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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Karl had finally dragged himself out of a pointless, drawn-out party in the early afternoon when someone hurried after him. It was Alisa, the nerdy girl, in the same boat as him. Since she’d only witness more unpleasantness if she stayed, it was best to leave after showing a modicum of courtesy.
“I can’t stand clingy women.”
“Look who’s talking.”
Karl approached Alisa with a sly grin. He sensed, somehow, that she wanted something from him. If nothing else, he was exceptionally perceptive.
“What? Got something to say? Don’t tell me you want to suck my dick?”
Alisa almost choked on a laugh, thinking, Is this guy even capable of normal conversation? He was probably the only knight who could so casually talk about his dick to a woman.
“No, I don’t! Don’t treat me like some cheap woman.”
Karl’s smile widened at her response. She definitely wanted something. Otherwise, he would’ve been met with harsher words.
“Spit it out. I’ll grant my pretty girl’s wish.”
The nerdy girl seemed to hesitate for a long time. But since she was cornered, she couldn’t afford to be picky. This was her last chance to become a knight, so she had to give it her all, leaving no room for regrets.
“Um… what we did, you know.”
“Dick munching?”
“No, not that—! …The simulation.”
“Ah, that. Why didn’t you say so? I thought my pretty girl couldn’t forget the taste of my dick.”
Karl grinned, staring intently at Alisa. Uncomfortable under his gaze, she turned her head slightly.
“But why me? You hate me, don’t you? You have your precious guard squad friends.”
“…Don’t ask if you already know.”
“Bullied?”
He leaned in, teasing her, and she finally exploded.
“Yes, asshole! I’m being bullied! So what, huh?!”
Karl laughed aloud, and Alisa, conscious of the people around them, poked him repeatedly in the arm, telling him to stop laughing.
“Still, my pretty girl has, uh, good taste in men. I’m touched.”
“Stop calling me pretty! People will get the wrong idea—!”
“It’s an honor to be associated with a handsome guy like me.”
“…Please, just don’t make my life more difficult. I’m begging you.”
Alisa couldn’t keep up with Karl’s intensely vulgar energy.
“Alright, alright. …Anyway, you want to do that simulation we did before?”
“Yes.”
Despite his shitty personality, his skills were undeniable. And she couldn’t forget the thrilling sensation of using the physical enhancement device.
“You want to beat… those guys?”
Karl asked, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his head cocked slightly to the side. In contrast to his casual posture, Alisa stood straight, looking directly at him.
Although he vaguely referred to “those guys,” she understood he meant the knights in the guard squad. A surge of emotion welled up in her chest.
She never expected preferential treatment. But that didn’t stop the burning resentment and competitive spirit.
She wanted to overcome this crisis and become a full-fledged knight. She wanted to prove it to everyone. …If that happened, she could endure any hardship or trial.
“…Yes.”
Karl’s expression turned serious.
“I’ve got bad news and really fucking bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
Alisa glared at him, knowing neither option would be pleasant.
Still, it was better to get the worst over with first. Maybe hearing the really bad news would give her some immunity to the merely bad news.
“The really bad news.”
“Honestly, you’re unlikely to become a knight.”
It was a painful blow. But she endured it, resolute and composed. She’d heard such words countless times throughout her life.
“Then, what’s the bad news?”
“You’ll have to train your ass off. Less sleep, less fun while others are enjoying themselves.”
“I’m ready for that. I don’t plan on having any fun anyway.”
“Frankly, it’ll still be tough for you. You lack talent. Do you think it’s easy to become a knight solely through effort? This might be a shitty knight order, but it’s still a knight order.”
“Then I’ll be the exception. I can do it. I’m confident. …I’ll do whatever you tell me. So, please, help me.”
Ironically, Karl was the only one Alisa could rely on. Strangely, despite him being an asshole, his presence was reassuring. If he helped her, she felt like she could actually become a knight.
“Tch, calling me an asshole one minute…”
“You should’ve known better—!”
“Wow, it’s still my fault?”
Alisa knew she had no choice but to appease this asshole.
“Fine, I’m sorry. Happy?”
“Heh heh.”
“Don’t laugh like that.”
“Wow, now you’re controlling my laughter? This girl shouldn’t become a knight. She’ll make her subordinates’ lives hell. For the sake of future subordinates, I must make this sacrifice.”
“You son of a bitc…. Fine… I don’t care how you laugh. Happy now?”
Hee hee.
Karl smirked and jerked his head, signaling her to follow. Alisa fell into step beside him.
“You have the machine to access the room, right?”
“Yeah. But I haven’t used it yet.”
“So you’re creating a character for the first time?”
“…Character? There’s such a thing?”
Since the simulation device was so expensive, she’d only ever used it at the training center. Fortunately, every room in the lodging here had one installed.
“Good. Go create an account now and send me your ID.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll push you harder than the training center. That’s alright?”
“I’m prepared.”
“Good… I don’t want to see one of my training center buddies struggling. Especially after she sucked my dick… Ah, alright. I won’t talk about it. Retracted. Retracted.”
Alisa recoiled in horror at the mention of the dick sucking, slapping his arm repeatedly. What if someone heard?
He chuckled and darted away before she could catch him.
“Asshole.”
Although she didn’t regret sucking his dick, her heart still skipped a beat every time he brought it up. It would be a disaster if someone overheard.
Still, she felt much lighter than before. His agreement to help was a relief. She had been worried he’d ask for another blowjob.
She’d actually been prepared for that. Having done it once, what was another time? She knew how expensive private training from a skilled person was. She’d drained her father’s resources for it in the past.
She was grateful that he offered to help without asking for anything in return. He could be incredibly annoying and say mean things sometimes… but he didn’t seem like a bad person at heart.
Right… I’ll pay him back when I become a knight!
As soon as Alisa returned to her room, she threw off her stuffy uniform. After gulping down a glass of cool water, she clumsily fiddled with the device installed in the living room. …She was confident in most things, but operating machines always intimidated her.
Damn it, why is this so complicated?
She struggled with the manual for a while before finally managing to connect. The training center had shared accounts, allowing direct access, but this required creating a new one. That took another eternity.
After finally creating an account, she messaged him.
[Did you make the machine, you bitch? How long did that take?]
He then sent her a package.
[Apply this package when creating your character.]
Clueless about technology, she obediently followed his instructions. After a full-body scan to create her character, she applied the package he sent. From there, it was similar to what she’d done at the training center, and she easily accessed the room he created.
It was a virtual training ground, similar to the one they used before. But his appearance… Well, it was very strange.
“Hey, what’s with your look?”
“Oh, this? It’s virtual reality, so my normal look is boring. Gotta spice things up.”
He had tanned, bronze skin, blond hair, multiple piercings in his ears, and was clad in only short shorts that prominently displayed his bulge.
He looked like a clueless thug from some rundown slum. …But his ridiculously handsome face somehow made it look fashionable. Perhaps this was the origin of the saying, “The face completes the fashion.”
“Wow, it suits you too. Your tits are surprisingly perky. Shame to cover them up.”
“…What?”
Alisa, who hadn’t paid any attention to her own appearance until now, glanced down at herself.
Oh my god, what is this—!
Her stylish training suit from the center was gone, replaced by a tiny bikini that barely covered anything. Top and bottom—!
“Hey, you should trim your pubes. They’re sticking out. More bush than I expected.”
“You, you, you asshole—!!!”
Mortified, Alisa screamed, swinging her practice sword wildly, intent on killing Karl so he wouldn’t see her humiliating state.
She activated the physical enhancement device at full power. Heat surged through her body, followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure—! It was so intense that she momentarily forgot her embarrassment.
“Die, you bastard—!!”
She wanted to kill him, right then and there. But she’d never managed to beat him at the training center, so what chance did she have now?
As expected, Alisa was repeatedly toyed with and killed by Karl. After dying more than ten times, she silently disconnected.
“Asshole, bastard…!”
Unable to figure out how to change her character’s clothes, the technologically inept Alisa completely logged out. Gnashing her teeth, she stormed into the bathroom.
She couldn’t keep showing him her pubes sticking out.
Asshole…! Scratch that about him not being a bad person. He’s a complete bastard—!
She stripped off her lower garments, propped one foot on the sink, and lathered up with soap before starting to shave with a razor.
Soon, her pubic mound was a smooth, bald mountain.
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