Chapter 1406 – 1406. Savior Of The Academy
A wide room with tatami mats.
There, a white-haired old man with a sturdy build was sitting. The old man, dressed in a black kimono, was sitting upright on the tatami mats, holding a teacup respectfully with both hands.
The old man’s identity was Sanada Kenshi, the head of the Madotei.
He quietly took a sip of the hot tea.
Fzzzt.
The space around Sanada Kenshi distorted, and a figure appeared. It was a human figure. It was one of the magic spells, like a video call. Before he knew it, four figures had appeared around him.
Including Sanada Kenshi, there were a total of five people.
They were the executives who led the Madotei with Sanada Kenshi.
Today, an emergency meeting was being held. The reason was none other than the variable that had arisen at the Arashi Academy in Japan.
“I heard that Korean academy students arrived at Arashi Academy today.”
Sanada Kenshi spoke first. It was Sanada Kenshi who had called them for the emergency meeting.
-Are you holding an emergency meeting for something like that? They probably came for an exchange match anyway. It has nothing to do with us.
-That’s right. Even though I don’t like Korea… now is the time to focus on the plan.
-It was you, Sanada Kenshi, who said that messing with the academy would result in more losses than gains.
Sanada Kenshi slowly and leisurely raised his teacup again and took a sip.
“I have some top-secret information. I heard that Sung Hari is among the guardians of the Korean academy.”
For a moment, the four executives fell silent.
Sung Hari.
There was no one here who didn’t know that name.
-…How did this happen? Did the government notice our plan and ask Sung Hari for help?
-That’s impossible. If the Japanese government knew, we would have received information. And we would have naturally stepped in to prevent Sung Hari from coming to Japan.
-Didn’t you say she was at Arashi Academy? Then the answer is simple. Tenrai Nagisa. That woman must have done something.
-It seems that woman has noticed at least part of our plan, even if she doesn’t know all of it… so it’s not entirely impossible.
-What are we going to do? Should we proceed with the plan as is? Or should we wait until the Thunder of Gwancheon leaves Japan?
-This is something we’ve been preparing for over 30 years. We’re just entering the final stages. Is there any need to take risks? We can deal with Korea and the Thunder of Gwancheon after we succeed with the plan.
Everyone wanted to quietly move on.
But Sanada Kenshi, the head of the Madotei, was different.
“Sung Hari is not the same Sung Hari as before. There’s no need to be afraid. The plan will proceed as scheduled. If the plan succeeds, we can deal with Tenrai Nagisa and Sung Hari right away.”
-…This is something we’ve been preparing for 30 years. Can’t we wait just a few more months?
“Should the Madotei stop for just one variable? If we’re going to fail because of just one Sung Hari… it’s better to fail. It seems you’ve become more cowardly as you’ve gotten older.”
-Sanada’s words are not wrong. If the plan fails because of just one person… that also means we are that incompetent.
-We are about to finish. This is the moment when our 30-year plan is about to bear fruit! Don’t be prideful, be practical!
“I’ve been practical enough. Sung Hari won’t be able to do anything. Hattori.”
-…Speak.
“Proceed with the plan as scheduled.”
-Understood.
Having said his piece, Sanada Kenshi took another sip of tea. He could hear the voices of the executives, but the plan would not change.
***
After dinner, free time was given.
I was in a happy dilemma. It was a dilemma about which girl to spend my free time with.
Should I have an unfinished physical conversation with Sung Hari? It would also be nice to go to Yoon Hee-jung, pin her down, and have sex. Being dominated by Go Eun-ha wouldn’t be bad either. It would also be good to check on Lee Si-eun’s condition after a long time.
‘Should I have sex in the bathhouse? No. The bathhouse is probably being used by other students right now…’
I walked down the hallway, pondering. At the end of the hallway was the lounge. I was about to pass by the lounge, but… a blonde woman sitting on a chair, staring blankly out the window, caught my eye. It was Clara Fayred.
“Do you like the view outside? It’s dark, so you can’t see anything.”
Clara looked at me with surprised eyes, then smiled.
“You’re Sung Yu-jin, the top-ranked student, right? I’m Clara Fayred. This is the first time we’ve talked like this. Nice to meet you.”
Her smile was beautiful, and her voice was clear and clean, as befitting a singer. It was a pleasant voice to listen to. She would definitely moan well too.
‘A fleeting moment.’
[Using Fleeting Moment. Remaining stacks: 6]
I used Fleeting Moment to slowly admire her body.
Clara was a beauty who seemed to have embodied all the fantasies of a Western blonde beauty. Her golden blonde hair was pleasing to the eye, and her blue eyes were like jewels. Her snow-white skin went without saying. Her physical attributes were naturally outstanding. She had large breasts that looked like they were an I-cup, a slender waist, and hips that were just as impressive as her breasts. She was also tall, at 170 cm.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Huh? Do what?”
“It’s annoying to always smile and act nice to people, isn’t it? You’re probably annoyed to death even dealing with me right now, right?”
Clara’s face stiffened slightly. It was a short moment. Less than a second. But I was focused on her face, so I noticed that fleeting change. Her face was so pretty that it was hard not to focus on it.
“What are you talking about? Did a reporter or paparazzi ask you to test me with a strange request?”
“I’m good at understanding people. Clara Fayred. From Nevada. You’ve been showing talent as a singer since you were young. Your favorite fruit is cherries, your favorite food is Chicago pizza, your least favorite fruit is durian, and your least favorite food is all kinds of potato dishes. You enjoy reading Time magazine, and you can speak not only English but also German, French, and Korean. Also, as for your close celebrities…”
“Stop! I get it, you’re a fan who knows a lot about me. Where do you want me to sign? I’ll even sign your t-shirt.”
“I know things that other people don’t know, too?”
“Are you talking about me saying I’m annoyed to deal with you? That’s all your imagination. There’s no way I’d be annoyed to deal with a fan. It’s all thanks to my fans that I am who I am today.”
Clara smiles.
I tried to do something crazy to get her attention… but it didn’t work at all.
‘If I back down here, it’s really over. I need to go a little harder. I’m worried about the backlash, but…’
This is a rare opportunity. It’s better to be disliked a little than to end up with indifference.
“And you were confessed to by a red-haired punk three years ago.”
Clara’s face completely hardened. That red-haired punk was Hampson Hemmingford, the heir to the Hemmingford family. The Hemmingford family was one of the top five families in the United States.
Clara had rejected Hampson Hemmingford’s confession, and as revenge, she was unable to pursue her singing career in the United States. Hampson tried to gaslight Clara with his money and power, but Clara went to Korea to study abroad and continued her singing career, where Hemmingford’s power could not reach.
“How did you…”
“Hampson’s pressure is still ongoing, right?”
“…You. Did Hampson hire you to approach me?”
I couldn’t honestly say, “I want to sleep with you.”
“Of course not. Don’t you know who I am? My mom is Sung Hari.”
“……Then why did you appear in front of me? Are you trying to threaten me?”
“What would I gain by threatening you?”
Clara is a person with a strong exterior and interior. You can tell just by the fact that she is still working as a singer, even with Hemmingford as her enemy.
Ordinary threats wouldn’t work. Threatening is not the best option. Forcibly rape her? I could do that with my current strength. But that wouldn’t be fun.
“I’m your fan. I want to help you.”
“…Haa. If you’re my fan, please don’t make things difficult for me. Just because you know my situation doesn’t mean you know everything about me. …But since you’re my fan, I’ll sign something for you anytime.”
“I really like your songs. I want to keep listening to them. Not the songs that already exist, but the new songs that you’ll create and sing. But if Hemmingford interferes, that will be difficult. So I want to help you, even for my own sake.”
“Ha… You’re saying you’ll make Hemmingford your enemy for my songs? Just for songs?”
“Because your songs are not just songs. And if I help you… won’t you eventually compensate me? Like making and singing a song for me.”
Clara chuckled.
“I don’t sing for just one person. And I don’t plan to in the future. I’m grateful that you like my songs, but you don’t need to help me. I’m going to go now. Actually, I was waiting here for a moment to meet with Teacher Yoon Hee-jung. I’ll sign something for you later.”
Clara quickly left the lounge. Her swaying blonde hair and the way her hips moved as she walked made my dick throb.
‘She’s walking so fast, it almost looks like she’s running away.’
I leaned against the wall of the lounge and looked out the window. I halfheartedly looked at the dark scenery while thinking about Hampson Hemmingford.
‘Opposing Hemmingford also means opposing the United States.’
That’s how much influence the Hemmingford family had in the United States.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t touch the Hemmingford family either.
‘But Hampson Hemmingford touched my woman.’
Clara is my woman.
I haven’t knocked her down yet, but I’ve decided she’s my woman.
‘Since he touched my woman, he has to pay the price. Even if it’s the United States.’
If the United States interferes with me, I will kill the United States by any means necessary.
As I always have.
‘I heard Americans like zombies so much…?’
***
After leaving the lounge, I headed to Choi Da-yeon’s room.
Choi Da-yeon was essential to my plan.
Knock knock knock.
I slowly knocked on Choi Da-yeon’s door and said,
“It’s me, Sung Yu-jin. I have something to say, can I come in?”
“……Wait.”
The door opened. Choi Da-yeon was still wearing her school uniform. She greeted me with her arms crossed and her usual haughty expression.
“What’s the matter? Don’t come in, just say it here.”
“I want to talk inside, you know?”
“…I haven’t finished unpacking yet.”
“Heh.”
I laughed and forced my way into Choi Da-yeon’s room. Choi Da-yeon, who had her arms crossed, couldn’t stop me. Once inside, I looked around the room. An aroma candle was burning on the desk, filling the room with an aroma scent. I kept laughing. Choi Da-yeon’s eyes were shaking, unable to hide her agitation.
In fact, I had been using Cheon-an even before I knocked on Choi Da-yeon’s door. That’s how I knew what Choi Da-yeon had been doing in her room.
I pretended to walk leisurely towards the desk, then suddenly turned and jumped onto the bed.
“Sung Yu-jin…! Get, get off the bed! You’re not supposed to just climb onto a girl’s bed!”
“Yeah. I don’t want to.”
I pulled back the summer blanket. The center of the blue bed sheet was slightly damp, as if water had been spilled on it. I didn’t stop there and took out the object hidden under the pillow.
It was a white pair of panties. The center of the panties was soaked with a sticky liquid. A single curly pubic hair was stuck to it as a bonus.
“Wow, it’s warm? It looks like you were having a good time until just now?”
