Becoming the King of A New Filthy World - Chapter 357: Magazine!

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A faint smile tugged at the corners of Sylvie’s lips, her insecurity dissipating. She seemed reassured by my words, and a sense of relief washed over me.

I had managed to convey my genuine appreciation for her and her femininity, even in this unusual and uncomfortable moment.

The memory of the mint-colored bra I had glimpsed yesterday remained etched in my mind. It was a moment I would never forget.

As long as it was underwear that enveloped Sylvie’s beautiful and delicate form, it held a special significance to me, regardless of its specific design or style.

Silence enveloped us once again, but this time, it carried a newfound understanding and a strengthened bond between us.

Despite the strange circumstances that had brought us here, I hoped that Sylvie could see the sincerity in my actions and the depth of my regret.

I calmly continued searching through the contents of the locker, determined to ensure there was nothing else that could potentially cause problems. I carefully scanned the items, hoping to avoid any further complications.

Among the magazines, I found one that caught my attention. It was a men’s exclusive magazine titled “SS Issue 19,” featuring Kyelli, the visual mastermind of the legendary female idol group “NTT.” The magazine claimed to showcase “Rezona Mary” and surprisingly, it was deemed suitable for all audiences.

Curiosity piqued within me as I wondered about the resemblance between Lizna May and the student council president. I opened the magazine slightly, revealing the striking similarity between the two. They shared silver hair and ample bosoms, making it difficult to ignore the connection.

I mused to myself about the cliché that often circulates, suggesting that the student council president and an idol are usually the same person.

However, upon closer inspection, it became evident that they were not the same individual at all. Even accounting for photo editing, the differences were apparent.

I couldn’t help but notice the abundance of student council president merchandise surrounding me. Tumblers, mouse pads, and pillows adorned with her image filled the locker.

It made me wonder when all of these items would ever be cleared away, as if the academy revolved solely around the student council president.

Inwardly, I understood the sentiment. Kyelli was undeniably beautiful, and as an ordinary D-class student, the chances of ever meeting her under normal circumstances and winning her over were infinitesimally slim. Merely being good-looking wouldn’t be enough to capture the heart of such a stunning woman.

However, the thought of pursuing her with the mindset of creating a “sex bitch” seemed ludicrous and absurd. I couldn’t help but laugh at my own preposterous notion. After all, I was far from being the student council president material. The idea of using my personal abilities for such motives held no appeal to me.

Instead, I found far more enjoyment in growing comfortably and earning the recognition of the heroines in a genuine and sincere manner. The thought of committing criminal acts to fulfill my desires was unthinkable.

The morning class was “Scarecrow Measurement,” and I turned around to face Sylvie, who was seated behind me. Confusion filled my expression as I asked her, “What is that all about?”

Sylvie leaned forward, her voice tinged with excitement. “It’s a scoring event where we attack scarecrows to earn points.”

“Points, huh…” I mused, finding the concept quite intriguing. It struck me as a quintessential academy-like event, reminiscent of the competitions in our world where young students vied for scores in core subjects to secure admissions to prestigious universities. Though the similarities were scarce, both situations revolved around the highs and lows determined by points.

In terms of sheer enjoyment, Scarecrow Measurement seemed far more interesting and engaging. It was a refreshing departure from the academic pressures we often faced.

As I contemplated the event, Kelly, another student, approached us unexpectedly. Seeing that the class hadn’t started yet, I quickly grabbed an empty chair and positioned it next to Sylvie’s desk before taking a seat.

Slightly surprised by my proximity, Sylvie commented, “Wasn’t your seat quite far away?”

I shrugged, offering a nonchalant smile. “I only found out about it today.”

Kelly chimed in, her voice full of responsibility. “You should have marked it on your calendar. It’s counted in the first-semester evaluation.”

Her words reflected those of an exemplary student, someone who diligently kept track of all academic responsibilities. I glanced at Kelly and couldn’t help but feel a slight flutter in my chest. Her bright smile and earnest demeanor were undeniably attractive.

A sense of refreshment washed over me as I experienced the attention of such a beautiful girl who clearly wanted to be close to me.

Kelly, with her friendly and confident demeanor, approached me first, offering to teach me the ropes. It felt reassuring to have her guidance, and I couldn’t help but trust her implicitly.

Sylvie chimed in after me, expressing her trust in Kelly as well. Kelly wore a satisfied smile, pleased by our remarks.

She proceeded to explain the importance of distributing stamina while striking the scarecrow. She emphasized that even though the scarecrow offered no resistance, overexertion was a high possibility.

Curious about this approach, I questioned whether it was right to use all one’s energy. Kelly responded, highlighting that caution was necessary due to the time intervals in which the endurance was measured.

Her explanation shed light on the structure of the scarecrow challenge. It consisted of three intervals: 6 seconds, 30 seconds, and 2 minutes, followed by a comprehensive evaluation.

If one exerted too little effort at the beginning, they would find themselves gasping for breath during the final 2-minute interval.

Considering my limited attack skills, such as Personality Expulsion and Assault, I wasn’t entirely sure if this applied to me.

Nevertheless, I understood the significance of maintaining a steady pace and not disrupting my breathing, especially when employing skills.

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