the audience with an awkward expression.

"Hey, what do I do if they actually win?"

Instructor Cheolung chuckled, saying his stock had risen even though he hadn't done anything.

I laughed along with him.

Because it was the same for me.

My stock soared even though I hadn't done anything.

"The three winners from Inmu Academy, come here."

The Abbot of Shaolin came up to the arena and called our names.

It was uncomfortable to be called by the Abbot of Shaolin, our opponent in the finals, to receive the championship prize, but the Abbot was smiling brightly.

"Thank you for pointing out the shortcomings of our disciples."

With those words, we received the championship prize.

It was called a championship prize, but the luxurious box contained all sorts of things.

From elixirs like the Great Return Pill of Shaolin to poison from the Sichuan Tang Clan.

I really didn't expect them to give it to us.

I thought it was all just rumors to lure out the Demonic Cult.

In conclusion, they lured out the Demonic Cult and gave a great prize to the actual winner.

The expressions of the three of us who received the championship prize were subtle.

None of us were very interested in the elixirs or weapons.

It felt like we were just receiving it because they were giving it to us.

'...Elixir... should I give it to my master?'

I was reminded of the empty drawers in his room.

"Let's give a round of applause to Inmu Academy, who will illuminate the righteous path in the future!"

The cheers and applause that started with the Shaolin Abbot's shout continued until we came down from the arena and left.

***

"Gaga, congratulations."
"Yeah, thanks."

Namgungeu clung to my right arm.

A warm sensation was transmitted through my arm.

Then, Namgungeu slowly approached me.

I could see her moist eyes and plump lips coming closer.

A sweet atmosphere was about to flow—but it didn't.

It almost did.

"Aren't you going to congratulate us too?"

Jeongseon protested from the side, and Seolyeong just walked while looking at the side of my face.

"That's my disciple."

Master Moryeon patted my back from behind as if to say I did well.

"Oh, uh, congratulations."

Hwayul awkwardly trailed behind.

Where did she come from again...

What is this?

Anyway, we all ended up gathering together.

Jeongseon, Seolyeong, Namgungeu, Moryeon, and even Hwayul.

Past and present.

The relationships I had created were all in sight.

"Hey, look over there..."

I could see people pointing at us.

"Wow..."
"Those three are the ones who won this time..."
"I'm jealous..."
"Pretty..."

I was walking with five beauties, so it was inevitable that we would attract attention.

If I was walking with one or two beauties, I would have puffed out my chest, but since I was walking with five—

"You scoundrel..."

Yeah, I felt like I had become a scoundrel, just like some passerby had said to me.

Especially since this was a world in a martial arts novel.

It often appeared in various works.

Works where the protagonist possesses a scoundrel obsessed with women.

It felt like I had become that protagonist.

"Why are you following us? Gaga promised me beforehand..."
"What's wrong with being with my comrades on the day we won the martial arts tournament!"
"Disciple. Where are you going?"

The rivalry between them didn't seem to diminish.

They were all subtly pressuring me to choose, but it wasn't easy to choose.

Because all these relationships were my karma.

"Seonghan, if you go a little further, there's my mother's pleasure house, so..."
"P-Pleasure house?! Are you trying to take Gaga to a pleasure house?"
"No, that's my home, and the food is delicious, so..."

Jeongseon and Namgungeu especially clashed often.

Probably because they both actively expressed their opinions.

...I've made up my mind.

"Okay, let's go there."

"Eep?!"
"Hngh..."

I slyly squeezed the butts of the two who kept arguing.

Then, the two noisy people bit their lips and looked up at me.

"Y-You disciple..."
"Wait..."

Seolyeong and Moryeon hurriedly stood behind the two and hid my hand from the people.

They were both quick.

Since the two were hiding me, I gleefully fondled them.

I don't know anymore.

I was in a semi-berserk state.

Since my relationships had become such a mess, I decided to become a real scoundrel.

Thanks to Jeongseon and Seolyeong's great performance in the martial arts tournament, I had plenty of stamina left, and if we were going to a pleasure house, I could do whatever I wanted.

It was time to start what I was best at.

"W-What are you doing..."
"G-Gaga...?"

Jeongseon and Namgungeu looked up at me with pleading eyes from both sides.

Their expressions seemed to be asking me to stop.

But in another way, it also seemed like a switch had been flipped.

"Shh, be quiet and follow me."

There was no reason to pretend in front of them anymore.

I commanded with a deep voice full of my desires.

I acted strongly because I felt like I would be dragged around if I didn't.

Then, everyone except me seemed flustered at first, but they quietly started following me.

I also met an unexpected hidden card.

"Oh my."
"Oh, Mom."

While entering the back door of the pleasure house.

I ran into Jeongseon's mother, the madam of the pleasure house.

The madam slowly scanned us and raised her red lips into a smile.

"Don't lose, my daughter. Okay? Just do as your mother taught you?"
"W-What do you mean lose or win... I don't know, can we use the top floor room?"
"Of course~ Use it comfortably, and do as you please."

We couldn't help but blush at her tone, which seemed to know everything already.

Probably because we would do as she expected.

After that, everyone quietly climbed the stairs.

And as we said, we rented the top floor room.

Everyone stood awkwardly even after entering the room.

In the center of the room was a huge bed that could fit all of us, and orange lamps were placed throughout the room, casting a soft light.

When everyone couldn't move easily, I pushed Namgungeu and Jeongseon, who were on either side of me, onto the bed.

It was a weak force, but the two of them fell onto the bed as if they couldn't resist.

The two of them, who were at the top of the martial arts tournament, fell with this much force.

The acting was blatant.

I smiled at the absurdity, and the two who had fallen also blushed.

"G-Gaga? Is this... is this okay... how many people are you..."
"P-Pervert..."

Is this okay?

I don't know either.

But I've come too far to worry about ethics.

"Everyone, don't think you can leave this room today."

With that declaration, I took off my clothes.