“Oh!”
Aris covers her mouth.
“It’s okay. No one is here.”
“······Mr. Kim Deok-Sung. You are······really a dangerous person.”
Aris fans her flushed cheeks as she continues.
“Luckily, I ordered Amano to keep quiet and for the chairman to dispose of all the photo data and film, but······. We must make sure this doesn’t happen again. Do you understand?”
Since both Aris and the chairman directly told Amano to stay quiet, she will take this secret to her grave.
The powerful student council and chairman’s influence really come in handy at times like this.
Indeed, connections are everything.
“Understood.”
I’m relieved things turned out fine.
Snip, tear.
Aris rips the photos to shreds and burns them with a lighter.
Whoosh.
The photos disappear in a cloud of ashes in the trash can.
As I watch this, I hear Aris’s voice in my ear.
“Mr. Kim Deok-Sung.”
I turn my gaze.
Her face turns red as I meet her eyes.
Aris lowers her head, rubbing the desk with her fingers as she speaks.
“From now on, you can call me Saionji-senpai instead of president… If you’d like. No, you must! It’s an order as your student council president.”
What’s she on about?
It was nothing significant.
“Understood. Saionji-senpai.”
I flinch.
Aris’s body trembles at the title.
She stands up.
“Good. Follow me. We will begin your personal training now.”
Hearing Aris’s words, I mentally prepare myself.
Training, huh.
Finally, the moment has come.
For the sake of that harem of hers (illustration included).
Shuo Hero Academy. Training Building.
A practice room exclusive for the student council president.
This practice room is much larger than the special training rooms given only to top students, akin to a small arena.
The cold floor and I were currently kissing.
“Ugh······.”
My strength is draining away.
There isn’t a single part of me that doesn’t ache.
Every muscle in my body is screaming in pain.
“Guh······.”
My mana has long since run out.
Now, I don’t even have the strength to wiggle a finger.
‘Damn it······.’
I expected it would be tough, but I didn’t think it would be this hard.
The content of the personal training with Aris was nothing special.
We fought while sealing abilities related to combat, relying solely on pure technique and mana.
Naturally, without synchronization, my skills were embarrassingly inferior to Aris’s, so the training ended up being me getting beaten up unilaterally.
‘I’m dying of exhaustion······.’
I recall the original story.
The training method was something Aris used for Yuji’s power-up in the original work.
Honestly, when I read it in the original novel, it felt like a scene just to stretch out the page count, and no matter how much the protagonist was described as suffering in writing, it didn’t really hit me until I experienced it myself, and now I’m dying from it.
I’m dying.
I can’t catch my breath.
My heart is pounding like it’s going to burst.
‘Am I really going to have to do this every single day?’
I’m feeling dizzy.
I know I have to do it, but I already don’t want to.
How the heck did the original protagonist manage to do this every day?
Not to mention, Aris looks like a monster all of a sudden.
According to the original setting, Aris is a character who routinely handles training amounts that surpass what I’m doing now.
[Partner. Can you stop complaining for a bit? Even I can see that you need a lot of training right now. The sparring instruction from that girl, Aris, was quite appropriate. You can trust that it was a cold assessment from me, the Black Prince.]
The Black Prince’s voice echoes in my head.
He’s not someone to lie about this, so he must be right.
But it’s so hard.
[Originally, bitter medicine is good for the body. Hang in there, Partner.]
Just then, when the Black Prince’s words echoed in my head—
Tap.
I hear the sound of a spear cutting through the air near my ear.
Through my blurred vision, I see Aris crouching down, looking at me while holding a Japanese-style spear, the Otegine.
“I can’t believe you’ve collapsed like this. It’s not even half of my usual training. Seems like you’ve been slacking off in your training. Well, that’s fine. I’ll turn you, this rough diamond, into a splendid hero.”
Aris smiles lightly.
A true training addict.
Did I really make the right decision accepting personal instruction?
“Saionji-senpai… I can’t move…”
I’m not joking; I really can’t move.
Literally, the sky looks yellow.
Suddenly, I feel dizzy.
Come to think of it, in the original story, Yuji fainted during the first training with Aris too.
Now I remember.
So that means I will too…
“Ugh…”
My consciousness fades, and everything goes black.
*
Thud.
Kim Deok-Sung bows his head.
He has fainted after exhausting his body and magic to the limit.
It’s only natural to pass out after using up all his energy.
Steady breaths escape Kim Deok-Sung’s nose as he lies unconscious.
Aris looks at Kim Deok-Sung and says, “…I expected this.”
She pushed him to his limits during their first spar.
From the moment she decided on personal instruction with him, she had already determined this.
She has already laid out the manual for what to do after he collapses.
“Now I need to carry Kim Deok-Sung back to his accommodation…”
It’s part of her plan to take him back while he’s unconscious.
As Aris recalls this, she slings the Otegine over her shoulder and lifts the collapsed Kim Deok-Sung into her arms.
She can feel his warmth against her.
His dreamy, unconscious breathing reaches her ears.
Suddenly, Aris, aware of Kim Deok-Sung’s presence, feels her face flush.
“Ugh…”
She barely holds back a Kansai dialect exclamation that wants to slip out.
Thump.
Thump, thump.
Aris’s heart races.
Perhaps due to the sweat, the gym clothes stick to her, highlighting his firm muscles.
His scent brushes against her nose.
“Ugh…”
Aris bites her lip, letting out a weird sound.
Memories of that day flood her mind.
The memory of being held by Kim Deok-Sung as she slept in Kyoto.
Though the circumstances are reversed now, the sensation of their bodies pressed together is enough to bring back that memory.
I wish time would just stop.
I want to keep holding him like this.
I want to fall asleep in his embrace just like that…
Her fantasies spiral out of control.
Aris’s face turns deeper red.
“No! No such unwholesome… I swear, there’s not even a hint of it in my heart! There’s no selfish intention! It’s only my duty as a senpai!”
Aris shouts as if to defend herself.
Aris shouted as if she was justifying herself.
“Right.
Everything is my duty as a senior.
The fact that I decided to have personal lessons with him every day is, I swear, without any personal motives.
I’ve never been thrilled or had a racing heart at the thought of seeing him every day.
“As the student council president, who should set an example for the academy, I would never engage in such unhealthy conduct…”
When she saw the picture of Kim Deok-Sung and Eri, holding each other affectionately as they entered a love hotel, she was furious not because he was with another girl in an inappropriate situation, but because they were disrupting the academy’s moral standards as student council members.
No, it’s not that.
“That’s… inappropriate. After saying we’d pretend it never happened… to have such behavior with Nishizawa…”
Aris bit her lips after uttering that.
She shook her head vigorously, denying her own feelings once more.
“Ugh… I must hurry to see him…”
She shouldn’t continue holding him like this.
With her face flushed red like the evening sunset, Aris left the practice room.
*
At the same time.
In the Student Council Hall Small Auditorium.
Three girls were gathered in the place where Kamiya Makoto’s hearing had previously taken place.
Han Seo-Jin, Makoto, and Eri.
[Makopi’s Love Love Date Operation!]
A banner scrawled in crayon was hung on the auditorium wall, written in a haphazard manner.
Contrary to the light-hearted content of the banner, the atmosphere was heavy.
With a poker face, Han Seo-Jin’s cold voice sliced through the air.
“Then, let’s begin the meeting for the operation named ‘Makopi’s Love Love Date!'”
Gulp.
Makoto swallowed hard.
“The opinions of the person involved are crucial for the operation. Kamiya-san, is there a particular place you want to go on this date?”
Makoto’s eyes shook under Han Seo-Jin’s gaze.
“Uh, um… I don’t really know… I mean, I’ve never been on a date or outing before…”
Makoto scratched her head and gave an awkward laugh.
Her face flushed.
Since she had only received assassination training in one-on-one sessions since she was young, the concepts of dating and outings were still foreign to her.
“I’m just satisfied being with my master…”
“You can’t think like that, Makopi!”
Just as Makoto was about to finish her sentence, Eri cut in and slapped the table.
“Love is something you must seize for yourself! You can’t be passive! You have to be active and take the initiative to melt your master’s heart like Eri!”
With poise, Eri placed her hand over her heart and smiled triumphantly.
“Uuugh…”
Makoto let out a distressed sound.
“Even if you say that… I really can’t think of anything. I want to leave everything to Han Seo-Jin and Nishizawa… since Nishizawa is my ro, roommate…”
Makoto awkwardly laughed.
“Makopi…”
Eri’s eyes sparkled.
She suddenly hugged Makoto tightly.
“Eri! I’m so touched! You’re right. Makopi and Eri are always roommates and best friends!”
Eri rubbed her cheek against Makoto’s soft face.
“Eh?!”
Makoto let out a scream at the sudden skinship from Eri.
Before they knew it, the operation meeting had descended into chaos.
Han Seo-Jin, observing the scene with a blank expression, pressed a button on the remote in her hand.
Beep.
The lights of the small auditorium turned off, the screen descended, and the projector turned on.
A neat, modern presentation screen, prepared by Han Seo-Jin in advance, appeared.
“Based on big data analysis, the common date courses in Japan are as follows.”
“This is the perfect dating course.”
Click.
The screen changes, revealing a map of Tokyo.
Images of famous dating spots begin to pop up beneath it.
All of these photos were taken by Han Seo-Jin during her reconnaissance for the Harem Plan.
Tap.
Han Seo-Jin uses a pointer to highlight a few spots.
“We’ll first meet at the Shuo Hero Academy train station, have a meal, and then go to the cinema. After enjoying some dessert while exploring the Ikebukuro shopping district, we’ll finish off the day enjoying the night view from the Sunshine City observation deck.”
In the darkness, Han Seo-Jin’s gray eyes sparkle.
“Wow…”
Makoto gasps in awe.
With the professional and neat presentation, perfect reconnaissance, and finally the ideal dating course laid out, she looked like a total pro.
“Perfect date plan! Han Seo-Jin, you’re amazing… This is the calmness of a sophisticated adult woman!”
Snap.
Eri presses her hands together as if in prayer.
Han Seo-Jin embodies the successful career woman that Eri idolized—an alpha girl who outshines men.
Her orange eyes gleam with excitement.
“This concludes the explanation of the operation course. Any questions?”
Despite the commotion from the two, Han Seo-Jin calmly inquired without moving an eyebrow.
“I-I don’t have any…”
Just when Makoto timidly spoke up.
Flash.
Eri raises her hand.
“I have a question! Han Seo-Jin, do you date often? This plan is so perfect… Do you already have a boyfriend or something?”
“……No, I don’t.”
Han Seo-Jin responds curtly to Eri’s question.
“No?”
A question mark appears in Eri’s eyes.
“Yes. I don’t have a significant other. I’ve never even dated before. There just hasn’t been a man that meets my standards.”
In Korea, her status was an SSS-class Hunter.
Moreover, before Kim Deok-Sung’s emergence, she had held the title of Korea’s strongest Hunter, with a different name, appearance, and identity.
During her Hunter days, many men sought her out, boasting beauty, fame, wealth, and strength.
From third-generation chaebols to fellow SSS-class Hunters.
“All of them were just a bunch of fools.”
There was no reason for her to pay attention to men who barely made her list of acceptable suitors.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one being noticed.
Active heroes dispatched from Japan and the US for Korea’s gate defense also showed their interest in her.
“They were even more repulsive.”
But essentially, they saw Hunters as little more than hero’s foot wipes, treating Han Seo-Jin not as an equal but as a toy, tossing crude advances her way.
After experiencing such behavior repeatedly, it was only natural that she grew up without ever having even held a man’s hand, a complete singleton.
For her, the Hunter industry was a chaotic mess she wanted to escape from at any moment.
“But I couldn’t just quit being a Hunter.”
Her reputation as Korea’s strongest Hunter acted as a shackle.
She understood how precarious the country’s security would be without her.
Perhaps that’s why…
When Kim Deok-Sung appeared, she genuinely felt happy.
She thought a suitable candidate had finally emerged to take on the heavy burden she had been carrying until now.
“That’s why.”
When the National Intelligence Service offered her a special position as Kim Deok-Sung’s dedicated aide, she accepted the unreasonable proposal of identity erasure and transition to a black agent without hesitation.
That day…
Korea’s strongest Hunter met an untimely end, making way for the birth of the strongest black agent of the National Intelligence Service.
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