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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Despite her bold words, Han Min-ha trembled like a leaf and avoided Song Do-yoon’s gaze.
There was a reason for her uncharacteristic outburst.
It was all part of Professor Kyo’s plan.
Provoke Song Do-yoon before the match, rattle her composure.
If a lowly nobody like Han Min-ha suddenly bared her teeth and attacked, it would throw Song Do-yoon off balance.
Confusion would lead to anger, and anger would lead to mistakes.
Even if Han Min-ha’s Aura was stronger, Song Do-yoon was superior in its control.
Han Min-ha needed to force her into making mistakes to even the playing field.
She had to win this match.
Victory meant crushing Song Do-yoon completely, leaving her unable to ever raise her head again.
But if she lost, it was Han Min-ha who would be unable to recover.
Even getting this far, even uttering the word “lesbian,” had been a struggle for Han Min-ha.
If she lost now, her morale would be shattered, and it would be over.
So, Han Min-ha had to win, and to do that, she had to keep attacking Song Do-yoon’s mental state.
“You think saying that… will get you anywhere with Hee-won…?”
“Hey.”
“It won’t work… Hee-won… l-l-l… l… likes… girls with… big… breasts…”
Han Min-ha forced the words out, her body trembling.
“Not a flat olive on a cutting board like you…!”
Song Do-yoon instinctively glanced down at her own chest.
Unlike Han Min-ha’s ample bosom, which was prominent even under her training suit, hers was…
“Can you feel… the difference… in power?”
Song Do-yoon, trying to maintain her composure, responded coldly.
“You’ll feel the difference in power when you’re kneeling at my feet outside.”
“Even if I lose to you… nothing will change.”
Han Min-ha forced herself to meet Song Do-yoon’s eyes.
“Did you know…?”
Song Do-yoon just stared coldly at her, without answering.
Han Min-ha mustered all her courage and delivered the final blow.
“Hee-won’s pubic hair is black.”
Song Do-yoon’s eyes wavered.
She stared at Han Min-ha, speechless, then finally managed to speak.
“Don’t play games with me.”
“If you don’t believe me… want to see the pictures I took on my phone?”
Sparks of Aura erupted from Song Do-yoon’s eyes.
“Wet and slimy, clinging to her crotch like seaweed, smelling sour…”
Song Do-yoon grabbed Han Min-ha by the collar.
“Shut up! Shut the hell up!”
She shook Han Min-ha violently, as if about to rip her head off.
As she swayed, Han Min-ha thought,
‘It worked.’
Professor Kyo’s plan had worked perfectly.
‘It’s unethical, but imply that you had an intimate relationship with student Hee-won. That should make it difficult for student Do-yoon to maintain her composure.’
And Professor Kyo had added,
‘Of course, this must remain a secret from student Hee-won.’
Of course, Professor.
If Hee-won found out, neither of us would survive.
But how could he ask me to lie about having done that with my fellow student, the only other one he advises?
How could such a composed person say such embarrassing things so casually?
He’s a good person, but sometimes he’s scary.
Maybe it’s because of his Mental Barrier?
But…
Getting choked by the upper-class ace still hurts.
“Let go…”
“Hee-won would never… do that with a trashy bitch like you…! Don’t try to trick me! Ah, I get it. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? To make me lose my cool. Huh? Isn’t that right?”
Still held by the collar, Han Min-ha retorted defiantly.
“If that’s what you want to believe… cough… fine. It won’t change anything!”
Han Min-ha infused her Aura and shoved Song Do-yoon’s arm away.
Song Do-yoon released her grip, glared at Han Min-ha, and trembled.
‘Don’t bullshit me… Don’t bullshit me…’
‘Hee-won would never do it with a soggy seaweed like her…’
‘She even cheered me on today, told me not to lose…’
‘She said I’d be humiliated to death if I lost to a lower-class student… that she wouldn’t go easy on me just because they share the same advisor…!’
‘She told me to make an example out of Min-ha, so she’d never dare challenge an upper-class student again…!’
‘And she smiled at me!’
“Hee-won… smiled at me…”
“She does that when she’s nestled in my arms, sucking on my breasts like a baby.”
Each of Han Min-ha’s words hit Song Do-yoon like an Aura-infused fist, relentlessly pounding her mental state.
Hair, olive, sour, seaweed, phone camera, baby…
Song Do-yoon’s mind reeled from the barrage of attacks before the match had even begun.
Logically, she knew it was all lies.
But she couldn’t shake the image of Yoo Hee-won beneath Han Min-ha.
And at the same time, she felt a disgusting tingling between her thighs.
I have to… kill her…
I have to kill her to save Hee-won…
I have to kill her…
The serpent coiled within Song Do-yoon’s heart flicked its tongue and raised its head.
[Those called, please proceed to the arena immediately!]
As time dragged on, the announcer’s voice echoed from outside, urging them to hurry.
Song Do-yoon, her Aura flickering an ominous navy blue, turned and walked out.
As Song Do-yoon disappeared, Han Min-ha gasped for breath, leaning against the wall for support.
Her body was drenched in sweat from the tension, and her legs felt weak.
‘No. This is just the beginning.’
The real fight starts now.
This is my chance to get revenge on Song Do-yoon, to move up to the upper class.
I have to meet the professor’s and Hee-won’s expectations, to repay them.
And…
My mom and dad, who entrusted me to the professor…
I’ll become an S-Rank, just like they wanted…!
To do that, I have to win here…!
Han Min-ha pushed herself off the wall and followed Song Do-yoon into the arena.
‘How would I know if Hee-won’s hair down there is black or yellow?’
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Although slightly delayed, Han Min-ha and Song Do-yoon soon entered the arena.
Judging by Song Do-yoon’s fierce Aura and Han Min-ha’s slightly rumpled suit, it seemed Han Min-ha had successfully gotten under her skin.
I had been worried whether she could pull it off, but she had done well.
As expected, NTR was a universal trigger.
“Professor, look at Song Do-yoon’s Aura color. How can it be so dark?”
Professor Jin nudged my elbow.
“I’ve seen the Aura of all the freshmen this year, but I’ve never seen one this dark.”
“Aura color doesn’t necessarily reflect personality or ability, but hers is certainly very dark.”
Song Do-yoon’s navy blue Aura, flickering like a living thing, seemed almost ominous.
It felt… like looking at a fallen hero.
Han Min-ha and Song Do-yoon stood facing each other at opposite ends of the arena.
Han Min-ha adjusted her prescription goggles, which she was wearing instead of her glasses.
“Han Min-ha, fighting!!”
Teaching Assistant Bae Ye-bin, sitting in the front row, cheered, cupping her hands around her mouth.
Beside her, Kim Yi-bit-na, the upper-class management TA, sat with her arms crossed, looking at Han Min-ha with a haughty expression.
She clearly expected Song Do-yoon to win.
“This is a bit strange…?”
One of the headhunters sitting behind the evaluation panel tilted their head.
“Is this really a fair match? The skill gap seems too wide.”
“I agree. She probably challenged her to try and move up to the upper class.”
“Even so…”
Professor Yoo Hyun-joo took the microphone and explained the rules of the match one more time.
Then, the bell signaling the start of the match rang.
“Waaaaah!!”
The crowd, already hyped up from the previous matches, roared, and the broadcasting drones took to the air.
Han Min-ha flinched at the overwhelming reaction and looked around nervously.
Focus, Han Min-ha.
Think of this as your first and last chance. Fight like your life depends on it.
If you don’t move up to the upper class, this semester will be a complete waste.
Use Song Do-yoon as a stepping stone!
Han Min-ha, meeting my eyes, nodded firmly and began gathering her Aura.
Violet Aura, just like her father’s, danced around her, coalescing into a solid sphere.
“What’s she doing? Concentrating her Aura?”
“I don’t know. What’s her plan?”
The professors exchanged puzzled looks.
That was Han Min-ha’s strategy.
Gather and compress all her Aura, drastically increasing its density.
Song Do-yoon’s telekinesis was Aura-based, and such abilities could be countered with Aura.
Han Min-ha’s Aura was incredibly dense; Song Do-yoon wouldn’t be able to harm her with telekinesis alone.
She would have to resort to long-range attacks or close combat, giving Han Min-ha the advantage.
But what if Song Do-yoon’s ability wasn’t telekinesis?
There were still options.
Academy matches were brawls, and brawls always had room for tricks.
Han Min-ha had undergone my Secreto-style special training for the past few weeks.
Secreto’s methods were dirty.
Han Min-ha could win.
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As she gathered all her Aura, Han Min-ha felt her body grow heavier.
Her actual weight wasn’t increasing.
Aura existed partially outside the laws of physics.
But she could definitely feel the added weight of the Aura.
Song Do-yoon remained on the other side and her dark Aura flickered.
Even if Han Min-ha just charged forward, ignoring Song Do-yoon’s telekinesis, she had a decent chance of winning.
‘Let’s do this!’
Remembering her flight training, Han Min-ha propelled herself forward with her Aura.
Thanks to the weeks of training, she achieved flight with ease.
She shot towards Song Do-yoon, flying low to the ground.
Then, Song Do-yoon’s arm seemed to move, and Han Min-ha felt a disorienting sensation, as if the world had flipped upside down.
She tumbled across the ground before coming to a stop.
What…?!
It felt like she had been hit by something incredibly powerful, something invisible.
Han Min-ha tried to attack again.
But once more, she was flung through the air and crashed to the ground.
What… what kind of ability is this…?
If it was telekinesis, my Aura should have blocked it…?!
Song Do-yoon started approaching, a cruel and terrifying smile on her face.
“I’ll carve those tits you’re so proud of right off your chest.”
Her voice was chillingly cold and menacing.
Han Min-ha, struggling to get up, looked towards the evaluation panel.
Professor Kyo Soo-hyun was staring intently at her.
‘Professor…!’
‘What should I do…?’
Then, Han Min-ha noticed Professor Kyo making a strange hand gesture.
With an impassive expression, he tilted the blade of his hand sideways.
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As I watched Han Min-ha get thrown around, I thought,
So, Song Do-yoon’s ability isn’t telekinesis.
I mistook it for a similar ability.
But there’s still a way.
This might even impress the headhunters more than a brute-force Aura charge.
Of course… only if Han Min-ha understands my intention.
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[T/N: peak misunderstanding]
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