ushernet Chapter 197
Chapter 197
While the Chairwoman was busy scheming how to manipulate Paimon, Aika was tearing apart her dorm room. More specifically, her wardrobe.
Rattle. Shuffle.
“What should I wear? A swimsuit that’ll make my disciple lose control and confess...”
She rummaged through her wardrobe with one purpose: to find the perfect swimsuit.
The Chairwoman’s reward—a massage from Yujin himself—required wearing a swimsuit. To Aika, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seduce her awkward disciple. Perhaps even her last chance.
Gulp.
“His little friends... No, those sly foxes! They’re clearly after my disciple, aren’t they?”
The earlier scene replayed in her mind: Yujin accidentally falling into her arms during the duel and his two friends rushing over. Their faces were unmistakable—jealousy, anger, possessiveness.
Even Aika, dense as she was, could tell. Those two clearly had feelings for Yujin.
Worse, they saw her as a serious rival.
“At least they see me as competition and not just some old woman... but those cunning little vixens! Trying to use their youth and bodies!”
Her feelings were complicated. On one hand, she was flattered to be seen as a threat by women in their early 20s. On the other hand, it drove her crazy.
That complicated emotion quickly turned into urgency.
“Thank goodness Yujin likes me and hasn’t fallen for them yet... but I’m 32, and they’re in their early 20s. If this keeps up, I’m doomed!”
Aika was 32. Yujin’s friends, Sia and Alice, were in their early 20s—his age.
If they seriously started seducing him, there was no way she could win. No, she couldn’t win. A 12-year age gap, with her as the older one, was a fatal disadvantage.
Desperation drove her to search furiously for the perfect swimsuit. She had to make Yujin confess before those two could make a move.
Snatch.
“This...”
Her hands landed on a tiny piece of fabric. It was more string than swimsuit—smaller than the bandages she wrapped her chest with during training.
If she wore this, even Yujin would surely be shocked.
“This is the one I wore for him back then...!”
Without hesitation, she began to change. The swimsuit—a slingshot bikini—was one she’d worn in front of Yujin before. It had been so embarrassing that she hadn’t even looked at it since.
But now wasn’t the time to hold back.
This time, she didn’t even bother with the modest sarong she’d wrapped around her waist last time.
“This... This shows everything! If he even glances the wrong way, he’ll see it all...”
Gulp.
“No, Ninomiya Aika. You need courage! This is what it’ll take to make him confess!”
Fully dressed—or rather, barely dressed—she threw on a loose coat and headed to the Chairwoman’s quarters, where Yujin waited.
The Massage Room
“Aika, you’re late.”
“Where are Haru and Winterer?”
“I sent them on an errand. They won’t be back for an hour.”
“Huh, I see~.”
‘My disciple planned this, didn’t he?’
Her smile stretched ear to ear. Yujin had clearly set the stage. All she had to do now was walk into his trap.
“Alright, Aika. You must be exhausted. Let’s head inside—I’ve prepared everything for your massage.”
Slip.
“Right! I’m already wearing my swimsuit under this!”
With that, she dramatically threw off her coat.
Beneath it was the slingshot bikini—a scandalously revealing outfit that showed so much it might as well have shown everything. It was the last desperate act of a 32-year-old woman.
Yujin’s reaction?
Squelch.Press, press.Press, press. Squeeze, squish.Press, press.
‘Wait, how is she so calm? She’s not even flinching!!’
Contrary to her expectations, Yujin’s expression grew darker.
After all, what was he doing? His hands were skimming dangerously close to unveiling everything, yet Aika didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
Surely, a normal woman would feel at least a little uneasy. But her response?
She casually rested her hands behind her head, as if to say, “Go ahead, do what you want.”
‘She doesn’t care at all... She doesn’t even see me as a man. To her, I’m nothing but a random pebble on the side of the road. No, worse than that!’
Yujin felt a pang of self-loathing.
‘Kong, is this how you lived your life? How did you endure it...?’
Despite the lush, mature body beneath his hands, he felt no triumph—only an overwhelming sense of inadequacy.
And that, in turn, sparked anger in Paimon.
Grind.
‘That—that woman! Treating such a pure soul like some kind of sex slave!!!’
Her blood boiled.
Coming from a world where gender roles were reversed—where men were demure and women assertive—this situation was intolerable.
To her, it was clear as day: Yujin, the one who had defeated her, was now being exploited, forced into humiliating servitude as a “reward.” It was nothing short of sacrilegious.
Tremble.
‘And he hates it, doesn’t he?!’
The discontent on Yujin’s face only deepened her misunderstanding.
No matter how she tried to justify it to herself—how this world was different, how things worked differently here—his expression of despair was undeniable. He looked as though he might burst into tears at any moment.
‘He doesn’t want this...!’
She wanted nothing more than to intervene, to rescue him from his plight.
But...
Slump.
‘Even at my full strength, I couldn’t defeat her. And now, I’ve fallen so far... What can I possibly do?’
Paimon’s fury simmered beneath the surface, suppressed by the grim reality of her situation. She was just a shadow of her former self, a defeated loser compared to the triumphant, voluptuous Aika.
So, she swallowed her indignation and watched in silence.
The man who had stirred something in her for the first time in 300 years. The one who made her think, “I could devote myself to him.”
She could only watch as he endured this humiliation, helpless to intervene.
And then—
‘Wait... could it be?’
Smirk.
A sly grin spread across Seol Hayeon’s face.
With Aika basking in the attention, Yujin unwittingly sabotaging himself, and Paimon tearing up, the scene was pure chaos.
But to Hayeon, it was a goldmine.
‘This situation... If I play my cards right, I could hit the jackpot.’
Whisper.
“Paimon. I have a deal you can’t refuse.”
“...What?”
“I’ll restore your chest. And your mana.”
Her words were honeyed temptation.
“...You mean it? If I side with you humans, you’ll let me have him?”
“That depends on your actions.”
“Then I’ll tell you. As much as the ‘Law’ allows.”
“...The ‘Law’?”
From Paimon, the former final boss of this game-like world, Seol Hayeon pried loose a revelation worth its weight in gold.
“———Indestructible monsters will soon flood in. Through gates that will open in the skies. As early as tomorrow.”
The end was nigh.