Chapter 23

From that moment on, the stack had already been building up.

Not only did the pure-hearted otaku betray me, but now this crazy world is forcing me into this situation?

Damn author.

Even if it’s a sin to beat you to death, I’ll do it until you die.

It’s said that when a fan turns into an anti-fan, they become the scariest, and the one who turned me into a crazy, cool, and monstrous character is him.

“Hmph. Fine. I’ll teach you.”

Olivia’s voice rings out.

She still has her arms crossed, looking annoyed.

“Sit down. And...”

I sit down as she instructed.

A moment of silence passes.

“And?”

Unable to hold back, I ask.

Then, a small voice comes from behind me.

“P-Please take off your shirt...”

The moment I hear Olivia’s words, the setting flashes through my mind like lightning.

In this world, the core of a skill is the magic circulation method.

It’s like the secret incantations in martial arts novels.

And the easiest way to teach the magic circulation method is to infuse magic into someone else’s body and guide the circulation route directly.

The setting states that the most effective way to guide the circulation route is by touching bare skin with bare palms.

‘This is just a convenient setting to insert a lucky ecchi scene, isn’t it?’

In the original work, the protagonist uses the excuse of teaching skills to touch the heroines’ bodies, claiming it’s unavoidable, while the heroines, blushing, are topless in their bras, a setting designed to include black-and-white illustrations in the book.

This is what’s known as a service scene.

The problem is that this service scene is about to become reality.

‘Damn.’

I have to take off my shirt in front of Olivia.

‘What a messed-up world. Every day, landmines pop up one after another.’

A world like the DMZ, where landmines keep appearing.

“Why aren’t you taking it off? I’ve made up my mind to teach you, like Momo... I’m embarrassed too!”

Olivia shouts.

I sigh.

“Just take it off.”

There’s no choice.

All for the sake of the White Flame Sword Technique.

I take off my shirt.

The indoor air feels unusually cold on my bare skin.

“...”

Even after a while, there’s no reaction.

What’s wrong with her?

“What are you doing? Aren’t you starting?”

I urge Olivia.

“Y-Yes, I’ll start...”

Finally, her voice is heard.

A warm sensation touches my back.

*

Swish.

Kim Deok-sung takes off his shirt one by one.

Under the bright lights, his well-built, muscular back is revealed.

The intricately sculpted back muscles look like a statue.

Seeing this, Olivia’s face turns red.

“Ugh...”

A groan escapes her lips.

The day they went to the ruins flashes through Olivia’s mind.

His well-built, muscular naked body coming out of the baptismal font...

‘Really... I don’t want to admit it, but his body is extraordinary...’

Olivia’s face turns bright red as she thinks this.

She covers her reddened cheeks with both hands.

‘W-What kind of outrageous thoughts am I having...!!!’

She shakes her head vigorously.

As a princess of France, this is unacceptable.

No matter how impressive his body is.

Even if she has to touch his bare skin to teach the skill.

‘I’m really going crazy. I haven’t even married, and I’m touching the back of a man I’m not married to...!!’

Olivia’s face turns red all the way to her ears.

She has never touched a man’s naked body before.

Even if it’s for the sake of teaching the skill, touching each other’s bare skin is too much for a princess of France, who was raised in the inner palace.

‘Ugh...’

While Olivia hesitates,

“What are you doing? Aren’t you starting?”

Kim Deok-sung’s indifferent voice pierces her ears.

Olivia’s face turns red.

‘Y-Yes, this is just a deal. A deal! An exchange of the White Flame Sword Technique and the Black Light Sword Technique!’

She closes her eyes tightly, rationalizing to herself.

“Y-Yes, I’ll start...”

Stammering, Olivia places her hands on Kim Deok-sung’s back.

*

Unlike the time she dragged it out, the transmission of the magic circulation method was surprisingly quick.

The problem was the movements of the sword techniques, the forms in martial arts novels.

Kim Deok-sung’s body isn’t a dunce, but it’s far from a genius.

The sword skill requires not only the magic circulation method but also the corresponding movements, which were difficult for Kim Deok-sung to memorize.

“With this, we’re done for today. At this pace, how long will it take you to teach me the Black Light Sword Technique?”

Olivia grumbles.

This time, I have no excuse.

Ah, I want to check my status window.

In web novels, sword skills are registered automatically after a few swings.

Without even a status window, I have to go through this physical training.

What a messed-up light novel world.

I want to level up too.

Sighing, I say to Olivia,

“Black Light Sword Technique? If you want, I can teach you tomorrow.”

“T-Tomorrow?”

Olivia’s face turns red.

She’s probably thinking about the skill transmission process where we touched each other’s bare skin.

“Ugh. Bringing up such a topic in front of a lady, pervert! Shameless! Sea cucumber! Sea squirt! Squid!”

The familiar insults of sea cucumber, sea squirt, and squid ring in my ears.

“Don’t want to? If you don’t, that’s fine.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to! Hmph.”

She crosses her arms and turns her head away.

“...When you become proficient in the White Flame Sword Technique, I’ll teach you then. I’m a merciful princess of France! Consider it an honor!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I respond half-heartedly and put on my backpack.

I feel sticky from the sword training.

I need to go to the dorm and take a shower.

“Don’t forget to train with me after school every day!”

“Got it, I’m leaving.”

“Do as you please! Hmph.”

She even gives me a final snarky remark.

Shaking my head, I leave the practice room.

I buy a cola from the vending machine at the entrance of the practice building.

The carbonation goes down my throat.

This is the taste.

Sports drinks are not my thing.

“Ugh.”

Crushing the empty cola can and throwing it into the trash can, I hear a very familiar cliché line from the back courtyard of the practice building.

“Finally found you, Kurosawa. This F-rank trash. You were here? Ishihara-sama has been looking for you.”

Yoo Jin.

The protagonist’s event.

Hey, what’s up?

Ishihara? It seems Ishihara Daiki is picking a fight with the protagonist.

Originally, at this point, the delinquent who picks a fight with the protagonist is Kim Deok-sung.

Ishihara’s timing to appear is not now.

‘The sparring class I agreed to with Shinozaki was the duel between Kim Deok-sung and the protagonist in the original work.’

But with me possessing Kim Deok-sung’s body and the protagonist’s first opponent changing from Olivia to Shinozaki Rin, the future has changed.

Ishihara Daiki.

This character, the son of the Ishihara Group, the largest conglomerate in Japan, believes that the only woman who matches him is Shinozaki Rin, the daughter of the highest noble family in Japan.

Thanks to this, the Ishihara Group officially proposed marriage to the Shinozaki family, but was rejected with the statement, “We don’t need a marriage with a nouveau riche.”

After the marriage proposal was rejected, Ishihara’s obsession grew even stronger, and in the second volume, when trouble arose between the protagonist and Shinozaki, he finally decided to pick a fight with the protagonist to impress Shinozaki.

‘Anyway, they’re such childish guys.’

I click my tongue.

What’s so good about Shinozaki Rin?

If Olivia is just coffee, Shinozaki Rin is top-tier.

Just thinking about the scene where he picked a fight with me today makes me feel suffocated and my teeth grind.

Why do I have to go through such trials every day?

You’re just a delinquent. I won’t tolerate it.

Clank.

I take a 100-yen coin from my coin purse and buy another can of cola from the vending machine.

‘So, what should I do?’

Should I intervene or not?

There’s no need to worry about the protagonist.

That guy is stronger than me.

But I have a mission to take the protagonist to the cherry blossom festival.

That way, he can deal with the guy who’s either a Buddha or a demon, right?

Of course, the protagonist is a pushover, so he’ll follow if I ask him to, but there’s a possibility.

‘It’s better to intervene and owe him a favor here.’

Damn.

I sigh even though I’ve made up my mind.

If it’s the same price, it’s better to be a red skirt.

In light novels and web novels, the rule is to save a cute girl from delinquents in such situations.

Why do I have to save a dark, unlucky, and manipulative guy