Chapter 147 – Harem Was This Easy
Lunch after joint training begins.
Up until now, no cadets could be seen eating while interacting with Seongguk, probably because they were not together.
‘I want to see the faces of the class representatives at least once.’
In particular, I really wanted to see the face of the 4th grade representative.
After all, it’s no different than having the annoying title of student representative because of him.
Except for the fact that it has the advantage of being easy to approach the saint, all titles have only disadvantages.
That was the student representative.
‘From running errands all morning… To participating in useless social gatherings… To coordinating opinions… What are people doing…’
It’s not even a working machine.
But what was also funny was that the saintess took care of things very leisurely, as if she was doing something that was too obvious.
A place where you can be surrounded by many people, listen to each one of their voices, and coordinate your opinions.
The saintess handled it perfectly.
All I could do was cheer and clap a few rounds beside her.
‘There are too many petty fights.’
Starting from where the food ingredients came from, the location of the accommodation, and the number of people who can be put in immediately if the saintess is in danger.
I didn’t think it was useless, but I was really tired after paying attention to the details.
‘Isn’t that kind of thing originally coordinated in advance?’
Isn’t it normal to make adjustments in advance before starting joint education in earnest?
Or did you bring up the topic face-to-face because you were dissatisfied with it?
I didn’t have time to know such details, but one thing was certain.
‘I can’t eat this twice.’
It was clear to me why the class representatives declined.
At first, he said that it was burdensome because he was not in a position to do it, but in the end, he just hit me for a while.
It’s the writers who are called seniors who are putting their work on the back of the juniors.
‘I’ll have to do it later when I’m in second grade.’
After setting a small goal, I slowly walked to Class 1-A.
Classrooms were empty because there was nothing to do in a separate class during joint education time.
And I invited two people to the class.
‘Sujin and Yumin.’
I couldn’t meet the heroines separately until when.
It was a relationship that started because of the quest, but there was definitely a part of me that wanted to like me.
I started on purpose, but I still wanted to walk with them according to my will.
But in order for that to happen, they had to ‘acknowledge’ each other’s existence, even if they weren’t on good terms.
Dripping Tak.
As soon as the door to the closed classroom is opened, a series of voices are heard.
“Taeyang, are you here? Yumin kisses you!”
“Taeyang, haven’t you eaten yet?
Today I build a harem.
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The room right next to the president of Victory Academy.
In this place called the VIP room, the saintess and Percus were enjoying a leisurely lunch.
The saintess frowned as she continued to check her cell phone while eating her meal.
Perkus really hates to ask, but he can’t help but open his mouth.
“Hmm…”
“Why is the saintess’ face so bad?”
“When a person suddenly changes after a major event, is that a good sign or a bad sign?”
“Well… It depends, but generally, isn’t that good? At least for the individual who has been through it.”
“Why do you think so?”
In response to the saintess’ question, Perkus pondered a bit before opening his mouth.
“Awakening after returning from being betrayed, which is common in novels… All of these are positive changes in a broad sense. It’s the individual’s desire to improve… It’s thinking about achieving something by developing yourself… If it changes negatively, the result will be bleak… But I’m in a position to think that change is good anyway.”
But why are you asking this all of a sudden?
‘Are you trying to change something?’
Have you cast off all of the things you’ve been lazy about in private and made up your mind to always maintain the saintess’s mindset!
To be honest, it didn’t make sense until now.
What kind of saint in the world would play games for 14 hours on a holiday and get 12 reports of malicious internet commenters?
Because of that, she even ate a meal with the boss of the damn portal site she didn’t want.
‘That son of a bitch really…’
Why is it that the saintess’s account is suspended?
She naturally tried to schedule her golf appointment, so she spurred on and the memory of her waking up came flooding back.
She said that she did it. She just wants to suck her bone marrow. That black heart.
‘Then I don’t have to go through that experience again?’
When Percus was running with so much anticipation until the happiness circuit burned out.
The saintess opened her mouth.
“You’ve been wondering why I’ve been feeling low lately, right? And today… I couldn’t manage my expression.”
“Yes… I did.”
He’s wearing a veil, so I don’t know his original expression. I just took a picture of it.
Sometimes it helps not to be honest about everything.
Perkus silently nodded her head and waited for the saintess’ next words.
“I do a little bit of internet work… I don’t see the person I manage these days… There were two of them, but I can comment perfectly only when the two exchange information… I don’t even post… I worry a lot about what to do if I realize my situation and change positively. What do you think?”
“…I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything.”
“It’s too much.”
The saintess lowered her head as if depressed, but Percus let out a long sigh and looked up at her ceiling.
She said that if she had a lover of hers sooner, she would have less time like this and her stress would be less.
No matter how you think about it, the biggest factor in the cause of her self-hair loss was obviously her saintess.
On the other hand, it continues to have a pleasant dining atmosphere.
She said she was a saint and she ‘she doesn’t post at all’ who is not fat at present.
“Why…? Why? How are you alive?”
I was in a state of great panic.
To the point where I couldn’t pay attention to Kim Min-soo.
To the extent that I forgot all about the development with the sweet and sweet saintess that I had in mind in the future.
He was confused now.
There has never been a case of a dead person being resurrected, so why?
‘Are you saying you didn’t die then from the beginning? Does that make sense?’
Did the change that occurred as much as Baek Tae-yang took away Kim Min-soo’s position saved the original author?
Numerous hypotheses popped into my head, but nothing worth mentioning came to mind.
What is certain is that if things go on like this, there is a possibility that everything will get tangled up.
As the ending of this novel is ‘Minsu Harem’, it is absolutely forbidden to be careless.
“I’m going to go see Minsu again.”
Even though the first meeting went back to failure, now I really had no choice but to meet.
Will the main character or heroine be taken away from here? I didn’t even want to imagine it.
“I’m going, Minsu.”
The pure love journal writer has no choice but to step in to save him.
He muttered and went outside.
It was the first outing in a week.
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“Ah… Ah…”
“Taeyang…Huh…Ah…Me too…Can’t I give it to you quickly too?”
Harem was so easy.
Why did I think of something so easy as a shackle and tried to approach it heavily?
A lot of conversations and efforts to make each other understand?
It wasn’t that important in the first place.
The problem was trying to approach everything too ‘realistic’, forgetting that this was a worldview involving An Fatty.
Possessing a character in a novel and doing an NTL quest itself isn’t realistic.
The harem was delayed due to being overly concerned about women’s issues.
‘I just had to hit it.’
Yoo-min has a strong possessive desire and Su-jin has a strong obsession, so they coordinate well and say what to do with each other.
It was all meaningless bullshit and a waste of time.
“Ahh… Hah… I… Don’t… Inside… Wrap me up… Huh… Huh…!”
With her hands on her desk and her ass pulled back, Yumin was being fucked like a dog by me.
Her hands, which were trying to feed her, go nowhere and hold her desk tightly as if scratching it, supporting her body.
She stiffens her legs, but each time her cock gets lodged in her fuck hole, she bends her knees a little.
She munches the shaft of her fucking cunt and works hard to extract the cum as if instead of a meal.
“Taeyang… Here too, huh? Hurry… Hurry up…”
“Wait a minute, sister. I’m doing it right now, so bear with it.”
“Uhhhhh”
Soo-jin teased Yu-min and me while watching her have sex.
Her panties were draped between her legs, and she climbed up on the desk, diligently inserting her fingers into her pussy.
In the middle, after I told him to think of it as my cock, his hands got stronger.
“Taeyang…Black…Aha…I…I…Cheap…Hehe…First…God…Udu…”
“It can be cheap.”
Match!
As Yumin lowered her butt with the palm of her hand, she could see her cum spilling on her floor in her eyes.
‘Maybe I can increase the number of heroines in the future.’
She smiled heartily as she recalled what had just happened.
Lessgo 😈