Chapter 101

For just a fleeting moment, I wondered if Gos Hawk had chased me here to assassinate me.

But I quickly dismissed that thought.

Gos Hawk is too petite to exert the kind of weight I’m feeling now.

Besides, Gos Hawk’s chest wasn’t that big either.

As far as I remember, even though wearing a suit can be somewhat constricting, it wasn’t enough to create the absurd figure I see in front of me now.

The chest spilling over and to the sides of her bra, along with skin so pale it verges on unhealthy white.

There’s also a bit of a belly, and a pronounced widening of the hips with muscular thighs.

After making a few observations, I came to the conclusion that what is currently sitting on top of me isn’t Gos Hawk.

“Student Han Min-ha… what are you doing?”

I managed to croak out a hoarse question with my parched mouth.

“Huh?! Ah, you’re awake…?”

Min-ha paused, shocked, as she was in the midst of unbuttoning my shirt halfway.

“I thought you were sleeping just a moment ago…? That’s strange…? I made sure you were really drunk, so why….”

As I watched Min-ha struggle for an explanation, I berated myself internally.

You crazy Professor Hyun!

Even though Min-ha is pretty and has a great figure, how could you entertain such lewd thoughts about a minor?

You’ve lost your qualification as a professor.

“Min-ha, I’m sorry… I’m a bad professor to be having such dreams….”

“Eh… It’s a dream…?”

“Yes, a dream….”

As I spoke, an odd gleam flickered in Min-ha’s face as she leaned over me.

I’ve seen that expression before many times.

It’s an expression villains often wear just before they pull something.

A sense of satisfaction with things going according to their plans, coupled with a twisted expectation of what is about to happen.

“Hehe, professor.”

Min-ha slid off my stomach and reclined next to me, pulling my face toward her chest.

A soft scent of body lotion wafted from her damp bosom.

“Sleep some more. You had a lot of alcohol and didn’t get to rest properly during the break, only working. I’ll keep you warm.”

This is a dream… an unreal, wonderful dream…

“Sorry again… I shouldn’t be having such obscene dreams involving Min-ha, a minor….”

“Heh? Professor, I’m not a minor.”

I tried to remind her that her birthday hasn’t passed yet, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Because I was horribly drunk, her chest was so warm and soft, and my consciousness was fading.

“Sleep, professor. I’ll cradle you.”

As I listened to Min-ha whisper, I quickly lost consciousness.

* * * * *

The next morning:

I lay still for a moment after waking, trying to understand the unpleasant sensation in my lower body.

But it didn’t take long.

Though it had been a long time since I last experienced it, it wasn’t completely unfamiliar.

So, nocturnal emission at this age, huh.

It seems last night’s dream with Min-ha probably did it.

There’s no more pathetic man than me.

And why is my bed so damp? Did I sweat a lot during the night?

Looking down, I realized I wasn’t wearing anything.

I must’ve somehow managed to strip and slip into bed, even though I was half unconscious.

Stepping into the bathroom to wash up, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and squinted.

What is this…?

There were several large and small hickeys on my neck.

After stripping to check further, I discovered that similar marks dotted my chest and elsewhere.

Had I fallen somewhere while drunk last night?

I remember coming back to my dormitory and collapsing onto the bed, but nothing after that.

The thought did cross my mind, but it was too implausible to seriously consider.

Surely not…

Astonishingly convenient cleaning.

When I finished washing up, I noticed something unusual lying in the corner of the bed.

As I picked it up, I felt a momentary lapse in my mental barrier.

In my hand was a torn latex condom wrapper.

Why’s this here?

I didn’t use it, and surely no one else had been in my room?

No, the staff must have cleaned the room, so that shouldn’t be possible.

But then again, I can’t fully rule out the idea that I used it.

As I revisited the thought I’d discarded earlier while examining the hickeys on my body, I couldn’t help but think:

Could it be that last night wasn’t a dream?

“Professoooor!”

Startled by the sudden shout, I quickly shoved the condom wrapper into my pocket.

“Professor! You’re awake? Have breakfast! You need to have something to soothe your hangover!”

“I’ll be right there, Min-ha. Go ahead and wait for me.”

“Yes!”

For a while, I sat lost in thought, fidgeting with the condom wrapper in my pocket.

My guess was that last night, Min-ha somehow entered my dormitory while I was unconscious and we… you know.

However, there were a few things that puzzled me.

First, I clearly remember Min-ha being completely wasted and carried up to the third floor by the staff, supported by Yu Hye-won.

Yet last night’s Min-ha showed no signs of being drunk.

Could it have been an act?

Second, did Min-ha really do something like that?

Pretend to be drunk, have condoms ready, and slip into my room while catching me during my drunken stupor?

This sounds more like a cheesy web novel than plausible.

No, she’s the one who took selfies pressing her chest against my phone.

According to Yu Hye-won, she might be acting innocent but could actually be otherwise.

Given all these considerations, there’s a high possibility that last night’s events were not a dream.

What a headache.

Let’s get out there and see how Min-ha behaves. I’ll decide next steps based on that.

When I arrived at the dining hall, the kids were already seated.

Yu Hye-won had her elbows on the table, cradling her head in both hands, slumped low with a hangover, and Song Do-yoon wasn’t looking too good either.

After all the potent drinking yesterday, their stomachs must be in bad shape.

But only Min-ha was beaming, looking at me with radiant eyes.

“Good morning, professor!”

The bright and cheerful greeting didn’t fit her usual slightly pale demeanor. She looked exceptionally healthy and glowing today.

“Same hangover treatment, but why are you fine?”

Yu Hye-won asked Min-ha.

“Maybe because I replenished my energy greatly?”

As she said this, Min-ha looked at me affectionately.

“What nonsense is that? Tut.”

Though Yu Hye-won dismissed the comment with a tongue click, I detected a subtle confirmation in her tone and gaze.

It seems last night’s events weren’t a dream.

The first thing I thought of were Senior Han Tae-woo and Seo Ji-a.

They definitely had the ambition yesterday to make Min-ha an S-rank, assuring me that this would prepare her later in life.

Now, there’s no relevance to that original agreement.

If there really is an afterlife, and we somehow meet them again one day, they might literally skin me alive for failing to honor the trust given to me when they handed over their only daughter.

I’m sorry, Senior. From the evidence, it looks like I did something, but honestly, I have no recollections of last night. It’s a grievance.

I also didn’t expect Min-ha to be like this.

Han Min-ha watched my every move as I sat down with luminous eyes.

“Did you sleep well, professor? How do you feel?”

“I’m feeling alright.”

“Heh, that’s fortunate.”

In response to my words, Min-ha clasped her cheeks while wagging her body.

Yu Hye-won glared at her as if she were vulgar, while Song Do-yoon was too preoccupied with his phone to care.

The breakfast menu was refreshing bean sprout soup.

Though the kids might not like it, it was a welcome dish for me.

It appears Yu Hye-won or the registrar organized the menu with me in mind.

“I hope you have a pleasant meal.”

Just as we started eating, the registrar entered the dining room with a grin.

“Did you sleep well, professor? Was there any disturbance during the night?”

“Yes, it was very good.”

Then Min-ha emitted a sound resembling ‘Heng-Hee-Hat’ and coughed; Yu Hye-won scolded her for being impolite.

“You have a meeting with the Chairman of the Advisory Board today. You can go right after breakfast.”

“Understood. Thank you.”

Though I momentarily forgot, the meeting with the Chairman was equally awkward.

We might have shared a forced moment involving Yu Hye-won’s chest and an unexpected kiss.

What strange magic has come over me this year? I keep getting entangled in situations with people’s daughters.

At least Song Do-yoon maintains some distance, which is a relief.

Why keep getting involved with young people like this?

At that moment, I remembered the hazy moment last night when Min-ha said she wasn’t a minor.

Though I had definitely reviewed all the children’s information, I hadn’t specifically paid attention to their birthdates, so I didn’t understand what she meant.

“Min-ha Student.”

“Yes, professor!”

“This might sound funny, but… how old are you this year?”

“Wha—? I’m twenty?”

“!”

Yu Hye-won spewed out her soup, and Song Do-yoon stared wide-eyed at Min-ha.

“By legal age, nineteen, right? Anyway, that’s how it is.”

“What ridiculous talk is this? Did you repeat a grade in middle school?”

In response to Yu Hye-won’s questioning, Min-ha scratched her head.

“It’s… After my parents passed away, I lived like a shut-in for a while before entering the Academy a year later… The Management Organization kept urging me to enroll, but I ignored them all because I was scared.”

“What…?”

Yu Hye-won and Song Do-yoon exchanged looks of bewilderment, then Han Min-ha giggled and said:

“I’m an adult. Not a minor anymore. Professor, you didn’t know?”