The Tough Guy Hides the Villainess

022 – Aim for the Scorpion Sidrome # 2

022 – Aim for the Scorpion Sidrome #2

Smack!

I hit Seoga-eul’s thigh, which was now exposed and white, with the fly swatter.

The muscles of an Awakened are more than twice as hard as those of an ordinary person, but very few can train the strength of their skin, so hitting a wide area was more effective than expected.

“Ahhh! “You crazy b*stard!”

After being hit continuously by me, Seoga-eul seemed to have lost her sanity and let out another loud scream.

Of course, no one would listen to that hysterical scream except for me.

Regional imbalance. Wealth disparity. Low birth rates and failed redevelopment.

What had been symbols of misfortune for me had turned into a blessing in disguise. This is why luck and misfortune are just a paper’s width apart.

Anyway, I had the duty to protect, guard, and simultaneously develop Seoga-eul.

“You crazy b*stard, I’m going to kill you. “I really will.”

Sss-sss-.

Seoga-eul glared at me, breathing heavily.

In front of such a person, words floated up.

「Name: Seoga-eul

Status: 《Intense Hatred》 – You are in a state of severe dehydration and confusion due to intense hatred.」

This was the first glimpse of emotion that Seoga-eul had shown me.

I felt more joy and a strange thrill from this emotional gap than from her blatant temptation to pull down the blanket and show me her white skin.

It felt like she had finally allowed her heart to open to me!

Is this love? Do people really progress like this step by step?

In any case, there was one thing I had to do.

“Seoga-eul, I will save you! “You have to live!”

I forced her mouth open and poured the water from the PT bottle into it.

Gush, gush, gush, gush-.

“Ugh, mmph!”

“You have to drink! Drink it all! You have to survive!”

It was only natural that Seo Ga-eul, who hadn’t had a sip of water since last night, was showing signs of dehydration. An awakened one’s active metabolism requires more water than an ordinary person.

“Ugh, mmph, you crazy b*stard! Mmph!”

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle-.

I shoved three 1.5-liter PET bottles into Seo Ga-eul’s mouth. Having drunk this much, he should be able to go without water for about a day.

Of course, Seo Ga-eul struggled to reject my kindness, soaking his face, body, blanket, and the floor, but that was a problem easily solved.

“Now, I should give you some food.”

Having drunk water, it was time for a meal.

It seemed like a good idea to bring a few changes of clothes as well.

With that in mind, I decided to head back home for now.

“I’ll kill you! Yaaargh! Yaaargh!”

# # #

“It’s really quiet.”

It was obvious that Seo Ga-eul was causing a ruckus in the basement next door, but my house was quiet as a tomb.

If I listened carefully, I could faintly hear the sound of screaming, but it was a sound only someone with the heightened senses of an awakened one like me could barely hear.

Even if someone were wandering around the area, it seemed unlikely that anyone else would hear it, so I felt reassured.

Ding-dong-.

At that moment, someone rang my doorbell.

A chill ran down my spine.

The timing of cooking ramen broth is crucial, and who could be at the door at such an important moment?

Ding-dong-.

“I’m coming.”

Clank, creak-.

When I opened the door, I saw a man in a suit and several people gathered behind him.

They all stood straight and proper, not like ordinary people.

There was a strong smell of metal.

Police? No, not exactly police, but certainly similar people. Why would such people come to me? What business could they have? I had no idea.

“Who are you?”

I asked the man wearing a fedora and large sunglasses.

Even though his face was mostly covered, there was a slightly familiar feeling, maybe just my imagination.

“I am Kim Jang-dong, the team leader from the newly established National Intelligence Service’s subordinate agency, the ‘Superhuman Management Agency.’”

What? Kim Jang-dong?

Why is Mr. Kim, my regular client, here!

Should I be happy or confused─.

“Have you seen these people?”

Swoosh-. Kim Jang-dong entered my yard and handed me a few sheets of paper. On them was written “Wanted – Kim Tae-yang” along with a photo.

A familiar face.

One of the loan sharks who came to my house.

“We are investigating the places these loan sharks visited before they were murdered. You know they’re dead, right? “It was all over the news.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Do you know who killed them? The culprit is someone with exceptional physical abilities, able to brutally kill three adult men armed with weapons. In other words, an awakened one.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Han Nam-jin. You’re a student at Yeongsa High, right? You have a grudge against these loan sharks, don’t you? Are you the ‘Judge’? “The psycho killer who only targets criminals?”

Mr. Kim Jang-dong is way off the mark.

I was actually in trouble because the loan sharks were dead. I was planning to ask them about the secrets of kidnapping.

If I could have gotten information from them, I wouldn’t have thought about climbing to the 40th floor of the corporate headquarters as a laborer.

Mr. Kim Jang-dong squinted his eyes and took out a business card from his pocket, handing it to me.

“Contact me if anything happens.”

“Sure.”

“By the way, there’s a student named Seo Ga-eul at your school, right?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know anything about that student?”

This was surprising.

The conversation suddenly drifted towards Seo Ga-eul.

Was he going to ask about a disappearance or kidnapping? While I was pondering various answers, a woman who seemed to be an employee said, “Team leader, that’s still─.” and nudged Mr. Kim Jang-dong’s side.

“Oh, it’s nothing. You were cooking ramen, right? The smell is all over the house. Enjoy your meal.”

Kim Jang-dong suddenly changed his attitude, put on his shoes, and left the house. Only after everyone had left and I could no longer sense their presence did I finally feel relieved.

I felt like my lifespan had been shortened by five years. But it was still too early to relax.

I first checked under the table and every corner of the house.

“Here it is. “A listening device.”

Mr. Kim Jang-dong had a habit of planting listening devices around my house every time he made requests like ‘please whip me with a whip.’ It was quite troublesome.

It seems that habit has persisted since then. The total number of collected listening devices, both then and now, is five. The last one was difficult to find, which delayed things a bit.

# # #

“Ah, damn it, the ramen is all overcooked.”

The sudden visit had been dragged on for an hour.

What if Seo Ga-eul gets angry because she’s hungry? I saw on MyTube that women get really irritable and aggressive when they’re hungry.

I hurriedly grabbed the ramen pot and headed to the basement next door.

Clunk, creak—.

As I opened the basement door and stepped inside, Seo Ga-eul was sitting much more demurely than I expected. However, there was a strange atmosphere lingering.

Her face was flushed, and her breath came in quick gasps. The way she squirmed slightly, her thighs twitching, gave off an oddly unsettling vibe.

What’s going on? IQ 140 brain fully operational!

Conclusion!

“Do you want to go to the bathroom?”

“I’ll kill you!”

「Name: Seo Ga-eul

Status: 《Intense Anger》 – I’m really pissed off!」

Seo Ga-eul was honestly angry. At that moment, I felt something burst in my head, like a fountain erupting.

So that’s how it is.

Since I just made her drink a lot of water, according to the law of conservation of mass, a similar amount of water must be stored in her body, and that water would eventually want to come out.

“Ga-eul, if you hold it in, you’ll get a bladder infection.”

“YaaaH! aaaH!”

Seo Ga-eul’s face turned as red as autumn leaves, and she started to throw a fit again, looking truly crazy enough to send chills down my spine.

She must have been really hungry.

“Okay, okay. Just eat this first. It’s your meal. Ssamjang Spam Ramen.”

“Who would eat something like this? Do you enjoy tormenting me that much, you b*stard? Are you trying to mess with me with such petty food? “You pervert!”

I’m not tormenting her.

I even specially added Spam to today’s ramen.

But Seo Ga-eul kicked the pot as if something displeased her, spilling the ramen I had painstakingly cooked all over the place.

Splash—.

“Serves you right!”

“… … .”

Suddenly—.

In an instant, a vein throbbed on my forehead.

One of the people I hated the most was someone who carelessly wasted food. But the other party was Seo Ga-eul.

I figured it would be good to let it slide just this once. Just as Seo Ga-eul had given me a second chance, I wanted to give her one too.

“Ga-eul, you and I are going to be seeing each other for a long time. We need to become soul partners, best friends. Since we’re going to be close anyway, let’s drop the pride.”

“Fuck off!”

“I already did! Back in sixth grade! You tricked me into thinking your mom was buying us pork cutlet!”

“You crazy b*stard!”

Hmm, that’s quite a sweet curse.

I cleaned up the spilled ramen from the floor and stepped outside the basement.

I felt like I was increasingly seeing Seo Ga-eul’s ‘bottom.’

But they say love grows stronger as you see each other’s scars, wounds, and hidden sides, right? Just like that, I found myself liking Seo Ga-eul even more.

Still, I had to honestly admit it.

In terms of being a teaching assistant or in education, I was a beginner. I was worried about how to structure the curriculum moving forward.

If loan sharks were still around, I would have learned how to handle kidnapped hostages well.

I didn’t know who the real “Judge” was, but interfering with my plans was just a real b*stard move. If I ever meet them, I’ll definitely kick them in the balls.

Wait, hold on.

What if the “Judge” is a woman? What would I do then? There are no balls to kick.

It was a night filled with serious contemplation in many ways.

Anyway, the important thing is the curriculum.

So I went home and watched all ten parts of the movie “The Perfect Assistant,” which I had found impressive before.

In this movie, the hostage fell in love with the kidnapper.

That’s the form I ultimately desire.

“The phenomenon where the victim sympathizes with the kidnapper. They call this the Scorpion Syndrome. Aren’t I smart? “I did my research for you.”

“It’s Stockholm Syndrome, you idiot! aaah!”

Right—this was the recollection of the starting point of our story.

I’ve finally made it this far.

“Well then, Ga-eul, you need to keep the house safe today too.”

I must not be late.

Since Chief Kim Jang-dong is watching me, I should be careful with every move I make. So, I closed the iron gate with a creak and was about to head to school when Seo Ga-eul shouted.

“Hey!!!!”

“Why?”

I opened the iron gate again and asked.

Could it be something urgent? Does she need to go to the bathroom?

“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“Thanks to you, I awakened a new concept at dawn yesterday. ‘Lady of Elegance.’ So, I don’t need to go to the bathroom anymore. You must have wanted to see my humiliating appearance, but too bad for you.”

Awakening a new concept? In the end, I had trained Seo Ga-eul and made her stronger. My method was somewhat correct!

As joy surged within me at that thought, Seo Ga-eul, who had regained some composure, looked at me with narrow eyes and said.

“You said you wanted to train me, right? Fine. Damn it, I’ll let you. But there’s a condition. If you fulfill this condition, I’ll follow your words well, otherwise, I won’t cooperate.”

“A condition?”

I was delighted! It felt like Seo Ga-eul and I were finally facing the same direction! No matter what, Seo Ga-eul also liked me.

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“What condition?”

“Do you know Yoo Yeoreum?”

“Yeoreum? Of course. She’s my best friend.”

“Kidnap her and bring her next to me.”

……

There was no such content in the movies I had seen.