⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
[Personality settings for the male heroine Juyeon-woo of Virgin Teacher Until Thirty Awakens Hypnosis, the novel you've possessed ─ Passive, introverted, diligent, weak to hypnosis, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's finest pussy, etc...]
The moment I ran into C Class's homeroom teacher, a new message popped up.
Just seeing the title gave me the vibe. NTR manga stories all follow the same tired formula anyway.
This Virgin Teacher Until Thirty Awakens Hypnosis was spilling all its settings right from the title.
As an NTR manga expert, it'd be weirder if I didn't know it.
"Today we're doing 4v4 team battles."
Our homeroom teacher spoke up, her black hair roughly towel-dried and messily draped over her shoulders, looking like she had no clue how to style it properly. She set the attendance book down on the podium and scanned the cadets, relaying precautions for the upcoming 4v4 battles.
"We'll run it like a real fight, but remember, the academy's combat drills are still just practice. Act like it's the real deal, but make sure no one gets hurt."
Her bangs were a total mess too, giving her this gloomy vibe, but when it came to addressing us cadets, she got serious. She was genuinely trying to give us advice for our own good.
Unfortunately, her efforts fell on deaf ears. The cadets weren't really paying attention.
"She's only mid-tier Hero level."
"I heard she was low-mid tier back when she was active."
"For real? Whoa, low-mid tier's kinda rough."
The kids behind me had zero interest in listening. They were too busy whispering and snickering.
The chatter from the back slowly seeped forward.
Teacher's face twitched for a split second. She'd caught the gossip.
'Oh man, Teacher.'
She knew they were slacking off but couldn't say a word. She was pretending not to notice.
How long had the semester even been going? Already getting this kind of treatment. Or maybe she'd been infamous before this term started?
No clue.
A guy who'd just dropped into this world yesterday wasn't gonna know squat.
"...That's it for morning assembly. See you later."
Teacher ended it in a deflated voice. More like it got cut short against her will.
She slunk out of the classroom, shoulders slumped.
'Can't just feel sorry for her.'
That teacher was about to awaken to hypnosis powers soon. Or maybe she already had them.
And she'd use those powers on a cadet. That was her fate, set in stone.
Wonder who the target is.
'Gotta be me, 100%.'
I mean, even if the cadets don't respect her...
A teacher using hypnosis on one of her own students? No way that makes sense.
It was absurd.
After Teacher left, the back-row kids cranked up their giggling like they'd won a victory.
Finally, one cadet couldn't take it and shot up from her seat.
From her posture and that model-student look, she screamed class president.
"Hey, you guys. Why are you making so much noise during morning assembly?"
Class President Mi whipped around and snapped at them, saying what Teacher should've said herself.
Her face rang a bell. Like I'd seen her somewhere before.
'The discipline committee girl from the front gate.'
Yeah, the one who'd cornered Geum Tae-yeon.
Apparently doubling as C Class president on top of that. Impressive stuff.
"Uh..."
The back-row girls clammed up as Class President Mi chewed them out.
Totally different vibe from when they were mouthing off in front of Teacher. They were cowed by her.
Then one of them snapped.
"Argh, who the hell are you?! Class President Mi, you think being class pres makes you all that?!"
"Pfft."
I burst out laughing without meaning to. Thought my body would've blocked it, but nope.
Guess my body didn't care much about class dynamics.
Suddenly all eyes were on me. Everyone gave me weird looks for cracking up out of nowhere.
'Dodged a bullet.'
Thank god for this gender-flipped world.
If roles were normal, I'd be in deep shit right now.
Class President Mi frowned and sighed.
"Juyeon-woo."
"Y-yeah?"
Her tone suggested we knew each other. Sure enough.
"Act like a vice president. You should've been reining them in too."
"..."
Damn, so I was the vice president.
Why's this passive guy such an overachiever?
Had to hand it to original Juyeon-woo for the hustle.
"They disrespected Teacher. They need to be corrected. We have the authority for that. No, it's our duty. But instead of correcting them, you're laughing? Does that make any sense?"
"Uh, sorry..."
I hadn't meant to laugh. But hearing "Class President Mi" just hit me, and I lost it.
Couldn't help it. Like a grenade going off.
Class President Mi looked down at me, sighing over and over in frustration.
"Haa..."
The mood was shot. Her push to rein in the delinquents had fizzled out.
No point chiming in now; the back-row punks wouldn't listen anyway.
'...They talked back when she first spoke up too.'
Maybe her authority was all bark.
But she didn't stop. That wouldn't be model-student behavior.
Class President Mi glared at the back-row delinquents and said,
"Watch yourselves. I'm tallying demerits. Keep crossing the line, and I'll take it straight to Teacher Ji-hye."
"Ugh, cut the crap. Who do you think you are?"
The delinquents flipped out at the mention of demerits. Even punks who mouthed off to Teacher cared about those.
Class President Mi scoffed at their whining.
"I'm the class president? So watch it. I'm not asking for much. Just shut up and behave when Teacher Ji-hye's talking."
"..."
"That too hard? Tell me. I'll warn her ahead of time: 'The kids in the back have less attention span than babies; they tune out if you talk too long.'"
Class President Mi unloaded like a machine gun, mocking the delinquents with sarcasm.
"Ugh, seriously."
"You her daughter or something?"
The delinquents griped but didn't get as bold as they were with Teacher.
Model students at the academy meant potential top Heroes.
Even delinquents couldn't fully mouth off to Class President Mi.
She pressed her advantage.
"Not her daughter, but one of the cadets who respects Teacher Ji-hye, the former Hero. So zip it. No second chances."
Warning delivered, perfectly.
The class mood loosened up right after she finished.
Delinquents hung their heads; others chattered away.
We killed time like that until the bell.
"Change into training gear and head to the training grounds."
Class President Mi led C Class to the training grounds.
I ditched vice president duties, blending into the crowd of cadets. Better to stay low for now.
Then my body got hijacked.
Right before the 4v4 battles kicked off proper.
After warm-ups, as I reached for one of the weapons lined up in the corner, my hand moved on its own.
'So my weapon's a spear?'
I grabbed the spear and swung it around. The form was pro-level, whipping through the air.
Definitely felt like my body was no slouch as a cadet.
Not for nothing was I vice president.
"Feels natural."
Whenever I thought about using the spear, control kicked in.
Less like losing control, more like movement corrections. Like muscle memory kicking in.
Cadets grabbed their weapons and gathered up front.
Swords and spears dominated. Twenty cadets in C Class, and over half went sword or spear.
Among the rest, one girl oddly enough picked a pistol.
"Let's form teams."
Under Teacher Eum Ji-hye and Class President Mi, we made four-person teams.
Balanced based on entrance exams and the past month's performance.
And so, Juyeon-woo's team was set.
A plain-looking girl with a wooden sword, the pistol girl who'd been kinda on the outs, and Class President Mi.
Quick name tag scan.
'Park A-young, Kim Ha-eun.'
Didn't really know them. No idea about the opponents.
"Juyeon-woo."
Park A-young acted like we were buds. No clue who she was, though.
"Uh, hey."
Awkward greeting as I rounded up the team.
Soon enough, the 4v4 battles began.
My body handled it on autopilot. We took second place.
Now I got why they paired me with Class President Mi.
'Plus-minus zero.'
Park A-young and Kim Ha-eun were the team's dead weights. Second was the best we could do.
Class President Mi carried hard, but first was out of reach.
"Good work, everyone."
Still, she didn't blame the team. She seemed a bit pissed, but was holding it in for their sake.
Teacher Eum Ji-hye gathered us up and dropped some welcome news.
"That's it for class today─4v4 battles wrap things up."
We'd gone hard in drills. Training gear soaked in sweat, limbs shaking like leaves.
Sit through afternoon classes like this? Might as well chug sleeping pills.
"Head home if you want. But eat lunch first. Meals cost money. And it's all from taxes."
"Woooah!"
Luckily, the academy had some mercy. Cadets cheered.
"Um, and..."
Teacher Eum Ji-hye pointed at Class President Mi and me with uneasy eyes.
"Class pres and vice pres, hang back a sec."
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