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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: I Want to Fuck a Hero (5)
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I had no idea what to wear.
Would something white look bright and appealing?
Or would it be fine to just go with my usual dull black outfit?
I didn't even consider other colors.
Villains stuck to achromatic tones only.
In fact, my wardrobe as a former villain was filled with a smattering of white clothes and a heap of those same old drab blacks.
Of course, it was kind of a shitty philosophy if you thought about it.
But from experience, most were like that.
A few days before I died, that bitch Yojora—who suggested drinking at my place—had flashy style, but color-wise, it was similar enough.
The other villains whose names I couldn't even remember now were the same.
Jeans were the height of fashion for them.
"No watch... huh."
Uncharacteristically cozy, but it was still mid-February winter.
Instead of healer-appropriate whites, I threw on a long puffer jacket with white fur trim, grabbed my wet umbrella, and headed out.
Alright. Time for the interview.
5
There's a saying: Pull out the iron horns while they're hot.
The original meaning's too archaic to resonate, but it boils down to seizing opportunities without hesitation.
Principal Seok Jae-hwa loved that phrase.
The reason was simple.
Because he was a simple man.
"Heh heh hum."
Pondering, debating, and overcalculating didn't suit his temperament.
When a Villain appeared before him, he'd smash them with a full-force punch.
Found a Villain hideout? Knee it to smithereens.
No negotiations with Villains.
Menu troubles? Jjajangmyeon it is.
Everyone gathered with nothing to do? Disband.
Scratching his belly at home, watching TV, and a support request comes in? Charge without a second thought.
A call from someone he missed? Not "tomorrow," but "right now."
That was the life of former Korea No. 5 Hero Seok Jae-hwa.
Thus, the current principal of a Hero training academy, Seok Jae-hwa...
"Nice to meet you, Seo Woo-jin."
"Yes, sir."
...was genuinely relieved to finally meet Seo Woo-jin, even if belatedly.
He even personally brewed instant mix coffee with a big grin.
Meanwhile, Woo-jin glanced at the capsule coffee machine in the distance, then at the paper cup before him.
A question popped up, but he didn't ask.
He preferred mix anyway.
Just figured they splurged on fancy interiors here too.
"I just called you, and you're already here."
"I live close."
"Close by... Excellent."
Truth be told, such questions in part-time interviews often probed availability for sudden calls.
Especially at cafes or convenience stores plagued by no-shows.
But Principal Seok Jae-hwa was straightforward.
A Healing-type Transcendent. Seo Woo-jin could be the wire binding his bouquet, or the nonwoven wrap inside, or the mink paper outside.
He was just happy to add him.
"Looks like it took a bit over 30 minutes, roughly."
"Including prep time... Yeah, about that."
"Great. Perfect. No commute issues..."
Not that it mattered if there were.
One house fixed everything.
"Qualifications, headcount, all that—we covered it on the phone, right? No need to rehash."
"Yes. It's all up to you, Principal."
Prestigious Miren Academy.
Surprisingly, it was private, not national or public.
"Something like that, but you're too blunt."
"Logically, there's no reason not to hire me as a health teacher."
"Fair point, but..."
Healing-type Transcendent (Position: Health Teacher)
It felt like deploying a national-class Hero against street punks.
Woo-jin quietly fidgeted with his fingertips.
Health teacher was underwhelming for tethering a Healing-type Transcendent, but it didn't matter.
Position: Health teacher at a Hero training academy.
Where else could he meet so many injured Heroes?
Of course, more dramatic, intense encounters would be ideal.
But he'd given up on that long ago.
Instead: Sliced by a man-sized scythe, coughing blood, dead.
Too far from his tastes, but safer this way.
'...Come to think of it, wasn't that woman from Miren too?'
Where was Reaper from again?
As Woo-jin recalled old intel, stroking the rim of his paper cup, the principal's face across the desk caught his eye.
Something on his mind.
"That part."
"Pardon?"
"I wanted to discuss that with you, Woo-jin."
"...Salary negotiation?"
"No. The 'teacher' in health 'teacher'."
Principal Seok Jae-hwa folded the question sheets he'd brought.
Formality, but unnecessary now.
Why? Because I'm the principal.
"Why 'teacher' instead of 'student'?"
"Application period's over."
Simple reason.
Letting him nod without deep thought.
"Here's my proposal."
"Yes."
"How about enrolling as a student instead? I can make it happen."
"Not appealing. Nothing in it for me."
True enough.
As 'health teacher,' he'd get a decent salary.
As 'student,' income vanishes, tuition appears.
No unique student perks either.
Hero academies taught aspiring Heroes to kill Villains, regardless.
A Healing-type like him had no Villain-killing methods.
Nothing to learn.
Well, sexual ones, but...
Lame joke. He shut his mouth.
"Woo-jin, this might sound rude."
"Go ahead. My mentality's solid."
"...I hear you really like Heroes."
"..."
Not rude at all.
Woo-jin sipped his coffee, then nodded.
At 10, his interview raved about a hot Hero for 20 minutes.
Thought it was cut, but rumors spread somehow.
...Embarrassing.
"So, instead of holing up in the nurse's office as health teacher, wouldn't bonding with fellow Transcendent students be better? They're aspiring Heroes too."
"Can't argue."
Couldn't.
But.
"Not sure why you're going so far out of your way for me."
A bit suspicious.
Was that really why he wanted him as student?
Woo-jin crossed his arms, eyeing the principal.
Not that he suspected ulterior motives.
At most, propaganda: "We have a Healing-type Transcendent too!"
Worked as teacher too.
Teacher better, no? Why student?
"All our academy injuries heal right up!" Plenty.
That was Woo-jin's take.
"...Well."
"Yes."
"You're 20, right?"
"Yes."
"At the age to burn with youthful passion, 'teacher' feels premature..."
"..."
But the principal was simple.
Hot-blooded and straightforward.
Suited Hero more than principal.
Seo Woo-jin answered quietly.
"...I'm fine."
Of course, omitting he was 30.
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Chit-chat wrapped up.
Health teacher duties.
Commute times (surprisingly flexible).
Academy rules.
Salary negotiation.
Crisp white health teacher gown—clean, but something off.
Finishing up, red light flickered beyond the curtain.
"...On paper, 'teacher,' but to students, 'Health Committee Member.' Calling same-age or younger teacher 'sir' would feel awkward."
"Doesn't bother me."
"Kids these days are sensitive about that."
"Yeah."
Ultimately, minus salary, same as student enrollment?
Would've nodded if pitched that way.
Crushed the empty cup, tossed it, checked empty notifications, stood.
"I'll head out then. Just confirming: start tomorrow?"
"Yes. Some 2nd- and 3rd-years are still here."
"Just like high school makeup classes on break."
"Different. Top students on internships; leftovers who got no agency love calls."
"Ah."
So the girl from earlier was a leftover.
...Fits. Can't control her power, gets hurt.
Miren caliber: top 1% dud.
Bid principal farewell, stretched stiff body, descended to 1st floor.
Hm. My nurse's office in the main building corner.
Check location for smooth start tomorrow.
Bonus: door and wall conditions.
Main building, no students; a few Hero-like teachers passed.
Cow-bodied male Hero.
Magic-type? Seven rings on left hand male Hero.
Buzzcut, 19+ eroge gym teacher male Hero.
All men, unknown, no greetings—ignored, headed to corner.
Arrived at...
"..."
Barren wall, lone door.
Principal said 1st floor corner—right spot.
No pictograms anyone'd recognize as nurse's office.
At least green cross?
Or nameplate.
Privacy respected—no window in door.
Liked that.
Handle felt premium.
+1 point.
...But location and vibe...
Warehouse turned nurse's tomorrow?
Soundproofing suspect.
No expectations, opened door.
Heavy, satisfying.
Slid silently despite floor drag—felt seals or something.
+3 points.
Inside: not warehouse, standard nurse's office.
Not huge, maybe 15 pyeong.
Bigger than high school ones.
Brand new, untouched—odd, but maybe high traffic keeps it clean?
Made sense.
What now. Not great at tidying.
Fresh deodorizer scent as I entered, pulled the widely open curtain half-closed.
Eyes grateful.
Turned: L-shaped desk, several beds shrouded in white sheets ahead.
Desks standard. Beds matter.
Nurse beds no high hopes, but soft enough for two adults fine.
Test lie down? Approached thoughtlessly, spotted...
"...?"
Worn canvas sneakers before sheeted bed.
Muddy from rain, small and beat-up.
Owner has tiny feet.
"..."
Why here?
Stared, slowly pulled back sheet.
Inside: prior visitor.
Dead asleep, oblivious.
Chin-length white bob perfectly suiting her brow and shoulders.
Villain I toyed with once had that hair—called it beggar-tier bitchfit.
Small face makes it work.
Breasts swelling under white knit, heaving with breaths.
Taut stockings straining over sleek thighs.
But eyes snagged on black wired earphones to dainty ear.
Wireless era, yet wired audiophile?
Super worn though.
...Anyway.
"..."
What to say.
Somehow...
She looked familiar.
Tilted head, studied face closer.
"...Ah."
Remembered.
Code Name: Witch.
Witch who froze societal roaches into beautiful ice sculptures, shattering without trace.
Stoic, no smiles.
Privacy shrouded in mystery.
10 years later, Korea No. 8.
Lee Ji-yoon lay defenseless before me.
A decade younger, somewhat shabbier than memory.