Academy’s Black-Haired Foreigner

#384

The Duties of a Good Wife

Chirp, chirp.

The sound of morning birds quietly echoed through the messy bedroom.

Along with it, faint sunlight streamed in.

“Ugh…”

She stirred.

Olivia, dressed in a negligee and completely flushed, wriggled on the bed.

Her eyes opened.

A wave of stiffness washed over her body.

Was it because she had been worked to the bone by Kim Deok-Sung all night long? She couldn’t move.

As she recalled what had happened yesterday, Olivia’s face turned beet red.

She covered her face with her hands.

Glancing sideways.

Olivia’s gaze shifted next to her.

There lay Kim Deok-Sung.

On a bed larger than a queen size, the naked Kim Deok-Sung was peacefully sleeping under the covers.

It was hard to believe that the person who had tormented her all night could look so tranquil, and Olivia puffed up her cheeks.

“Fool, idiot…”

Thump.

Her heart raced as she remembered yesterday’s events.

The relationship that had continued since their first experience in the dining hall was far more intense and wild than she had imagined.

His stamina was almost infinite, and Olivia had to endure his desires until she fainted.

Not that she didn’t enjoy it, but…

“…Are you awake, Miss?”

Bella’s voice whispered in her ear.

Despite always having a neat demeanor and expressionless face, Bella, wearing a revealing, disheveled maid outfit, had a hint of pink on her cheeks, perhaps still marked by the events of last night.

Having been with Bella since childhood, Olivia had never seen her look so unkempt after a relationship.

The sight of Kim Deok-Sung turning even the stoic maid into a woman was astonishing.

“…I might die…”

She still felt something deep inside her abdomen.

Her heated body hadn’t cooled down yet.

Olivia thought this as she rubbed her lower belly.

‘It seems agreeing to the Harem Plan might have been a good decision after all.’

Olivia thought to herself, glancing at Kim Deok-Sung.

There was no way she could fully handle his stamina alone.
I couldn’t accept it all.

If it weren’t for the harem, I might not have been able to endure.

Just yesterday, if Bella hadn’t swapped with me, I might have passed out already.

Indeed, the harem was clearly the path to everyone’s happiness.

‘Still…’

I had no regrets about last night.

Although it was rougher than I imagined, we finally shared physical love.

Thump, thump.

Olivia’s heart raced even faster.

Her body heated up with excitement.

Bella watched Olivia’s blushing face as she dried her face with a towel.

“Your master’s master is truly impressive.”

Kim Deok-Sung was at the end of Bella’s gaze.

At first, Bella only intended to help Olivia with her unacknowledged feelings for Kim Deok-Sung, being the loyal maid she was.

But honestly, to Bella, Olivia was like a younger sister.

But when did it change?

Perhaps it started during the engagement ceremony incident.

Without a moment’s hesitation, rushing to help Olivia, Bella foolishly fell for him.

Or maybe it was even before that.

Carrying the fate of a nation with Olivia, he never lost his kindness, truly embodying a hero, which was enough to captivate Bella’s heart.

Thump, thump.

Bella’s cold heart began to race.

Her body heated up.

She grasped the hem of her clothes near her chest.

Yesterday’s events replayed in her mind.

As a maid, she was prepared for late-night service someday, but yesterday was far too intense.

She probably wouldn’t forget it for a lifetime.

At that moment, as Bella and Olivia reminisced about what happened yesterday…

“Mm.”

Kim Deok-Sung opened his eyes.

In his sight were Olivia in a sheer nightgown and Bella in her maid outfit.

“…Um, did you sleep well? I-I…”

“Master’s master. Did you sleep well last night?”

Hearing Olivia and Bella’s greetings, Kim Deok-Sung silently pulled both of them into his embrace.

“You know I slept well, right?”

A cold sweat trickled down the backs of both women upon hearing his words.

*

After graduating from the academy, a hero’s career generally splits into three paths.

The first is a hero belonging to a national agency, the Hero Association.

The second is a hero affiliated with a private company, also known as a “defense company,” seeking profit through the gate industry.

Finally, there are freelance heroes who take on quests as they come.

In special cases, those with unique abilities may belong to research institutions and engage in R&D, but generally, one will fall into one of these three categories.

And as the one known as the Messiah… I belong to none of them.

New Crowns.

I had taken a place in this illustrious group, comprised of world-class superpowers chosen to protect the world, following the Five Crowns.

Of course, among the New Crowns, there are heroes affiliated with defense companies or associations, but nobody wanted to take me in.
There are heroes belonging to the association, but no one wanted to take me in.

‘Was it the logic that the Messiah shouldn’t belong to any specific organization because he’s everyone’s savior?’

Even I found it ridiculous.

So after graduation, I was officially part of the World Hero Association, but in reality, I was closer to a freelancer.

Of course, the World Hero Association had mobilization obligations for world-level disaster situations, like the emergence of Omega Rank gates or EX Rank villains, but such events happened so rarely, maybe only a few times a year.

Thanks to the title of Messiah, my price skyrocketed to heartbreaking levels, and consequently, I barely received any requests for gate raids or villain extermination.

Sure, the Korean government would request assistance with villains or gate raids, but those rewards were only something the government could handle; private companies wouldn’t dare offer such amounts.

Considering that EX Rank heroes hardly do fieldwork and are usually in high positions, like company presidents or heads of associations, I might be the abnormal one with no formal title at all.

In the end, after graduation, I became a wealthy unemployed dreamer, living the life of a rich person who worked maybe once or twice a week.

“……Deok-Sung. What are you thinking about?”

A familiar voice rang in my ear.

I turned my head.

There stood Rin.

A beauty with impressive, voluptuous curves prominently displayed over her blue kimono, sporting a ponytail.

I was in a limousine.

Today was a rare visit to the Shinozaki Mansion in Tokyo, thanks to Rin’s invitation.

“Uh, nothing.”

I shook my head in response to Rin’s question.

I gazed out the window.

It was already early summer.

It had been quite a while since graduation.

The heat was slowly creeping in.

The streets of Tokyo outside were bustling with people as always.

The buildings and roads destroyed during the Final War had all been rebuilt, and there was hardly a trace left from that time.

Except for the ‘Kim Deok-Sung Memorial Park’ established in the heart of Tokyo.

A memorial park with my statue right in Japan, and a Taegeukgi flying all year round—just thinking about it made my body shiver.

Swipe.

Rin took my hand.

She smiled.

“Hmm. Isn’t it early summer already? Time sure flies. Today, our Shinozaki family prepared a meal just for you. Of course, I’m taking the lead on that.”

Rin said with a slightly excited expression.

Over the past three years, Rin had practiced her cooking to the point where she could make something edible.

Considering her original setting as a hopeless cook, creating dishes that were always green or purple with poison, it was truly a testament to human victory.

“Ah, really? I’m looking forward to it.”

I replied as I intertwined my fingers with Rin’s.

Her face turned red at my words.

Her hand trembled slightly.

A girl inviting a guy alone to her house.
Inviting her alone to the house.

And it’s Rin.

I’m not so foolish that I don’t understand what that means.

“By the way, isn’t today a lucky day?”

At my words, Rin’s face turned bright red.

She slightly nodded her head.

Even though quite a bit of time has passed since graduation, Rin hasn’t had any relations with me yet.

According to her, we must ‘consummate’ on a lucky day, preferably one that’s good for bearing sons, but I have no idea what she’s talking about.

Since Olivia has already taken the first shot, having another child seems meaningless, which is why Rin insists we should create a son to carry on the Messiah lineage.

It’s still a baffling way of thinking, but I decided to respect it.

Anyway, that’s just how the light novel world works.

I thought to myself as I gazed out the window.

The limousine, driven smoothly by the chauffeur, had reached the entrance of the Shinozaki Mansion, an unrealistically large traditional Japanese mansion located in the heart of Tokyo.

*

Thump, thump.

Rin felt Kim Deok-Sung’s body heat in her hand.

Her heart raced crazily.

Her face turned red.

Soon, we would… have dinner in the mansion, and tonight… finally…

We’d consummate our relationship.

“Heh…”

Rin bit her lip.

She needed to calm down.

While her mind was saying one thing, her heart wasn’t listening.

Thump, thump, thump.

Her heart beat even faster.

She was scared that Kim Deok-Sung might catch on.

‘Today is a lucky day…’

It was a divine sign handed down directly from her father, Shinozaki Ichiro, at a shrine known to bless couples with children.

If she consummated today, they would definitely have a child, specifically a grandson to carry on the family line.

Fortunately or unfortunately, none of the members of the harem had children yet.

Besides, she was currently fertile.

‘Then I’ll be the first…!’

To have his child.

“Ugh…”

Rin’s face grew even redder.

She caressed her still slim lower abdomen with a flushed face.

‘Bonaparte. You won the first round, but I will win the second.’

With a determined bite of her lip, Rin resolved herself.

She might have failed to claim his virginity.

But she would claim his first child.

‘That is my duty as the ideal wife of the Kim family…!’

Just then, as she was lost in her scandalous thoughts…

Tap.

The limousine came to a stop.

“We have arrived, Miss, Messiah.”

With the driver’s polite words, the limousine door opened.

Rin placed her hand on her racing chest and, clearing her throat, grabbed Kim Deok-Sung’s wrist.

“Uh, well then. Let’s go.”

“Right.”

Hearing Kim Deok-Sung’s words, Rin swallowed hard.

Today is the day.

The day she would show her beloved who the true ideal wife is beneath the sheets.

With that thought in mind, Rin held Kim Deok-Sung’s hand and stepped into the Shinozaki Mansion.

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