I Became the Academy’s Heroine Stalker – Chapter 8

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“So, this isn’t the first time?”

“A total of six times in 1,000 years. In other words, you are my sixth summoner.”

“Tsk.”

“…M-Master is my sixth summoner.”

Even she, who had lived for an eternity of 1,000 years, couldn’t withstand an hour of discipline and was beginning to internalize proper etiquette.

It seemed the previous summoners must have panted like spineless dogs around Bersha. Well, she did possess the unique charm of a succubus, but a summon should be in a position to serve the summoner wholeheartedly.

However, if a summon dared to forget that and instead desired to be served, education was necessary to remind them of their place.

And where could you find such an obedient Succubus Queen?

Anyway, to summarize Bersha’s explanation, the world she inhabited was a world of summons, and the planet was called ‘Drugopia.’

For some reason, the interpretation of a drug paradise seemed to suit Drugopia quite well.

Various races of summons lived there, and she was the queen of the succubi.

“And to return home, the summoner has to either release you, you fulfill your destined duty, or, if all else fails, the summoner dies. Is that right?”

“That is correct. Frail humans barely live for 100 years.”

“Tsk.”

“O-of course, not you Master.”

I was still frail.

But I had to maintain a strong front in front of a summon. That sly Bersha would surely try to climb on top of my head if she saw a weakness.

“Hmm, usually, when making a contract with a succubus, there are conditions, like offering one’s virginity, right?”

“Pfft.”

“…Did you just laugh?”

“No, no! I couldn’t help but laugh because it sounded so outdated!”

I thought about punishing Bersha for raising her voice, but pushing her too hard from the start might cause her to bite the hand that feeds her.

Like a cornered rat biting a cat.

So, I waited, and Bersha continued, rambling.

“Well, it used to be like that in the old days. We used to replenish our energy through… extraction. But we also evolved, and thanks to the food, culture, and technology brought back to Drugopia by returning summons, such barbaric customs have long since disappeared.”

“Oh… really?”

Impressed by the intriguing world-building, I listened attentively to her story.

Hidden Piece Academy.

The first setting book hinted at a somewhat vast world, but to think they had twisted the existing, conventional settings to create a more advanced world…

‘No wonder it’s a mega-hit.’

Perhaps pleased that I was interested, Bersha continued.

“Of course, extraction contracts are still made in dreams, for the purpose of reproduction. Other than that, our lives aren’t that different from yours, I mean… Master’s.”

“Is there a specific mating season?”

“It occurs once every 100 years.”

“When is the mating season?”

“…Hmm. Just a moment.”

Bersha rolled her heart-shaped pupils and counted on her fingers.

After a moment, seemingly finished with her calculations, she snapped her fingers and told me.

“Ah, this year marks the 99th year!”

“…So, there’s one year left?”

“Uh, um… y-yes.”

A chilling silence suddenly fell.

In that silence, I gulped.

So… um…

Would she extract from me in my sleep and impregnate me with a hybrid child?

Wouldn’t the virgin Han Tae-jin want his first time to be with someone he loved?

I tried to think of a command to prevent such an unforeseen situation, but nothing appropriate came to mind.

In the end, a somewhat clumsy command came out.

“Bersha.”

“Yes?”

“No physical contact within 1 cm.”

“…W-well, I wasn’t planning on it anyway!”

*Snap!*

Under the tranquil evening sky, Succubus Queen Bersha’s shout marked the beginning of the night.

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Bersha, who had been summoned to Earth for the sixth time, already knew her duties as a ‘summon’ without needing a lecture on basic conduct in the human world.

Contrary to the added settings in the setting book, Bersha’s basic framework was well-established.

These were the three main rules, and while there were other minor guidelines, as long as these three were followed, there seemed to be no problem.

Hidden pieces were ultimately devices set up for the protagonist.

Presumably, the previous five summoners were also fictional protagonists from the author’s previous works.

Therefore, the hidden piece of a summon was a subsequent setting that even the protagonist of the current work didn’t possess.

S-rank equipment or skills would have been ideal, but I had to be content with what I had and be cautious.

Anyway, thanks to Bersha, my stats had permanently increased by 5, and there must be a reason why she was set as R-rank.

She was a summon pulled with a probability of 0.00001%, a miracle among miracles.

There was no way such an absurdly low probability was set without a reason.

“Go! Succubus!”

“Damn it!”

Well, it probably wasn’t for exterminating cockroaches.

“Go! Succubus!”

“Damn you!”

Nor was it for dishwashing.

“Go! Succubus!”

“Shit! Agh!”

Cleaning the bathroom wasn’t the reason either.

“Go! Succubus!”

“Turn off the lights yourself!”

Turning off the lights before bed wasn’t it either.

Hmm, but this was incredibly convenient.

It felt like having an R-rank maid. With a single skill activation, she would be summoned to me and carry out my orders, no matter where she was. How could I not use it?

Not using this convenient skill would be a dereliction of duty.

Of course, I didn’t forget to reward her generously after her service. A delicate balance of the carrot and stick was necessary to maintain a harmonious master-servant relationship.

—*Growl!*

A rumbling sound erupted from my stomach as if in protest.

Bersha, who had been sulking with a frown, blushed at the sound.

“Are you hungry?”

“…Even familiars aren’t starved like this!”

Bersha snapped, embarrassed by the sound of her growling stomach.

A familiar, by the way, referred to the incubi controlled by succubi. I took out my phone and opened a food delivery app.

“You said you liked human food, right? What do you want?”

“…!”

Bersha’s arrow-tipped tail perked up and started swaying.

Her body reacted before she could control herself.

I chuckled at the cute sight and browsed the app, selecting something suitable.

“Do you eat hamburgers?”

“Hamburgers are good.”

“Really?”

Bersha’s tail wagged faster.

Did she like hamburgers that much?

I heard she ate them often back home.

“Hmm… let’s see…”

I scrolled through the nearby restaurants and stopped at one.

It was my favorite hamburger place, the one I had ordered from the day before I was reincarnated.

“Shall I order from here?”

I asked, showing her the phone screen.

At that moment, Bersha’s wagging tail stopped abruptly and drooped dejectedly.

Then she glared at me with contempt.

“…Why?”

“Master… eats… Lotteria…?”

“Well, it’s delicious?”

“…No taste.”

“What?”

“Ah, n-nothing! Just talking to myself. I want McDonald’s! Bacon Tomato Regular!”

She definitely just muttered something insulting… but she had worked hard today, so I decided to let it slide. I was a generous master.

However, since they didn’t deliver single servings…

“Lotteria it is.”

Immediately after, a scream erupted from the living room.

“Noooo—!”

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*Thud thud thud.*

*Rustle.*

In the late afternoon, with the sun still shining brightly, a woman stealthily followed someone, concealing her presence.

‘Something’s definitely going on.’

She wore the same uniform as the person she was following.

The only difference was that she was wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a mask.

Anyone would find her suspicious, but she was tailing her target quite skillfully.

She made good use of the ‘Lynch’ skill inherent to her class, quickly traversing short distances.

‘I’ve been watching him all day, but he hasn’t shown any interest in other female students.’

*Whoosh!*

Her movements were like a ninja’s.

Using short bursts of Lynch, the woman following the man finally arrived at his house.

‘What the…’

She was taken aback.

Knowing his frail appearance and orphaned status, she was surprised to see him enter a rather grand, luxurious house.

Of course, it wasn’t comparable to her own home, but the gap between his usual image and this house was significant.

“What’s going on… Han Tae-jin.”

Han-Na muttered, taking off her sunglasses in front of the gate.

She had been watching him since morning classes.

Even during lunch.

But he hadn’t even glanced at other female students, and after school, he came straight home without stopping anywhere.

Han Tae-jin, who had followed her every day for two years, Han Tae-jin, who would cling to her after school after just changing his clothes…

Now he didn’t even spare her a glance and went straight into his house.

A strange anger welled up inside her.

Why?

After stalking her for two years, why now?

‘Am I… not worth watching anymore?’

That couldn’t be it. Objectively, her beauty was at its peak every day.

Or could it be…

Because her relationship with Choi Do-han had been progressing lately?

‘Ugh… what is going on?’

She was dying of curiosity.

It was just a loss of a common stalker, but for some reason, she felt a deep sense of loss.

It was so profound that it felt like a pang in her side.

To exaggerate further, it felt like a ‘fan’ who she thought would be there forever had turned their back on her.

A sense of emptiness.

She reflected on whether she had done anything wrong, but she couldn’t think of anything.

Why did he stop stalking her?

What kind of change had come over him?

The shot he fired during the afternoon class was especially etched in her memory.

The sight of Han Tae-jin, who seemed so frail he could collapse at any moment, damaging Professor Choi Seok-min’s magic guard was shocking.

That must be why she was so intrigued.

Moreover, he looked incredibly cool at that moment, so much so that she wondered if it was really Han Tae-jin.

‘This is annoying… why am I even doing this?’

A sudden wave of frustration washed over her, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave.

Someone must have influenced him.

Han Tae-jin wasn’t smart enough to have an epiphany on his own.

‘Who is it…’

Han-Na hid among the bushes and observed the house.

Resentment and anger filled her eyes.

Han Tae-jin had been a good fertilizer for her self-esteem.

That’s why she couldn’t shake the feeling of having been ‘robbed,’ even though she never actually possessed him in the first place.

Han-Na kept watch for a long time, until the sun began to set.

She couldn’t understand why she was acting like this, but a twisted desire to reclaim what she had lost began to take root in her heart.

Then, she took out her special binoculars, and something caught her eye.

‘Got it.’

Two clusters of magic power.

One was definitely Han Tae-jin’s, and the other, detected inside the house, was much stronger than his.

Could it be one of the female students?

Such a high concentration of magic power was rare among the graduating class.

It could be herself, Yoo Su-ah, or Baek Mi-jin, all considered promising cadets.

Perhaps Baek Seok-hwa or Choi Seo-yun, who had similar levels of magic power.

Or it could be a graduate, but it was more likely to be one of her classmates.

‘Just you wait.’

Han-Na decided to retreat and plan for the future. This was enough for now.

If it was simply a change of heart, her pride wouldn’t allow it, but if someone had seduced Han Tae-jin, she could somehow offset it.

She had lived a life of receiving, a life where she got everything she wanted.

She had never felt a sense of emptiness in her glamorous life, but ironically, the absence of a stalker was creating that emptiness.

*Thud thud thud.*

Han-Na walked further away from Tae-jin’s house.

But the image of Tae-jin drawing his bow and creating a wave of magic power kept replaying in her mind.

And he looked quite ‘cool’ doing it.

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