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Yohan sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching Jenna kneel before him.

Why did he make me sit in such a disgraceful position? she thought, but she didn’t dare say it aloud.

”Are you comfortable?” Yohan asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

”Y-yes,” she answered quickly.

Why am I being so cooperative?

I should be trying to take him out. He’s an enemy—someone who could put Lady Izumi in danger. This is exactly what I was trained for...

Yet she couldn’t move. Kneeling in front of him, she felt strangely powerless. Her mind kept circling back to his touch—how it lingered on her skin, how it clouded her focus. There had to be something behind it.

He must be using some kind of special trick on me, she concluded, eyeing him with suspicion.

”What?” Yohan asked, noticing her stare.

”N-nothing...” she muttered, then cleared her throat lightly. ”Excuse me...”

”Yohan,” he corrected calmly. ”That’s my name.”

”Okay... Yohan,” she said, testing the name on her tongue. ”I was wondering if I can go back to Lady Izumi. There are so many people who want to hurt her just to get at Hatoru. Every second I’m away is another chance for something to go wrong.”

”Don’t worry,” Yohan said. ”This won’t take long. I only want some information from you.”

Her shoulders stiffened. ”What kind of information?”

”I heard Hatoru keeps a ledger—one that lists every dirty deal he’s ever made.”

Her breath hitched. ”I... I don’t know anything about that.”

”Don’t lie to me,” Yohan said quietly. ”I have ways to make you say the the truth,”

The look in his eyes made her swallow hard. He wasn’t bluffing.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally exhaled and confessed.

”I might have heard of something like that,” Jenna admitted, eyes shifting away. ”But I’ve never actually seen it. And even if it does exist, it would be impossible for you to get your hands on it.”

”Impossible for me,” Yohan corrected calmly, ”but not for you.”

Jenna let out a short, dismissive scoff—almost a laugh. But the moment she lifted her gaze and saw the seriousness in Yohan’s face, her smile died instantly.

”You’re not actually serious... right?”

”Why not?” Yohan shrugged, as if he were suggesting something as simple as picking up groceries. ”It would be easier for you to get in and out without any problems.”

Her hands tightened into fists. ”Do you even know what would happen if I got caught doing something like that? Boss Hatoru wouldn’t just kill me. He’d make me suffer. For days.”

”Then maybe,” Yohan said, leaning back slightly, ”you should focus on not getting caught... instead of complaining.”

She clenched her teeth so hard her jaw trembled. ”You—”

She cut herself off, forcing the rest of the words down before they could escape.

”I don’t know who the hell you think you are,” Jenna snapped, ”but if you think I’m going to risk my life for you, then you must be insane.”

Yohan sighed, almost as if he expected that response. ”I’m not going to force you. Go think about it. Then come back to me when you’ve figured out a solution. But don’t return until you have.”

She stared at him—longer than she meant to. ”I... can go?”

”Yes,” he said simply. ”Didn’t you say you have to go back to work? Then go.”

Jenna rose slowly, every movement cautious. She walked toward the door, hesitating just before stepping out.

’Did he actually just let me go?’ The confusion twisted in her chest.

She stepped into the hallway—only for Anthony to stumble out of his room at the worst possible moment.

”Man, I can’t sleep because I’m so hungry,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Then he finally noticed her.

”Oh... um... hey.”

His gaze dropped instantly to her clothing—her inner wear slightly open, catching a glimpse of her plump breasts—and the image connected in his mind like a lightbulb snapping on.

His eyes widened, as he realized something must have transpired between the two of them.

’On his first day, of all days!’ Anthony had never admired anyone the way he suddenly admired Yohan.

Jenna stared at him without expression,

”A-are you... together with my friend?” Anthony asked, voice cracking with pure, awkward panic.

”Your friend?” She finally said.

”Yes, Yohan,”

”You know this man?” She asked.

At this point Anthony wasn’t so sure if she was supposed to continue talking.

”Is anything the problem?” He asked.

”Tell me everything about him.” It sounded almost like an order.

Anthony was observant and also very easily riled up, so he was already feeling unease from her. She was prettier than average girls but she had fierce eyes and wore a stern expression. She also looked a bit older than the normal college girls.

’Is she some kind of stalker?’ he wondered.

”Y-you see, I don’t actually know him well,” he said quickly. ”I’m sorry—I have to go.”

He practically fled down the hallway.

Jenna considered chasing after him, but that would’ve been overkill. And unnecessary.

”Just who exactly is he?” she murmured, glancing back at Yohan’s door one last time before finally walking away.

Inside the room, Yohan sat on the edge of the bed, carefully diluting a single drop of the mystic potion into a glass of water. This time, he only took a small sip before setting the cup aside and lying back.

He raised his hand and watched quietly as the thin cut Jenna had left on his palm began to seal itself. The skin pulled together, knitting seamlessly until the wound vanished completely—like it had never existed in the first place.

Only when it was fully gone did he exhale.

It wasn’t relief. It wasn’t satisfaction.

It was the heavy, thoughtful sigh of someone realizing something they didn’t want to admit.

”With the way she reacted, maybe it truly is impossible” He thought out loud.

”Even Helen said the same thing...” he sighed again.

Not just that—he still didn’t know who made those cupcakes.

He hadn’t asked Jenna about it because she didn’t seem to be using any kind of enhancement during their fight. He even examined her while she was passed out. Everything about her felt natural. Whatever those cupcakes were, they probably had nothing to do with her.

’But I guess I should still bring it up when she returns’

...

The next morning Yohan was woken by a knock on his door, when he opened it was his friend, Anthony.

”I’m heading inside school. I was wondering if you’d like to come?”

”Why?” Yohan mumbled, ”it’s not like I’m a student,”

”Aren’t you planning on enrolling?” Anthony asked, tilting his head. ”You have to at least know your way around.”

Yohan rubbed his eyes, still groggy ”what’s the time?”

”Few minutes to seven, I have to get there before school starts,”

Yohan couldn’t believe he actually woke him up this early, at this point he was considering confessing the truth, but he managed to fight the urge.

He glanced back in his room, then sighed, ”Just give me a few minutes,”

It took them only fifteen minutes to walk down to the main campus.

The streets were gradually filling with students, some bleary-eyed like Yohan, others annoyingly chipper for seven in the morning.

Anthony kept up a steady stream of conversation, pointing out landmarks—the convenience store that stayed open until midnight, the ramen place with the best deals, the park where people hung out on weekends.

Yohan mostly grunted in response, hands shoved deep in his pockets against the morning chill. He was already regretting agreeing to this.

The campus itself was larger than he’d expected. Modern buildings mixed with older brick structures, connected by tree-lined pathways where students clustered in groups or hurried toward their destinations. It had that distinct morning atmosphere—a mix of coffee, fresh air, and the nervous energy of people trying to wake up.

”So that’s the main lecture hall,” Anthony said, gesturing to an imposing building on their right. ”Engineering and sciences are over there. Liberal arts that way. And the student center is—”

”Anthony!” A voice called out. A girl with short hair and an oversized backpack jogged over to them. ”Did you finish the calculus homework? I’m completely lost on problem seven.”

”Yeah, I can show you before class.” Anthony turned to Yohan. ”This is Mira. Mira, this is Yohan—he’s staying with me for a bit.”

Mira gave him a quick once-over and a friendly nod. ”Cool. You a student here?”

Yohan felt Anthony glance at him, waiting to see how he’d answer.

”Just visiting,” Yohan said simply.

”Nice. Well, if you need someone to show you around, Anthony’s your guy. He knows literally everyone.” She checked her phone. ”Speaking of, we should probably head to the library if you’re gonna help me with this.”

Anthony hesitated, looking between them. ”Uh, Yohan, do you want to—”

”I’m good,” Yohan cut in. ”I’ll just walk around. Meet you later?”

”Yeah, okay. I’ll text you when I’m done with class. Should be around ten.” Anthony seemed a little bit happier, already being pulled away by Mira’s chatter about derivatives.

And just like that, Yohan was alone on a campus full of strangers, with nowhere to be and nothing to do.