Chapter 67

Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter from his mother.

Nishizawa Eri placed her arms on the desk and shot a glare.

Makoto smiled.

"At Shuou Academy, there's a system where new transfer students are assigned a roommate as a mentor to take care of them for a month. So, Mayuzumi-sensei moved my seat next to Kim's. I heard Nishizawa-san's seat is over there?"

Makoto pointed to an empty seat.

Nishizawa Eri's gaze followed Makoto's finger.

There, Shinazaki Rin sat with her usual expressionless face.

'Next to the cow... ...'

Normally, she would have had a confrontation with Shinazaki Rin, but today she wasn't in the mood.

"I see... ..."

Nishizawa Eri dragged out her words while glaring at Makoto.

Makoto smiled.

The girls swooned at his princely smile.

'I feel so annoyed.'

Nishizawa Eri's brows furrowed.

"Kim. What are you going to eat for lunch today?"

Thud.

Makoto grabbed Kim Deok-sung's hand.

"Stop clinging to me. Do you want to die?"

Kim Deok-sung recoiled.

"So what? We're both guys."

Makoto smiled.

Nishizawa Eri's eyes scrutinized Makoto.

All the guys in the world have ulterior motives with her.

Except for one.

Her master.

Therefore, it's normal for Makoto to also have ulterior motives.

Even if he tried to hide them, it was easy for Nishizawa Eri, who is sensitive to others' emotions, to see through the hidden intentions of guys.

'But he didn't have any ulterior motives.'

Nishizawa Eri felt jealousy from Makoto, not ulterior motives.

It was similar to the feelings of the princess and the cow.

It was strange for a guy to feel jealous, and even stranger for him not to have ulterior motives with her, a galaxy-class beauty.

'Strange... ... I feel so uncomfortable... ...'

A countermeasure is needed.

Nishizawa Eri swallowed her words and headed to Rin's seat with her bag.

*

It's been two days since the transfer student arrived.

Lunchtime.

Shinazaki Rin held her heart, which was pounding, and clutched her bento box like a treasure.

'Today... ... Finally, I made a bento that can be eaten.'

Inside the bento box, a stack of onigiri filled with cod roe and tuna mayo was neatly arranged.

Though the appearance was a bit rough, it was the first edible dish Shinazaki Rin had ever made.

She had tasted it herself, and now was the time to let the one she admired know that she had diligently improved her feminine skills.

Thump, thump.

Rin's face turned red and her heart raced.

Rin placed her hand on her chest and said,

"Hehe. The result of my hard training. Nothing is impossible with effort."

"Shinazaki-san? Nice to meet you. Do you want to try my bento?"

Swish.

Makoto offered his bento.

Rin saw Makoto's bento.

"Sure, I'll try it."

Rin picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the korokke in the bento.

To her frustration, it was delicious.

Much more so than the crude onigiri she had made.

Makoto's face came into her view.

Despite being a guy, his skin looked softer than most girls, with a baby-like complexion.

"Thump."

The transfer student was a guy.

Yet, for some reason, she felt inferior to him in both feminine skills and skin.

Rin's face turned red.

'So, I'm still... ... lacking... ...'

Rin bit her lip.

Feeling inferior to a guy in feminine skills.

It was a miserable feeling.

She hastily closed the lid of her onigiri bento.

"I'll eat the rest myself... ... Then, I'm leaving."

"Hey, Rin. Where are you going?"

Ignoring Kim Deok-sung's question, Rin walked away.

At that moment,

Buzz.

Rin's phone rang.

She picked it up.

There, a message from Nishizawa Eri read:

[Hey, cow]

[Don't you think the transfer student is a bit strange?]

[The princess and I are planning to have a strategy meeting about this]

[Do you want to join? The princess has already agreed]

Rin's eyes wavered.

The humiliation from just a moment ago came to mind.

And the sight of Makoto feeding Kim Deok-sung.

That wasn't a normal friendship.

Because she admired him, Rin knew better than anyone.

A countermeasure was needed.

Just as the washing board had said.

"Thump."

She bit her lip and tapped her phone.

[I'll join]

It was the moment the heroine alliance was formed.

What the hell

It's been two days since Makoto transferred.

Shuou Hero Academy dormitory 1st floor large bath.

As befitting a country that praises Japanese bathing culture in light novels, the facilities of the large bath were spacious and clean.

I immersed my body in the steaming hot water.

Plop.

The hot water overflowed.

"Ah, refreshing."

Korean words slipped out of my mouth.

The hot water enveloped my body pleasantly.

This is what bathing is.

The feeling of all my fatigue melting away.

Indeed, bathing is best done alone at night when no one is around.

"Why don't they separate the men's and women's baths?"

Because of the lucky perverted plot twists where the protagonist and heroine meet, the dormitory large bath has no gender separation.

The single large bath in the dormitory operates on a schedule, dividing the times when female students and male students can use it.

It's the male students' time now, but at this late hour, there are almost no students using it, so I'm alone.

'That day was a nightmare.'

That day.

After Makoto started spouting embarrassing words like "master" in the lab.

From the next day, she began to cling to me in a strange way while dressed as a guy, and rumors started spreading that made me want to go crazy.

Not to mention the female students who were already making a ruckus by crowding around her, who was treated like a prince.

What? A true idol who doesn't discriminate by gender?

And then the rumors that I couldn't even bring myself to repeat.

"Damn it."

Curses slipped out of my mouth.

I am a firm heterosexual.

I absolutely do not like guys.

Ever since the web novel I paid 100 chapters for suddenly drifted into a love for humanity in chapter 101, I've hated guys getting involved with each other.

I should have seen it coming when the male characters' faces were described in unnecessary detail.

Sigh.

I don't even want to think about it.

The thought of a drift makes me shudder.

"Why are guys holding hands and feeding each other like that?"

Holding hands and feeding each other, what kind of skinship is that between guys?

It's just asking for misunderstandings. It seems like people are already starting to misunderstand.

If this were a web novel, the comment section would be on fire with 100% certainty of a drift.

At that moment,

A familiar voice came from beyond the steam in the bath.

"Master... ... You're here?"

There's only one person who calls me that, which makes me cringe just hearing it.

"Makoto?"

Why is she here?

Is she crazy?

"Yes, I'm Makoto, your sword."

Makoto appeared through the thick steam.

Her green hair was damp, and she wore a competitive swimming suit that clung to her body, accentuating her large chest.

She naturally entered the hot water and approached me.

"Why are you using honorifics?"

The honorifics and the formal tone.

It makes me cringe.

"I thought it wouldn't be right to use informal language with you... ..."

Makoto slowly spoke, her face blushing.

"Just use informal language, okay? I'm being serious."

For the sake of my stomach's peace.

Please.

"Is, is it okay?"

Makoto's face blushed as she stammered.

Her eyes trembled.

"Use it. You usually do fine."

"Okay... ..."

Makoto's tone finally returned to normal.

It's better than before.

"So, why are you here?"

"Since you weren't in your room... ... I thought maybe another assassin from the clan was after you... ... I came to check. I'm glad you're in the large bath... ..."

Makoto, immersed in the hot water, smiled awkwardly.

Is she really crazy?

"Are you insane? What if someone sees you? Get out now. I'm being serious."

I can't let Makoto's disguise as a guy be exposed.

If her disguise is exposed, her true identity will be revealed, and Ritsuko might change her plan and send another assassin.

'That can't happen.'

I do need to deal with Ritsuko eventually, but only according to my plan.

There's no need to create unnecessary variables in an already crumbling original story.

"Hehe. But... ... No one is here at this time, so it should be fine... ..."

Makoto laughed awkwardly and tapped her fingers.

Her face was flushed, perhaps from the heat of the hot water.

She subtly pressed her swimming suit-covered chest against my arm.

The smooth, plump, and soft sensation of her chest, wrapped in the slippery swimsuit, was felt on my arm.

"I also wanted to take a bath... ..."

The dormitory room only has a shower.

To take a bath, you have to come to the large bath.

Indeed, it's a forced setting for lucky perverted scenes.

The Shuou Hero Academy dormitory, which boasts the best facilities in the world, doesn't even have a bathtub?

If that's the case, it's better to take down the sign that claims it's the best in the world.

When I read descriptions of dormitories in academy web novels, they often describe a luxurious mansion with one room per person.

I should have been possessed by a Korean academy web novel.

'Such a crazy... ...'

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted.

I felt a soft presence on my arm.

My body, which is experiencing the stormy period of youth after the possession, started reacting unnecessarily.

Why am I experiencing a bathing episode with a cross-dressing girl, something the protagonist in the original story would go through?

What she said wasn't wrong.

There are almost no students using the bath at this time.

But I couldn't relax.

'In light novels, someone always comes in at a moment like this... ...'

In the original story's bathing episode, just as they were about to leave after finishing their bath, someone burst into the large bath, and the protagonist and Makoto had to hide together in a cramped locker.

An erotic scene where the protagonist and Makoto were pressed against each other in the locker.