I’m the Only Human at the Beastman Academy, and now Everyone seems Obsessed with Me.

Arms crossed arrogantly, Momyammi stared down at me, exuding entitlement.

“You owe me an apology,” she said.

I sighed and replied, “Then you should apologize first for trying to extort money from me. Aren’t you embarrassed as a grown adult?”

“I wasn’t extorting. You made it a chargeable offense, so I was just trying to demand fair compensation.”

“‘Fair compensation,’ huh?”

A line from a documentary came to mind:
People for whom crime is a way of life think differently from the average person.

So that’s what they meant.

As I stood there, too dumbfounded to respond, other classmates began to trickle into the lecture hall. Momyammi, as if conscious of their presence, quickly returned to her seat.

This woman… even yesterday, when she skulked away in the hallway, she acted like this. Is she actually trying to maintain some semblance of a reputation?

‘What a two-faced pest.’

Grinding my teeth, I couldn’t help but feel irritated by her duplicitous nature.

Some pet cats are even trained to walk on leashes these days. If I ever get the chance, I’d love to put a leash on Momyammi and take her for a stroll. Maybe she’d at least become a trainable animal, if not a decent human being.

While I was seething with anger, Choi Eum-ah, who had been watching me quietly, leaned against the desk and peered up at me.

“Ji-Ji-hyuk, are you mad?”

“Of course I’m mad! Who wouldn’t be? It’s broad daylight, and some lunatic’s trying to rob me. Why are you staring?!”

It’s like she had a radar for knowing when she was being insulted.

Turning her head slightly, Momyammi narrowed her eyes at me before flipping her hair back dramatically and casually flipping me off with her middle finger.

‘This little—!’

Seriously, it’s like she’s trying to prove she’s a cockroach in disguise!

“Ji-Ji-hyuk, don’t be mad.”

“She’s the one making me mad! What am I supposed to do?”

“Hmm, that’s true. Then….”

Choi Eum-ah glanced around. After confirming no one else was paying attention to us, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse.

My eyes were instantly drawn to the sight of her ample chest peeking through the gap in her clothing. M-my eyes… they won’t stay in place! Leaning closer, she whispered conspiratorially:

“They say touching something like this helps when you’re mad… Ji-Ji-hyuk, do you… want to touch my chest?”

“Deal.”

“W-what? Wait… huh?”

“Deal. Deal. Absolutely yes. No takebacks.”

How could anyone resist?

Flustered by my immediate acceptance, Choi Eum-ah quickly rebuttoned her blouse, her cheeks burning red. Her lips twitched as if she was desperately trying to suppress a smile, but it was no use.

I was the same.

‘Yes! I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to see her chest!’

Twitch. Twitch.

Up until now, the only time I’d seen a woman’s chest was back in middle school, when a classmate accidentally exposed her cleavage while changing during gym class. I’d never properly seen or touched one.

But not anymore! The memory of last night, with the outline of her chest showing through the sweat-soaked pajamas and her… prominent nipples—it was impossible to say no. Her chest had to be just as beautiful as the rest of her.

Both Eum-ah and I struggled to focus throughout the lecture.

It was painfully clear from her expression what was on her mind, and I couldn’t stop debating where to touch first. But doing it here, in the lecture hall? Someone could walk in at any moment, and rumors would spread like wildfire.

Then an idea came to me.

I reached out and gently grabbed one of Eum-ah’s rabbit ears. I’d read somewhere that rabbit ears are sensitive and full of blood vessels, so I made sure to handle it carefully.

Even so, Eum-ah trembled.

…It seemed like a good kind of trembling. Or was that just my imagination?

“Follow me after class. I’ll let you touch me then.”

“Uh, o-okay.”

A little while later, the professor closed his book.

“For the next lecture, we’ll be moving to the lab next door to work with the program. Have a nice lunch, everyone.”

“Thank you for the lecture!”

Finally, morning class was over!

The classmates began to leave the lecture hall one by one. Momyammi was among the last to leave, her jet-black ears flattened and her tail swishing aggressively as she exited. What, does she really think glaring at me like that will make me flinch?

In less than three minutes, the room was empty, leaving just Eum-ah and me. As soon as we were alone, Eum-ah clung to me, her voice trembling with the excitement she had been holding back all throughout class.

“J-Ji-hyuk….”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“W-when should we go? W-we need to eat lunch too….”

“Yeah, we do. Lunch is important.”

Of course, we weren’t heading off to eat lunch first—something else came before that.

I stood up and glanced around the hallway outside the classroom. Perfect. No one in sight.

“Hurry, follow me.”

“O-okay!”

Eum-ah stuck close behind me, her rabbit ears standing stiffly upright in contrast to the bounce of her chest as she trailed after me. When I stopped, so did she, her breath hitching as she glanced toward the door ahead of us.

“Ji-Ji-hyuk! This… this is…!”

“Perfect, isn’t it?”

“N-not perfect at all! T-this is… the bathroom…!”

Exactly. What better, more time-honored place for discreet, private moments between a man and a woman than a bathroom?

“Why not? Bathrooms have always been sacred ground for outcasts to eat their lunches and a refuge for desperate couples with nowhere else to go. Haven’t you seen it in, uh, videos?”